Are You A Hipocrite?

How do you see…yourself? Your kids? from Lu Hanessian on Vimeo.

Poster Tape

I missed move-in-week and the first two days of classes during my first semester at college.  I was very sick and bedridden so I didn’t move in until Labor Day weekend.  As soon as we got there, my parents quickly helped me carry everything up to my dorm room.  This was going to be my new home for the next year.  My mom made my bed and choked back tears as we said goodbye.  “Call me tonight!” she ordered.  I agreed, sensing how important it was that I not forget to call her that night.  They left and I began unpacking the boxes and boxes of useless stuff that I packed, certain that I would need it all (only to realize later that I never used any of it). 

It’s The Little Things

I have this boss who is not really known for being friendly.  He is incredibly condescending and makes sure that you feel like your work is never good enough.  He believes he is a big dog at the firm.  And he was.  Before he retired.  Now he is just a retired partner who works full time on his own volition.  Regardless, I have always tried to treat him with respect and get his work done with the utmost quality.  It seems I am always trying to impress him but can never get his approval. 

Last week, we finally connected. 

We Got Fired

Today I start the day looking for a new pediatrician.  Looking for a doctor is one of those things that I suspect a lot of people don’t like to do.  It can be a daunting task for anybody.  You want to make sure you make the right choice.  Because nobody wants to invest all of that time and money going to a new doctor and going over your medical history ad nauseam just to find out that

Evaluating and Managing My Son’s Health

My son was born with a head in the less-than-10th percentile. It was small, but not too worrisome since he was born 3 weeks early. He soon grew into the 20-30th percentile and stayed there steadily until his 3 month appointment. At his 3 month appointment, he measured in the 25th percentile and was growing perfectly. He was incredibly strong and was hitting milestones before other kids his age. He received a Rotavirus vaccination on that day. That night he got very ill. He was sick for a week but once he got better he seemed fine and back to normal. Except for one thing: his head was now in the 82nd percentile.

A break please?

It seems that the Universe has a way of knowing when you need to be challenged.  It acts as though we are here to continually be learning one lesson or another.  And if you aren’t learning your lesson, then the Universe doesn’t just let up and give you a break.  Oh no, It keeps challenging you until you have mastered the lesson laid out for you.  If you think you have a handle on it, the Universe will set up a test for you to see if you really do have a good handle, or if you were just pretending.  Because the Universe doesn’t tolerate phonies.  Like a good drill sergant, it knows that the consequences of failure are too great.

Thinking about my religion

My journey through religion. Key points.

I met my Guardian Angel as a child.  It happened during one of my many dark hours.  It was a feeling, nothing I could prove.  But it was real to me. 

My babysitter once brought me to Awana where I accepted Christ into my life.  I felt Him for the first time, and it felt good. 

Dad brought us to a Catholic church every Sunday.  It was incredibly boring but I always felt refreshed from the service. 

In junior high I watched The Exorcist.  It scared the shit out of me.  I realized that I was completely terrified of being possessed.  Perhaps because of my history with OCD and feeling like I wasn’t in control of my body.

As a teenager I questioned religion

The Pointless Game

Office Politics. Quiver.

When you see Office Politics then let me tell you that the best thing you can do is run. Run far, far away and don’t look back. Because once it gets a hold of you, you can’t escape it.

And now you know

During a casual conversation with a coworker the question was asked “what would you do with $1,000,000 dollars?” I was quite suprised to find that I already knew exactly what I would do with the money, right down to the last dollar.

If I had a million dollars I would give:

They have a way about them

Words, that is.  Words have a way about them.  Words are simply the vehicle of one person’s intention to another person’s reception.  But sometimes that vehicle gets a little turned around, goes through a hail storm and by the time it reaches the other person the vehicle has become unrecognizable and has lost the Intentions that were once sitting in the drivers seat.  A smart woman called this problem “communijunction” where my meaning meets your interpretation.  Oh how it is so true.