The Square Peg

Embracing the mojo because cutting
corners seemed counter-productive.

11/23/2009

Things I Support

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You knew a counterpart to the Things I Do Not Support post was coming, didn't you? Of course you did; you've probably stopped by here every other day checking to see if I had posted it yet. LOL In no particular order, here's a partial list of things I support:

1. Taking the high road when faced with a sticky situation in a relationship. I know it's not easy to do this but I've watched a few people do it and I admire them greatly.

2. Dogs. They're awesome. 

3. Babies. They're even more awesome than dogs. I like to snuggle them, hear them laugh, and I think baby feet and hands are freakin' adorable.

4. Red candy. It's hard to mess up candy that's flavored after something red, whether it's cherry, strawberry, watermelon, or whatever. 

5. Toddlers. But it's really not fair that they have more energy than most of the adults who've been tasked with their care.  

6. Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Especially the New York Super Fudge Chunk flavor. 

7. Kids. Their curious and simplistic view of the world can stop you dead in your tracks when they make a matter-of-fact announcement about something they've observed that you never even thought they noticed, much less processed and figured out.

8. Sitting outside by a fire on a really cold night with friends.

9. Teenagers. No longer children and not quite adults, it sucks to be stuck between two worlds. They make me feel young while I'm reminded of how old I am and I love spending time with them.


10. Ryan. This little king is my favorite firstborn. I call him a world changer because the world isn’t going to change him. He’s destined to shake nations (or at the very least, rattle a few cages). He never compromises when he believes he's right and his passion doesn’t allow him to do anything with half his heart. But underneath that tough exterior is a tender warrior whose willingness to stand up for those who can't defend themselves reveals William (which means 'defender') was the perfect middle name for him. I know his future wife will appreciate his strong leadership and his sensitivity and playful yet daring nature will make him an excellent dad when he has kids. After all, he learned from the best.



11. Andrew Steven (aka "Drewby"). This warrior is my favorite baby boy. His quick wit and off-the-cuff one-liners make everyone laugh, but it's his laid-back approach to life that makes you realize how important it is to stop and smell the roses. Although he's typically pretty loud when playing, talking, and, well, doing pretty much everything, he has a quiet way of achieving things that will go unnoticed if you're too busy laughing to pay attention. I'm convinced he will be a balanced leader when he marries and his wife and kids will do a lot of laughing as they traverse through life with him. After all, he learned from the best, too.

12. Laughing so hard whatever you're drinking comes out your nose. Or until you cry. Either way, you know it was funny.

13. Playing cards or board games with friends. And making sure the people you love know you love them.

14. Standing in Life Point Church singing along with the band, feeling the presence of God permeate your entire being.

15. Sitting in Life Point Church hearing about God's incredible love for people and being excited about leaving so you can go share that love with the world.

16. Mountains. Especially the snow covered variety. My favorites are the ones in Alaska. They're a breathtaking display of God's majesty and power. I know other stuff is, too, but they are my favorite.

17. Listening to loud, head-banging music while driving fast on a deserted road. Oh, yeah...I love this.

18. Dancing. Specifically doing the Hokey Pokey, Limbo, and Electric Slide with your friends at your New Year's Eve party. 

19. Hockey. The speed, the cool air, the fights...it's awesome. I was going to add football to this list, but you already know how I feel about football. Ditto for Starbucks.

20. Staying in bed on a rainy morning, snuggling under the covers with the amazing and incomparable Moose. Yeah, that rocks. Of course, doing pretty much everything with Moose rocks. Even the dreaded grocery shopping. 

What things do you support?

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11/15/2009

Football and hash browns

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***** The football*****
Moose and I went to a college football game at the University of Tennessee last weekend. It was a belated birthday gift for him and we had an absolute blast. And this former cheerleader was in her element. I LOVED seeing all the fans dressed up. There's nothing quite like football, bands and fans in the crisp, fall air. Nothing. FYI: old cheerleaders never die, we just let out the waistbands of our skirts. And we always know how to accessorize our outfits to show our S-P-I-R-I-T spirit (clap, clap). My orange eyelashes and T's were rockin! BEHOLD:


I know what you're thinking. But don't hate me because I'm beautiful. *snorts*

*****The hash browns*****
My mom was here this past week helping me get some things ready for our move and I was so glad to have her expertise since she's done this overseas thing a couple of times. (I recalled how bossy she was when I was growing up and knew she'd be good at keeping me on task, but I swear I think that little woman carries a whistle and a whip in her purse.) Kidding aside, we actually got several things done this week that previously felt overwhelming to me. Moving overseas is a whole different ball of wax than a stateside move, lemme tell ya. There's still so much more to be done, but I'll get there. Eventually.

