When did Rape become casual?

Note: Today's post was written by my friend Alex. Alex is in Grade 12, and I've had the privilege of getting to know her as a fellow leader at our church youth group as well as a super fun trip to Calgary last year. (Woo LYC!) Alex wanted to write this post because she felt a strong conviction from God to get this message out there and asked me to help her. (which I was obviously, more than happy to do!) This is the product of her walking in obedience to that conviction. How awesome is that? Honestly, I feel blessed just to be a part of this. Maybe take a moment to throw a few words of affirmation her way? :)

Justified?

Oh my it's been a while, hasn't it?  Well I suppose I could blame it on the busy-ness of Christmas and all that, now couldn't I? I just might do that.

Truthfully I've just been a bit distracted by this overwhelming "I love my husband/I love my life" thing. I won't bore you with the details, but I will say that pretty much every aspect about Christmas has amped up my already unreasonably high twitterpated heart to a level not previously known. The idea of making Christmas traditions for our family that will last for the rest of our lives? I feel a bit faint. Putting up decorations and a tree? Badoom, baddom, badoom (That's my heart beating) Sitting on the couch looking out at the Christmas lights my very handy husband strung with care? I feel almost teary! What the heck is wrong with me??

It's distracting, that's for sure.    Ooooh kay! Back on track!!

Sometimes jokes just aren't funny.

I like jokes. I like to joke. I think I'm a little bit funny..... no?

Have you ever made an insensitive joke not realizing that someone in the room may be affected by what you are joking about? This happened to me a few years ago and I still feel like a total heel for it.

I'll set the stage for you

I'm havin' a party. Peeople are smiling, laughing, chatting. Pretty much all things you want to see at a party. I feel pretty good about being the host of said party.

Ooh, look at me. I throw such fun parties.

Actually, no. I'm not bonkers happy all the time.

I got home today to find my husband peeling potatoes for my dinner. MY dinner. Like... he wasn't staying for dinner because he had a school thing to be at, but took it upon himself to peel me some potatoes. Oh, and he also preheated the oven for the chicken.

I hit the jackpot big time, amiright?

Today, I'm really happy.   Actually, the happy train really only started when I walked in the door.

Before that I was somewhat.... apathetic. Not happy, not sad. Just.. you know. I was at work. I have a great job, but it's nothing that makes me grin from ear to ear all day long.

I found a metaphor in my fridge today

I'm eating my friend's cookie right now. She didn't know it was her cookie though, so it's ok, right?

You know how it goes- you have a friend over for dinner and fully plan to offer her a cookie that will possibly change her life with it's salty/sweet/chocolately/peanut-y goodness, but then you forget- mainly because you're too busy staring at her beautiful 2 month old daughter.

So I'm eating it along with the cookie I was planning on offering myself.

What can I say? Eating cookies- it's just part of my life.    This is me.

Turkey, pie and pumpkins

Chris and I spent our Saturday with some very good friends making a turkey dinner together - it was like a practice round for #17 on "The List". Well... not really. All I did was make the stuffing.

My bad. I'm learning about honesty. *Ahem*  It was like training! Oh, oh - I brought the pumpkin pie too (and yes, it was homemade)

I must say though, that the three of us ladies did an amazing job and pulled together an amazing meal! Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy, carrots, turnip, perogies... let's just say the belt felt a little tight!

So it turns out that other people are not me

Huh.

So, what you're saying is that every person is their own person and has their own thoughts and reacts differently to different situations?

Yup.

I'm not sure why this is new information, really.