Monthly Archives: August 2011

Thoughts – August 28, 2011

Acts 1:15-26

Picture two people, both you have entrusted an important task to: one makes an obvious mistake and owns up to it, and the other also makes an obvious mistake and places the blame on the first person. Which person would you trust to take on another task for you?

Why are we so afraid to take the blame for our mistakes? What is there to be afraid of? Of showing that we are not perfect? Of proving our humanity? Why would we rather have someone else pay for our problems, no matter how small the punishment? Even if there is no real punishment, just slander, what is the purpose? What purpose is served in showing the world that we would rather make a problem someone else’s fault than to take responsibility for our own?

Placing the blame on someone other than ourselves only does one thing: it shows the world our true character. Owning up to the blame also shows the world our true character.

Which characteristic are you proud of?

2nd Grade

It’s almost required.

The first-day-of-school blog post.

So here’s mine.

My baby girl entered the 2nd grade today. What a cutie.

At least she’s not TOO grown up yet. If you look closely, you can see the “outtie” she still has!

As moms tend to do, I was reminiscing about her other “first days of school” and looked up the pictures I took. And I noticed a pattern…

I think it’s safe to say that Miss Em likes pink.

And it seems “Global Climate Change” is real: pants in Kindergarten, Capris in 1stgrade and shorts in 2nd grade. Yup, it’s happening! Just kidding. I think.

I’m just glad I remembered to trim back her “caterpillars” last night.

*Sigh* 2nd grade already.

To Write Or Not To Write

A little catch-up here:

“Em” and I moved. Our lease on our apartment was up on August 7, so rather than stay in a place that we didn’t like and pay an extra $100 a month to do so, we jumped at the chance to move into a house. My grandparents‘ house! Last year, just weeks after I signed the lease on the apartment, my grandparents moved out of their house and up to the Alzheimer’s residential facility they are in now. I was very disappointed that I could do nothing to help with the house as I was now locked into a year-long contract. Fast-forward a year later and I’m finally in!! A four-bedroom, 2-bath single-story home that is over 50 years old. That means it has two large lawns, a spacious back patio, a very lengthy driveway, a garage and no air-conditioning. But it’s a house. With no neighbors above me to have an ant problem that overflows into my house. If I get bugs, they’re MY problem. And I’m ok with that.

But because it’s a 4-bedroom house and it’s just Em and me, we had to rent out another room to make it affordable on my income. Unfortunately, we didn’t know that the house was going to be rented instead of sold until after all the kids attending college had made living arrangements. None of my friends needed a place, or if they did the rent was going to be too much.

It turned out a roommate was looking for us. A friend of mine from my church was in need of a room. We get along pretty well, have known each other for a long time, and my daughter loves her. So it seemed, from an outside perspective at least, that it would be the perfect arrangement. But I had my reservations, mostly about the age difference. You see, “Jean” is at around 80-years-old.

For the most part we worked out who would do what chores and what some of our expectations are, but we (and by we I mean me) are running into some things that just don’t seem to be working themselves out. Like how to deal with the next-door-neighbor’s dog that starts yapping around 10:00 PM each night; apparently that’s my job, to talk to the neighbors about the noise. The yapping doesn’t bother me and barely even registers in my head when it starts. But it bothers Jean and she would prefer that I talk to the neighbors instead of she.

Other things we (and, I) are dealing with is the parenting of Em and personal space. Jean originally wanted to spend at least an hour with Em each night, reading to Em, having Em read to her, hanging out. I think that got idea got squashed when I explained that Em and I don’t get home until after 6 each night and she has to be in bed by 8:30, so that leaves little time between showering and dinner and getting ready for the next day to give Jean some “Em time.” And Jean wants there to be a rule that says if a bedroom door is open, that means the occupant is available for company and to walk right in; to me an open bedroom door means “It’s freakin’ hot in here and I’m hoping for a cross-breeze.” I was raised to knock on a bedroom door and wait for a response before entering, regardless of whether it’s open or closed.

But all of this pales in comparison to the internal dilemna I’m having in how much I can/should write about living with a roommate. Normally, if it was someone my readers didn’t know, I wouldn’t worry about it. I’d use a pseudonym like I do for everyone else and write on. But many of my readers will figure out who my roommate is (she hasn’t told many people because it’s a delicate situation and I’m not going to tell folks unless they learned it from her). For all I know, my roommate reads this and I don’t want there to be additional tension because of a vent-session I did on here.

I’d like to say that I’ll just limit my postings to sermon notes, my ex-husband and Em, but in reality, a lot of things about Em will happen at home. Where my roommate is.

I haven’t decided whether or not to censor myself. It’s hard enough writing this because I know that some of my readers will already know who my roommate is and when I see them at church on Sunday, they’re likely to look at me with different eyes, or at least watchful eyes.

I just don’t want to upset or anger anyone. Writing my complaints about perfect strangers whose hygiene habits made for creepy-crawlies in my apartment is very different than writing about my gripes about a roommate who has a very full social calendar with quite a few of my readers.

I’d like to say, “To hell with it, it’s my personal blog and I’ll write what I want to.” I really wish that were the case. But it’s not personal if it’s on the web.

I don’t know what to do.