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“The BIBLE SAYS if you vote for a democrat and were to die thereafter you would go to hell”….Does it really?!

The BIBLE SAYS if you vote for a democrat and were to die thereafter you would go to hell | Conservative Byte.

He has got to be kidding.

First off, who is this man to say to ANYONE that they “think they are Christians” but, apparently cannot¬†truly BE Christians based solely on how they vote?!

2Thessalonians 2:12 (cited in the piece) says “They will be condemned for enjoying evil rather than believing the truth.” In my humble opinion, many far Right-Wing Republicans (especially those who talk the loudest) enjoy evil far more than many liberals I know. But that, of course, is just my opinion.

I will never understand the Right-Wing obsession with the particular “sin” of homosexuality. Jesus himself said “Let he who is without sin among you cast the first stone…” (John 8:7). Everyone sins. It is ridiculous to say that voting for someone who does as Jesus commanded by loving others as he first loved us (e.g., guaranteeing all citizens of a democracy the same rights, privileges, and obligations) is going directly to hell. You don’t get to make that call, Mr. Marcellino.

I am a Democrat and a Christian…they are NOT mutually exclusive, and I find the suggestion that they are extremely insulting. The narrow-mindedness of your (what was it?) warning to your “Christian brothers and sisters” is the epitome of bigotry and hate-mongering. You frame it as helpful. You imply (or state outright) that people who don’t think like you (AKA: the right way) are doomed to eternal hellfire and damnation. I’m terribly sorry, sir, but liberals do not have a monopoly on “strife, deceit, slander [political soundbites (…um, hello Rush Limbaugh!)], gossips, idol worshipers (Wall Street, anyone?)”. They may have more representation of “homosexuality and lesbianism”, but, I dare say, they don’t have a monopoly on that either; and the greater representation is probably a reflection of willingness of liberal politicians treat sexual minorities as full citizens. As far as “God-haters and atheists” go, you may have a point there, though I’m sure there is the odd one who votes Republican.

Bottom-line: The very savior you claim to serve is my savior too, and I don’t interpret his words in this way. You focus on the hate all you want to, but I think I’ll focus on what he actually said: “Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples” (John 13:35).

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I Wish I Was a Morning Person

How much easier would my life be if I was a morning person? I think I would have a clean house, better styled hair, and rockin’ abs. Of course, no one will ever know…because it will NEVER happen. I mean, never say never, but probably…yeah, never. I’ve tried…a lot. I try to get up early to work out…to get ready for work…to grade papers…to sit and be alone before my kids get up. I can usually do it for a couple of days before I decide my bed is too comfortable. I can even get up at what hubby and I refer to as “the butt-crack of dawn” if we are traveling or something, but I can’t do it for no good reason! Or, I guess the more truthful description would be that I WON’T get up.

I’ve always been this way. I can honestly say that I am more of a morning person than I was growing up. I was never (or rarely) one of those kids that got up at 6am on Saturday. I was the kid who had to be bribed to get out of bed before 10am during the summer. And you know what my grandpa had to use to get me to get up at 10am then?

Full House reruns, baby!

My semester ended today. I gave myself the day off. If live-streaming video of our university baseball team playing for the conference championship hadn’t been online, I would have taken a nap this afternoon. Aside from planning naps, I’m making lists of all the things I need to do this week while I’m not working. It struck me today that I would get a lot more done if I hit my stride before 4pm. I am definitely a night owl. That wouldn’t necessarily be an issue if we had better sleepers and if my husband was the same way. I’m always afraid if I start doing dishes and things after they go to bed that I’ll wake them up…and then where would we be?! Aside from that, evening is when I get to spend time with hubby without kids. After they go to bed is usually when we get to watch movies and have uninterrupted conversations. Hubby is actually a morning person. He only occasionally sleeps in, and he’s usually in a much better mood than I am in the morning. (He would say he’s ALWAYS in a better mood, but his children and I beg to differ.)

I really do wish I was a morning person. I have a very romantic idea of what it’s like for morning people:

Morning people get to workout before they shower instead of either showering, working out, and then showering again or showering, working out, and being dirty the rest of the day. (Or, I guess option 3 is to not shower and just workout…ew.) Morning people get to do yard work and other outdoor things in the summer before it reaches 100 degrees and 90% humidity. Morning people get to enjoy a cup of coffee with Matt Lauer before they have to be anywhere. And morning people aren’t racing to work 3 minutes before their first class starts in hopes that their computer is charged. (I don’t do that…that’s…someone I know told me a story like that.)

That’s probably not what it’s really like for morning people, but a night owl can dream.

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How Hard is Too Hard?

It started this morning while we were getting in the car to go to school: “I can’t do it!” Big Sister was trying to buckle her seat belt and she was having a hard time. She had tried for approximately 12 seconds. I said, “You sure didn’t try very hard. Do it again.” After a few more seconds (literally) of fussing with the belt, she got it. I said, “See?!” She said, “Yeah, but it wasn’t easy.” Wow…from the mouths of babes.

How hard do you push your kids when they are learning new skills?

