Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Pray for Bethany

One of our close family friends, Bethany (the motorcycle-riding Marilyn Monroe impersonator/actress), is in need of prayers. Last week she and her fiance were riding their motorcycles from Dallas up to Maine to visit my grandparents and get married up there. However, her fiance was in an accident and died. Not only does she have to deal with the pain of losing the person she loved right before they were supposed to be married, but she might lose her home too. They lived together, but his daughters are inheriting the house, and they have always hated her. So they're probably going to kick her out as soon as they can. So I don't know what to do for this poor woman except pray. God will be the best comforter she can have.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Opposites attract

For lack of a better topic to blog about, I've decided to list the ways my boyfriend and I are completely opposite.

1. the most obvious: I'm a girl; he's a boy
2. I multi-task almost constantly; he is a single-tasker (even down to eating only one type of food at a time)
3. I speak very rapidly in a high-pitch; he speaks slowly in a very deep voice
4. I listen to all music EXCEPT country; he loves country, even to the point of singing the same line from a country song over and over and over again
5. I am have no athletic ability and therefore dislike all sports; he loves to play and/or watch basketball, football, golf, baseball... get the point?
6. I go to bed early and wake up early; he likes to stay up and then sleep in really late
7. I believe that if you're not early somewhere, you're late; he believes that if you get somewhere before it's all over, you're on time
8. I like to eat snacks or small meals every few hours; he eats 2 or 3 big meals a day
9. I don't like thinking about politics or whatever is on the news much; he loves watching the news and debating politics
10. I can't remember numbers or statistics for anything; he knows the stats for everything
11. I like to cook my own food; his cooking seems to be limited to making PB&J sandwiches
12. I'm a little (well, maybe a lot) high-strung; he's ridiculously laid back
13. I find memorizing and studying facts equivalent to Chinese water torture; he wants to go to medical school (where he'll be studying almost every waking minute he's not in class for several years)
14. I'm a daddy's girl; he is much closer to his mom than his dad
15. I do laundry and go grocery shopping at least once a week so I don't run out of clean clothes or food; Sunday I did 3 loads of his laundry (including all 30-something pairs of his white socks), and he had no food or toilet paper in his apt

So what they say is true, opposites attract!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

mail-order spouses

OK, so I tease my boyfriend about getting a mail-order bride if he wants someone to just grocery shop, cook, and clean for him without expecting anything back. Then, I'll get to do the fun stuff with him and not worry about all the mundane homemaker tasks all the time.

I've recently found an apartment to live in and now I'm going through the pain of trying to find the best deal on electric companies, internet, cable, etc that are available in our area. Today I spent a long time on the phone with AT&T trying to figure out if I could get off my parents' family plan for wireless and bundle that with internet and cable at my new place. I spoke to 3 different people. When I got to the person, I'd tell them exactly what I expected and they'd say they'd connect me to the right person to help me. Only they wouldn't. I'd have to talk to the computer, which of course, didn't offer what I needed as an option and kept telling me to only choose one of the options it was giving me. I've decided that figuring out this stuff and talking to customer service people is one of the worst possible things for me to do. After only 15 minutes on the phone, a nice lady (who I flat out begged to please not transfer me to anyone else and just give me an answer) who told me that I couldn't even get AT&T cable in my area. I proceded to thank her for her help, hang up the phone, and fall from the couch to the floor groaning in frustration and agony.

Perhaps I'm a little overdramatic, but I really really hate doing this crap! And I also hate worrying about money and answering people's questions about what I'm doing for my retirement funds. Therefore, I've decided that they should also have mail-order husbands. I need someone to deal with money and whatnot for me, and I need him now! Why should I have to wait for a real husband who is ready to commit himself to me for the rest of his life? I can just buy someone to do all the money stuff and change the oil in my car and reach high things.

OK, OK, I know it's crazy... but a girl can dream, right?