According to President Ahmedinejad, there are no homosexuals in Iran. In his words, “this phenomenon does not exist.”
Just one more striking, dramatic evidence that this man denies the basic realities of life. What do we call those again? Oh yeah, lunatics.
Oh, actually these guys might be a little sad to find out that they never existed…
Even new houses have problems. This is what I have discovered in the first 2 years of living in my new house. Foundations and concrete heaves and shifts, sheet rock nail pops happen, residues and funny smells abound, and everything that was weakly constructed will break at some point.
Women, sit down here for a second and lets have a chat. In the last 25 years or so, you have finally come to an understanding of a phenomenon of your gender, that you tend to look past the flaws of a man and marry them based on potential, rather than their current state. Phrases such as “women marries man hoping he’ll change, and man marries women hoping she never will” and “careful women, you can’t change him” have become staple sentiments of our dating ideology.
No wonder people are waiting longer and longer to get married. Men are now expected to have it more together, to have all the partying out of their system, and to be mature… pshht. You long surpassed us in the maturity area starting at age 12, but that’s another post altogether.
This has led me to the conclusion: Women, realize that every man is a fixer upper. Granted, there are men who are more fixer uppers than others. There are some who should be downright avoided, and some abusive behaviors that can’t be fixed. Avoid those for sure. But, you need to realize that there’s no such thing as a Bisquick marraige (just add woman), and that the man you want to marry will most definitely require your guiding hand in refining his personality, habits, and behaviors.
Men… to quote the philosopher Hinckley, “the woman you choose will take a great chance on you.” So don’t be an idiot. Don’t mess with her. Somehow you have duped her into marrying you, now it’s time to pay the piper. If you absolutely trust that she has your best interest at heart, and if you listen to her, she will make you a better person.
So my conclusion is, yes, marry people based on their potential, but more importantly marry people based on their potential for change. If you share common goals and hopes for the future, and you are both flexible to each other’s wills, maybe it just might work out.
There is no more redefining moment in your life than a marriage, so just how will it define the rest of your life?
These people really inspire me:
Last night I watched 60 minutes’ strangest interview to date. Ok… Mr. Ahmedinejad how stupid do you think we are? This is the United States of Freaking America! We invented politico-speak. We invented beating around the bush. We invented the washington two step. We invented side skirting the question and going ‘into your song and dance.’
So how dare you come over our airwaves, and with the silly little smirk on your face, go into a song and dance when you were asked directly and specifically about developing nuclear weapons and funneling arms into Iraq.
I was proud of the interviewer for saying, ‘hey… why are you smiling… the american people consider this a very serious issue.’ This leader has a very narrow window now in the public perception before he is forever painted as an extremist and terrorist sympathizer. Our government has already painted as such, so the clock of public opinion is ticking.
The interviewer finally browbeat a denial of your nuclear ambitions out of you, but it doesn’t hold water. Your silly excuse that nuclear arms are not of political use is obviously counter-intuitive.
We have no reason to believe anything that comes out of your mouth, so don’t pretend (even with the anti-war leftist commies of this country) that you will get any sympathy. I gave you a shot. I listened to what you had to say, and you’re not fooling me.
And for a little twist of irony: Do you think that President Bush would have a chance in the streets of any of your biggest cities? And yet you contently skulk around the streets of New York City today, preaching your anti-american dogma.
As much as we may not like what some people have to say, free speech is perhaps the single largest contributor to making our society great.
Today in Sunday School we read from Paul’s epistle to the Romans:
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
This phrase hit me with great force.
Who shall separate [you] from the love of Christ?
Who can come in between you and the love you have felt and can feel from deity? Sadly, the answer is: only you.
God loves His children. However, we do not always love our Father. We alone hold the power to separate ourselves from the love of God.
Paul later reaffirms, “God is faithful.” As if he knew that “men’s hearts [would] fail them” and that “the love of men [would] wax cold.”
Jesus said:
Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
And he does. Do we open to door, or have we chosen to separate ourselves?
The power of the “love of Christ” is no more readily evident, than in a baptismal service. Today, I had the privilege of participating my first baptismal service performed totally in spanish. After the baptism was performed and the church members had given their welcome, something very untraditional happened. The woman who had received the baptism was invited take the floor and share anything she wanted. My eyes became moist as I listened to this new “Hermana” express in her beautiful Latin tongue the events and feelings she had experienced which led her to this moment of her life. You could see the love of Christ in her eyes and in her actions.
I have witnessed baptisms of many friends in my life, and with shocking consistency the effect is immediately the same. Heads which have hung low for so long are lifted up. Hope and faith are restored in their life. A new light shines in their eyes: their newfound hope in Christ. They now more fully experience the love of Christ. They finally have been able to build the bridge over the great divide between them and their God.
