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My Friend, Regis, on: Giving Up…

5 Reasons I Gave Up Sola Scriptura or How I Learned to Love the Bible *and* Tradition. – @rasaxton

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35 by 35

I woke up this morning and realized it was the 11th. Every time I realize it’s the 11th of any month I automatically calculate how many months until my birthday, which is on the 11th of the greatest month ever.

3 months.

I will turn 35 in 3 months.

Excitement that my birthday was only a quarter away, joined with the utter disgust for how enormous I look, and the sheer terror that my actual age will be close to 40 all drew me to one conclusion.

I need to lose 35 pounds by the time I turn 35. Really-that’s all I came to.

Again…3 months.

I can do this.

Perhaps I should add onto that:

  • read 35 books of the Bible
  • go to bed on-time 35 times
  • NOT have Starbucks 35 times
  • run 35 times (which would help with the original goal)
  • write 35 thank you notes
  • take 35 midday walks during work
  • oooooo….write 35 blog posts

Aaaaaaand GO!

On Time is On Time

Knowing me is to that I like to be on-time.  That isn’t to say that I am ontime all the time, but I do actually aim to be, as often as I can get myself to be.

There’s a saying that I learned at my first teaching job.

Early is on time, and on time is late.

That’s baloney.  If you want me to be somewhere at 10:55, then don’t tell me to be there at 11; tell me to be there at 10:55.  If a meeting is starting at 5:00, don’t expect me to be there at 4:45 unless I, personally, want to be there early enough to get a certain seat, or chat with someone.

Keep your word and be honest with me on when you want me somewhere, and I will keep my word on being in place when you ask me to be.

I digress.

Early often are not words typically used to describe me.  I don’t know anyone that would say that about me…except the folks at my new job.  I live about thirty minutes away, and for every minute after 7am that I leave, my commute gets a little bit longer.  If I were to leave at 7:20am, I’m pretty sure that I would be an hour late.  That’s how bad DC traffic can become on a weekday morning (and occasionally on a weekend).

So, what do I do?

I leave by 7am.

Also, to be clear, morning person are also not words that anyone would use to describe me.  I’m not even good at faking that.  I’m actually not good at faking anything, but I’m really not good at faking being a morning person.

Leaving at 7am gets me to work by 7:30…7:35 if I stop for a soy mocha with whip.  Since work doesn’t start until 8am, I am (drum roll please) always here early!

Other than my first couple of years teaching, when I was completely overwhelmed and didn’t know which end was up, I have never consistently been this early to work.  I’m starting week five, and I’m on Day 20 of arriving at work early.

So today I decided to blog (whoa!).  This could even be a record for earliest blog post ever written on Memoirs.

Eek!  It’s 8:07.  Maybe tomorrow I should leave at 6:45 to get myself here early enough to finish before 8:00.

Or…maybe not.  Forgive me while I run to check my email…

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There’s such a …

There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.
― Anne of Green Gables

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Am I talking too much?

Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive–it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn’t talk? If you say so I’ll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it’s difficult.
― Anne of Green Gables

Memoirs has Moved!

It’s possible that I will take the needed initiative to blog more often, now that I’ve made some changes.  Possible.

Welcome to Memoirs’ new home.  We have officially moved from Typepad to WordPress, which will be a fun, new change in scenery.  My blog’s original home was Xanga.  Right?  Remember that?

For years it has been called Memoirs of a Redhead, so you can now find me at memoirsofaredhead.com.  I’m kind of excited about that little change.

Not to mention, my fun, new picture. 😉

Doesn’t take much to make me smile…

It’s the little things.

About to Lunge…Don’t Mess with Single Women on Mother’s Day

It was during the final part of the message earlier today. The guy that was speaking was giving a very practical talk on accomplishing big things. He began sharing about a female friend of his who had made some declarations about the type of man she wanted to marry. She was set on marrying a wealthy guy who was debt-free, and mentioned a few other things. His response was that that guy she is wanting to marry is likely looking for some very similar characteristics for his future wife. With wide eyes she said, "Well then I need to work on myself, huh?"
They sat down together and came up with a seven-year plan for her to completely get out of debt, for starters. She was determined to break this down and move forward with this plan for her future.
I was tagging right along with this story and cheering her on, since this sounds a lot like my train of thought….until he said those words. The pastor uttered the words, "and guess what happened next." That was the moment that I wanted to lunge from my third row seat onto the stage. I wanted to tell him how unfair it was to put relationships into the simplicity box of, "just follow the steps and the right person will come along." I was pretty sure that he was going to say that within one year she had found her husband and he bought her this gorgeous house by the water and they lived happily ever after. It was honestly the most natural train of thought from where he was in the story.
Lucky for him, that is not how the story went so I stayed still at my seat. He proceeded to share how a family had asked her to come and live in their basement, rent-free. This , along with a lot of discipline and other changes, allowed her to pay off her debt in one and a half years instead of seven.
While this is not completely my story, there are certainly some similarities that caused me to tear up, recognizing that God continues to add large doses of favor to my life. I am not debt-free yet, but so much of it has been disappearing as God has taught me to be more and more faithful with my finances. And I am definitely in a much better place to meet that wealthy, debt-free guy since I know how to handle money well. ;-). Just sayin'.