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Name: Stacey
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Houston
Birthday: 6/21/1980
Gender: Female
Interests: FBC Tomball, ice skating, exploring Houston, OBU, breastfeeding awareness, Randy, Molly... in no particular order!
Expertise: nursing (the profession) and nursing (the food)... hmm I am now realizing I am not much of an expert in very many things
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Member Since:
10/25/2005
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| Two posts in one night! It probably won't happen again, folks! I had to add some comments about my most favorite tv show. We purchased season one of Lost and have been working our way through for a second time. I am also enjoying the bonus feature episodes with commentary.
For those of you out there who aren't Lost fans.... you've gotta start watching! Buy season one... then when season two comes out, buy it too! You'll be all caught up in time for season three. Today Randy discovered that several of the cast members names are names of famous philosophers... in the past there have been episodes of other characters with very meaningful names. This show is deep. Somebody really put a ton of effort into the genious that is Lost.
I think it is the best thing on television right now... if you don't agree, I don't want to hear it! I am hopelessly addicted to this tv show. It is downright pathetic how huge of a Lost fan I am. I don't sleep the night after a new show airs because I have to stay up analyzing it with Randy and then finding everything anyone wrote online about it. I have been this into books before, but never a tv show. It's crazy.
Just my plea for all of you out there to enjoy this show before it is over forever. If you miss it, you're missing out! | | |
| I have started dreading Mondays. I'm not really sure why. I mean, this job sorta got off to a rough start. This hospital hasn't seemed to keen on orienting me and instead just threw me in there. I'm not a big fan of taking care of patients when you haven't been trained to really know what exactly you are supposed to be doing with them. Nevertheless, after a few weeks I feel like I am starting to know how to handle things.
However, I still don't look forward to going to work. In fact, I really hate it. Staying home with Molly was great, and I miss her a lot while I am at work all day. I miss seeing the sunshine and taking naps and sitting down. Of course, I didn't really get to do much of those things even when I did stay home with Molly, but at least there was hope it could happen.
I also hate not really knowing anybody at work. I think that may indeed be the worst part. I never really hated going to work in Lubbock because I knew everybody I worked with, and for the most part really liked all of them. And, even the people I wasn't too keen on, at least I knew to watch out for them. Now, I don't know who to watch out for, who's really nice, who doesn't know what they're talking about. When someone says, "we don't do things that way, we do them this way", I don't know whether to listen or not. Of course, my first instinct is to listen. But then I realized that one nurse here was telling me things that are completely wrong. I don't know if she did it intentionally or if she just doesn't know what the heck she's doing. I'm sure I'll find out as things wear on.
I'm hoping things will get better. It's no fun to hate your job. It's no fun to start dreading Monday on Friday night. I hated nursing school, but there was always an end in sight. That made it bearable. When you hate your job, I'm not really sure what you look forward to in life. Retirement seems just a little too far away. I guess you look forward to Friday. Of course, after these next three weeks of "orientation" are over, I'll be working weekends a lot. Then I won't even have Fridays...
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| Sorry everyone (by everyone I really mean Sarah b/c I think she is the only one who really reads this) it has been a way long time since I updated. Between a new house, new job, new church, new town... it seems hard to find much time for blogging.
Anyways, Molly has been doing a ton of new stuff lately. Of course she has been reaching all the expected milestones that you anticipate before the baby is even born, such as learning to walk and say a few words.
However, it has been amazing to watch her learn all the things that we take for granted. This week she learned the art of dipping sauces. She ate a half bowl of green sauce from Los Cucos by dipping chips. Then she ate Randy's tartar sauce with crackers. And last night she dipped her french fries in ketchup. That's right folks... french fries with ketchup.
She is also quite the confident little walker now. She doesn't want to be carried, doesn't want to hold your hand.... she wants to walk all by herself. I can't believe that I used to get mad when she wanted me to hold her ALL day. Now I can't seem to get her to let me hold her for even a minute.
Randy has taught her to "pray". It's way cute. She puts her hands together and bows her head. Of course, we have yet to show off this trick because she will only do it when no one is looking.
The funny thing is, I thought each milestone would excite me and make me happy. Instead I find myself tearing up a lot these days. I kinda miss the baby she used to be. I like the toddler she is turning into... but I miss those newborn days. I guess this is how people get roped into second children (and third and fourth). For now I'll have to be content looking at the babies at work and reminding myself that at least I'll be getting to sleep that night!!
Stacey | | |
| I was watching the news at 5:00 this morning because Molly decided to stay up from 3am until 8am. I saw a segment on the president's Christmas cards. Well, they actually aren't Christmas cards, they are "holiday" cards because they make no refrence to Christmas.
I don't really know what to think of all of this "happy winter" business. I'm not going to boycott Target just because they say "happy holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas". It just doesn't seem worth the battle. Especially when Target is closer to us and so much less crowded than Walmart. Maybe my moral standards just aren't high enough. But I don't really think that's the problem.
My first response to the "happy winter" business has got to be this: would living in a true Christian society really make our lives better? Is it really good for the church to have all of these psuedo Christians floating around? Or would it be better if we really had to work a little harder to be a light in this world?
My second response is this: give me a break! 80% of Americans claim to be Christians. 80% and we can't refer to Christmas trees as Christmas trees. Don't we live in a country where majority rules? I mean, that's how we elect government officials, pass new laws, make decisions. So why can't we just say, "Look, almost everybody in this town is a Christian, so we are going to put up a big honkin Christmas tree right next to baby Jesus on the lawn of city hall. If you are Jewish, you are welcome to stick up a menorah down the road because it is a free country."?
I think in light of the renaming of Christmas trees as "holiday trees" we need to be sure and be pc across the board. Menorahs should be referred to as "winter candles" and Ramadan as a "holiday diet". I mean, fairs fair, right?
In other news, our house in Lubbock sold. What a relief. As of December 29th we should be official Tomball residents when we move into our house here. Randy told the youth we weren't going to be here next week because we would be moving. One of the youth thought we were moving somewhere else. No, we are finally (after four months of living out of a suitcase) moving here! Of course, God was faithful and has provided for us again. Now I feel so silly for my depressive post.
Well, this is long enough. And I have no guarentee that Molly will sleep more than three hours tonight. So I best be sayin' good night!! | | |
| Things seem to be going from bad to worse around here. I got in the car today and the check engine light was on. It sorta felt like the last straw. In the last few days we have learned that the mission house is far from finished, Randy can't get health insurance, we really can't make it on one salary, the contract on our house fell through, and the brakes are about to go out on our other car. I'm getting to the point that I am really wondering what bad thing may befall us next.
The sad thing is that I am really down in the dumps over all of these little things. None of them are life threatening or earth shattering. They are just the little inconveniences of life. And they all seem to be hitting at once. Randy says to just trust God. You'd think after all these years of being a Christian, I'd have that one down by now. But I don't.
No matter how faithful God has been in the past, I seem to always forget that he will really work everything out again this time. Instead I am looking for a job so I can make some money and fix at least some of our problems on our own. I don't know if that is really the right thing to do or not. I would really much rather stay home with little Molly. However, God allowed me to get a degree in nursing... maybe he wants me to use it now. I'm always a little confused over how far our own trust goes and how far hard work goes when it comes to doing God's will.
Sometimes I think I wouldn't really mind going back to work. The days can get long and lonely with just me and Molly hanging out together. But then I try to imagine dropping her off at daycare and walking away and I just can't imagine leaving her.
Man, this post is making me even more depressed. On a brighter note, I highly recommend the book Fools Gold by John MacArthur. He tells about the problems with some of today's church fads such as the "40 Days of Purpose". Actually my adament dislike for "40 Days of Purpose" is what drew me to this book in the first place. He talks a lot about the feel good messages that are so common in churches today and how we are missing messages with doctrinal worth. He also talks about the New Testament magazine (Revolve), Wild at Heart, and some other issues such as altar calls and contemporary worship music.
I will definitely have to post some more about this book. But for now I think I may go look at houses on the houston reality site and dream of actually having a home. After two months of living out of one suitcase, I can hardly remember what it must be like to hang clothes in the closet and sleep in a real bed. Our house just has to sell soon!!!! | | |
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