Who can seperate them from this love? From this life? Only they can. God is faithful, will you be?
Thank you W.E. for letting me be your guest poster… YEAH ME! Today I had to give the visiting teaching lesson. It was on being “of one heart and one mind” with all people. Ironically, we have had more problems living next to someone in the last 2 years than we have ever had before.
Scott and I are both peace loving people. We don’t really want to rifle any feathers. We just want people to get along. Unfortunately in our married life, we have had bad luck with neighbors. I won’t go into very many details, but we just haven’t had really nice, normal neighbors. Two years ago the people the owned the empty lot next to us, finally decided to build a house and move here. We were glad to be rid of the weeds. So we were excited. Boy was that a mistake.
Our neighbors are the kind that love to be in your business. They love to ask you about ever little thing that you do. They love to ask every day for a month. They love to borrow things, things that you may or may not ever see again. We have had to stop them from taking part of our yard and landscaping it into their yard, had to keep track of what we loaned them and had to stop them from putting plain gas into gas/oil mix yard machines. Overall it’s been a normal neighbor relationship. A little nosy, but fairly normal.
Until we decided to build a shed in our yard. They have whined and complained about every single thing we have done with it. The location, the height, everything. Then later I found out that they were telling everyone in the neighborhood how they hated the fence we had installed and the color and everything. I just told everyone that approached me about it, that if they had paid one dime for the fence then I might actually care what they think. We have worked with the city on the construction. We have worked with the utility companies on the construction and it’s all this mess that shouldn’t even exist. It was been very frustrating to try to work with them. It has been hard when we have really tried to be neighborly. We made sure that we talked to them before, during and after the construction and have tried to compromise and help. We paid our contractor $300 to move the shed to see if we would be okay with having the shed in another place on our lot (It was horrible so we moved it back yesterday– which of course started the arguement all over again) I have worried and stewed. I have tried to think of ways to make them happy. We have bent over backwards trying to please them and they are just mad at us because we won’t just yield and do it their way.
Other neighbors around don’t mind our shed at all . They thought it was very wierd when we asked them if it was okay with them that we have it there.
As we have worked with these neighbors more and more we have realized that they are very different in many ways. Very extreme political views. Very extreme social views. Even though they are very active members, have extreme religious views. I have always believed to each his own. I don’t mind if they have some very different views. But I am starting to wonder, how do I be “of one heart and one mind” with people like this?
I want to get along with everyone but how do you get along with those that aren’t cooperating?
ARRG!! Happy National Talk Like A Pirate Day to ye land lubbers! Make sure ye be participatin’ by goin’ to these websites:
Unofficial home page: http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html
Learn to talk like a pirate: http://www.yarr.org.uk/talk/
Oh yes.. and also, happy 32nd wedding anniversary to my awesome parents! September 19th is like the coolest day ever!
So, Brothers and Sisters was one of my favorite new shows last year, and Sunday Sally Field was honored with an Emmy for her great portrayal of the imperfect, yet sincere matriarch of the fictional Walker family.
So… toward the end of her speech she got a little flustered (a great human moment in the whole formality of these stupid events), and then recalled her place in the memorized text like all good actors: by repeating to herself the last line she could remember, until she remembered the next one.
So she was in the middle of making this beautiful point about how the work of mothers should be more valued in the world, and then she said “If mothers ran the world there would be no [g-d] wars at all.” A great point, a beautiful sentiment, and none of the 39 viewers at home got to hear it. She was censored at the “G-“.
I just loved the way she shrugged it off though when she learned she was censored. “Oh well. I’ve been there before,” she says.
You’d think, though, that she would have shown up a little more prepared. It’s not like she is any stranger to Emmy speech embarrassment. This is the same woman who famously makes the stupidest acceptance speeches known to man by saying “I can’t deny that right now, you like me, you really like me.”
And yet I can’t bring myself to slam Sally too hard. She’s a great little actor who has played a myriad of heartfelt and memorable roles. And the way she allows herself to age naturally and gracefully, not trying too hard to cover the grey whisps, makes her almost refreshing in the Hollywood crowd.
I think one day I would like to meet Sally Field.
I was very disappointed this morning when I found out that Apple had not changed the iPhone hardware AT ALL when it launched in the UK. I was sure the recent price drop was to pave the way for a 16GB model with 3G (europe has mostly 3G networks). Instead, O2, the exclusive provider in the UK, is having to roll out the 2.5G EDGE network. Stupid, dumb, stupid.
Whatever…
The longer you make me wait for iPhone 2.0, the more I’ll be tempted to buy this ugly, unusable, cheap, windoze phone:
