BigFatOofta

Yes, yes.  I am using the reference from the movie " How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days".... However, while the main character in the movie, Andie, discovers how to lose a guy (acting obnoxiously) for the sake of a good magazine cover story, I am not suggesting that we all try to learn how to lose hope by doing  a whole list of strategies; I am quite confident that most of us have all experienced the feeling of hopelessness all on our own, without trying.  And, might I add, we don't want  to be hopeless.  I am prone to quickly lose site of hope when I grab hold of something else, namely,  self-reliance . I could go on and on and create a book of a blogpost, but I'll try to be concise here.     When we see something we want, the world says we can have it if you only try hard enough.  There are rows and racks of self-help books with subjects of all different colors and flavors.  There are bajillions of blogposts out there with pe...

Humor me.  I want to talk about beauty.  Again.  And...I want to start out by quoting just a small piece of a pathetically sorry little ditty I wrote back in college entitled "Ode to Love Handles." Here's a chunk of the silly thing:  "These handles are the essence of love Not melting away when push comes to shove Wear them with pride and joy but beware Too much revealed and they all want to stare Don't be a fool and diet like mad Those handles are yours, you should be glad! The way they love is too much to take To keep them around, just feed them some cake." Ok.  I promise.... absolutely  PROMISE you...I am not proud of that poem.  It just came to mind as fitting for what I'm about to write about.   I am a mom.  This happened quite quickly.  Three months after marriage I got pregnant and 9 months later I have a baby...and 14 months later...I still don't have the body back that I used to have. It was pretty much  Boo...

i've always leaned more towards being a realist...even pessimist.  strong. aware. understanding. i've even spent a large chunk of my life being emotionally private.  boiled down, these adjectives lead to one huge word for me: PROTECTIVE . what i'm about to write about came to my attention as i was reminiscing over my childhood hobbies, toys and activities.  while some of these interests of mine just plainly spell out TOMBOY, i think there is possibly something there that goes even deeper (and i'll explain in just a bit). growing up, some of my favorite activities and toys included: lego castles, dreaming of one day owning a pocket watch, knife, gun and sword, barbie accompanied by my GI Joe (ken was stupid), rock collecting (and treasure collecting), building forts, dissecting road kill, gymnastics, smoking fake cigars and chewing fake tobacco (from wild grapes), making mud pots, spying on the neighbors, playing detective, riding my "motorcycle," sp...

valentines day.  ohhhhh valentines day.  i have been thinking about what i could do for my husband to bless his socks off .  but...i have been thinking of it through the filter of:       1. he doesn't really care one way or another about "doing" or "giving" things on holidays...we could not            say "happy valentines day to the other and it not matter (i think...).      2.  i have a limited budget for a gift, plus i'd just be spending his money anyway.      3. notes and words mean a lot to him but they aren't necessarily his primary love language.       4. he works on v-day. SO, with these four factors i am considering whilst thinking about "what can i do to bless my husband,".... ideas are running short.   what is a woman to do? well, of course!  write a tribute to him that he won't know about (until he reads it) on my blog, telling the w...

I'm not mad at the Superbowl.  I'm not mad at the love and joy of coming together and watching the game with family and friends...and of course, food.  I'm not upset that people love to laugh at funny commercials.  There's nothing in and of itself wrong with that.  Never mind that the half-time show almost always has reason to generate 1232398482 comments on facebook about how immodest or scandalous or sexy some singer/dancer is.  Never mind that just about every Superbowl commercial is using sex to sell their product.  Never mind that the Superbowl is the number one event in America for sex-slavery.  These are just the sad and sordid results of what our culture values most.  Where the hearts of our people lie.   Sex.  Our culture is all about sex.  and... It's not just at the Superbowl!!! Sex is in the magazine rack at the grocery store.  It's in the parking lot as a dude checks out some girl walking by's...

So, because i treasure every moment (or at least try to) of my days of motherhood...I am going to document via pictures what has gone down at the 'spoti residence as of 11:32 am (to be precise).  This is considered one of my more chill and relaxed days... (ummm does doing a kick-butt workout on said relaxed and chill days create a very messed up picture?  Hmm...) This particular blog is particularly frustrating to write today because of a particular computer.  Not only does my shift key keep sticking (and now the "a" key so i keep having to pound it out) but...i had to wait minutes in between uploading each picture with messages of crashing....like so: Anyway....particular frustrations aside...good thing I have coffee and espresso beans...'cus some days you just need both. Joshua and I read through Psalm 30 before he left....awesome. :)  I tried to have an added time of journaling with coffee and candles....nice right? However, sir "hang-...

****i wrote this several years ago...but since in this writing i reflect on psalm 119, which is the psalm that our sermon was on today (awesome encouragement by the way), and since i am at a similar spot as when i wrote this....i'm re-posting.  **** When times of transition loom ahead,and there are vast bubbles of unknown...Am I scared? No. I can talk my way out of fear, and stuff my emotions aside. Tell myself I don't feel scared. However, how does one connect the head to the heart? Do we submit our emotions to our will...and then submit our will to God? How do we trust Him more than just verbalizing trust? I want to without a doubt, wholeheartedly, with every part of my being, trust Him.  Stop.  How big are my struggles? How much potential in the unknown is there for hard times? Lots. I can easily stress out. But then I look around. So and so has it worse than I do. OK. But, how do I handle what seems to be such a large struggle to me?! The feelings that are not in...