The house was in decent shape when Mom got here, but now that the sorting, cleaning, clearing & purging has kicked into high gear, walking into the house reminds me of Waffle House hash browns because everything in here is scattered, smothered, or covered in one way or another.

 Peace in your 'hood, people.

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10/12/2009

Ricochet Ramblings

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****DISCLAIMER****
If you're one of those people who doesn't like talking (or reading) about *ahem* 'body parts', it's probably a good idea for you to skip this post and stop by some other day.

You may have heard about the NFL players who have been wearing pink shoes and gloves during the games in support of October being breast cancer awareness month. Well, I couldn't help but wonder why there isn't a 'check-your-nuts' awareness month. I did some research and it turns out there is. Sort of.

The Get A Grip! campaign is one week long in April. I'm not sure what's up with testicles getting a week of awareness while breasts get a whole month (unless it has to do with their general size differences), but I digress. Did you know that testicular cancer is the most common cancer among men ages 12-50 and it out paces breast cancer deaths by women in the same 13-34 age group? Neither did I. This is important information that needs to be passed on!

Since a time of awareness has been instituted though, why don't women wear some type of blue item(s) to show our support? Cuz, you know, tit for tat and all that. Oh! That wasn't intentional but since I stumbled upon it, it's staying in this post! *This is part of the 'twisted sense of humor' I've told you I have.

Now, back to wearing blue for that week...there should be a blue dye exclusively created for the items. And I've narrowed my ideas down to three items that are key to a woman's life. In no particular order:
  1. a single strand of pearls--earrings coming soon (because you know how we love jewelry and accessorizing)
  2. temporary spray to paint a streak in our hair (this would, of course, provide excellent coverage for color-resistant gray--cuz I need that) and finally,
  3. a purse (supportive and practical since some women carry their husband's...never mind).
The Get A Grip! marketing department totally needs to hire me as a consultant, don't you think?

Peace out, people. And whether you're a guy or gal, don't forget to check your stuff. Your life could depend on it.

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9/05/2009

ah....football

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Man, am I ever glad it's football season. I. Have. Missed. It.
It feels like the off season was the longest in the history of all off seasons. Yes, I like using hyperbole on occasion to express my feelings. Deal with it. LOL

I hope TN has an awesome season and kills their competition. Even Georgia. But especially Florida. Oh, how I despise Florida. And Steve Spurrier, even though he's not coaching the Gators anymore.

Saturdays are once again perfect.

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12/30/2006

Fanatics

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As I watched the Alabama/Oklahoma State bowl game (sorry, BAMA, I was rooting for you), I loved seeing the fans showing their school spirit. I love how they immerse themselves in the spirit of the team they're rooting for, and demonstrate their devotion by painting their faces (and sometimes bodies), wearing school colors, cheering, donning crazy wigs, using their body to spell out their school's initials, and a host of other things. I love it when the camera pans the crowd.

But this leads me to wonder: why don't we do the same for God? Why do we get that excited about a game and then act like the Frozen Chosen on Sunday morning? Didn't God ever do anything worth getting fired up about?

I was a cheerleader, and I did a lot of the stuff I just mentioned in the list above for my school. But God has done WAY more for me than the school I cheered for ever thought about doing, so shouldn't my devotion to Him be as spirited or more than what I gave to my alma mater all those years ago? I mean, cheering for the Panthers was great and all, but God set me free. FREE! I'm not a slave to believing lies about myself or God anymore. I know He loves me. ME! I mean, I knew He loved you, but I didn't really think He loved me. But He does! I don't have to be separated from Him anymore. I'm never alone anymore! That's something to get excited about!

I can't remember who was the captain of the football team my senior year (could look it up if I had a yearbook), but I can't forget the knowledge that the One who stepped out of nothing, into nothing, stood on nothing, and with nothing created everything in the universe.

I may act loud, proud and crazy at a football game, but know this: my Daddy will get the same (or more) passion and zeal from me.

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