For the last 30 minutes, I have been watching my 4-year-old battle with herself over doing a flip off the couch. I should mention that these flips are part of her gymnastics practice, not just random daredevilry. She did 3 on her own…and then bent her finger backward. The horror!!! I joke, but I also totally know what she feels like: She lost her nerve. It was very familiar. It was just more evidence that my first born is a miniature version of me in more ways than I can count.

I quit piano lessons when I found out I was going to have to do a recital. I got embarrassed (and quit) as soon as my parents let me in on the fact that they could hear me singing in the shower. I quit my church handbell choir when I couldn’t get the hang of the part I was assigned. I “ran” hurdles in track for about 2 weeks when I was in 10th grade until I got too nervous to jump them anymore.

Because of my personal experience, you would think I would be very understanding and patient with my offspring and her tentative nature. Instead, it pisses me off. I get so frustrated with her it’s all I can do to maintain my composure.

Here is the scene of the latest installment of “You are not going to be like me” Theatre:

All she had to do was flip her legs over. She does it over and over at gym. She did it several times tonight before she hurt her finger. After she hurt her finger she whined and cried and stalled and said she was scared. I got frustrated. Her dad got frustrated. And I started thinking: What are we trying to accomplish here?

We are trying to teach her “sticktuitiveness”. We didn’t yell. I tried to convince her that she had no reason to be scared. She does this all the time. I didn’t give her an option to quit. I told her she needed to do 2 more flips before she could stop. Our original goal was 10, but I thought the reduced goal would be good. She stalled some more. Did them incorrectly several times. Got the point she was in the picture and then chickened out. Then she said “I can’t do it!” Her daddy got mad. I tried really hard not to get mad. I know how people being mad at me makes me emotional rather than productive, so I figured she would feel the same way.

FINALLY, she did one right (almost). She even corrected herself when I cheered by saying “I was on my head”. Then she said the phrase that was music to my ears, “Can I do another one?!” YESSSSS! PLEASE!

She overcame her fear! She did it! Then she kicked her daddy in the shoulder…and started crying again. Oh. My. Word. Seriously?

Triumph was quickly replaced with more irritation and frustration on both sides.

How hard do you push your kids? I probably pushed her harder than some parents would. I threatened her with not going back to gym if she wouldn’t practice. But I wasn’t going to let her quit. I know for a fact that some parents would think I didn’t push her nearly hard enough; but I’ve seen where kids whose parents push them so hard that they break down end up with activities. They end up either hating them or excelling in them to please their parents. They rarely end up doing the activity because they are, themselves, fulfilled by it.

Do I want my kid to be a world-class gymnast? Not really. Do I want her to be able to throw a standing back tuck so that she can be a cheerleader as a teenager? Sure! As long as that’s what she wants too. My main goal is that she find some sort of physical activity that she enjoys doing so that she can stay active and fit. I hope it’s gymnastics. I like her gym teacher. She likes her gym teacher. My other goal is that she stick to something…even if it gets a little difficult for her. Fingers crossed.

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Fat Tuesday Part 3: Fruitful Failure

Yeah so, I didn’t reach my goal. Previous incarnations of my self would have wallowed in the failure aspect of missing my goal and promptly given up. To be fair, I have done some wallowing this time, but it has taken on a different quality:¬† reflection. Instead of mindlessly engaging in negative behavior, I actually thought about it. Sometimes I thought about it after the fact (like after I ate WAY more at a baseball game than any person should eat…plus a little more), but thinking about it at all is a step in the right direction! I’m also building a support network of people who are figuring out the same stuff I am (like sugar, while tasting awesome, makes you feel like crap). Now, as I’m writing this, I am experiencing the very “crap” feeling I just described. Rather than foregoing the dessert that came with the fundraiser dinner I just enjoyed, I ate the whole piece of pound cake. Yes, it was delicious, but at what cost? Every now and then, that stuff rocks, but learning to turn it down is a skill that I need to hone. On the plus side, I actually threw away a gob of frosting¬† earlier this week when I scraped it off of my kid’s cupcake rather than doing the easy thing and stuffing it in mouth (seriously…don’t hate me, frosting lovers).

Positive outcomes in the last 2 weeks of April: I walked every weekday (except yesterday) and tried to do some physical activity over the weekend as well; I ate more consciously. Because of those changes I had more energy, fewer afternoon headaches, and became more toned. I also lost 2 pounds…twice! (Really…the same 2 pounds, twice. Does that count as 4?) I really reflected on my choices and thought about what I could do differently.

Less-than-positive outcomes: I didn’t stick very well to my changes over the weekends, and I ate out too much. I also didn’t handle “free food” situations very well. I just ate a huge piece of pound cake even though I was already full…dammit.

This week is final exam week (AKA: “Oh crap, I should have managed my time better this semester so I wouldn’t have so much to grade now” week). Generally, I give myself a pass on pretty much everything during finals. In the past, I have rationalized it by telling myself that I can do whatever it takes to get through the week. I’m not going to do that anymore…starting tomorrow. It’s already too late for today (or yesterday), but I can start again tomorrow. To quote my favorite narcissistic heroine, Scarlett O’Hara (be sure to read this in your best Vivian Leigh, fake Southern accent): “After all, tomorrow is another day!”

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