Moriah at Please Pass the Salt picked me for 7 Things. I rarely do memes, because I’m silly like that, but I couldn’t shake the thought of 7 random things that you. must. know. about Rebecca Tredway. And now that I’ve said you must know this information, I’d like to delete the whole post. Ha. Here goes…
- I have a “funny” yawn, as Livia so accurately stated this morning. Some of my yawns end in a little burp.
- In general, I don’t like fruit muffins but love chocolate chips ones (which we all know are called cupcakes).
- I dream about theater on a regular basis. Most often I’m either auditioning or late for an audition, and my beloved high school theater teacher Carol Svoboda is always present.
- I have never interviewed for a job. (This says little-to-nothing about my job skills, but quite a bit about providential timing.)
- I can’t mow in a straight line to save my life. I also can’t cut in a straight line.
- I can recite “The Friendly Cow” (Robert Louis Stevenson) from memory but I don’t remember memorizing it. I can also quote 1 Corinthians 13 in its entirety and I remember staying up all night in 6th grade with Kara Zwartverwer trying to memorize it and other scripture passages in an attempt to earn $20. Turns out, our youth leaders were kidding about the $20.
- I believe I am better at almost everything at age 30 than I was at age 20. Apart from being quite skilled at studying as a 20 year old (simply because I had to be), I am now a kinder person, a wiser wife and mother, and overall slightly less of an idiot than I was at 20. By that account, 40 looks better every day.
**If your blog is listed on my righthand menu, consider yourself TAGGED. Therefore go ye peoples and have some random fun.
NARAL makes my stomach churn. I can’t help but think of my body in Fall 2006, how I got to hear my baby’s heartbeat at 8 weeks gestation, then listened fearfully only to hear silence a week later. With sadness I think of my miscarriage and I wonder how it’s considered a right to actually stop a baby’s heart from beating. How is that okay? Why do we celebrate a fetus’s first movements in the womb and in the next breath say that’s it’s okay to abort a human being of the same age? Baffles me.
NARAL has endorsed Barack Obama for president. And why not? Clearly, the candidate is pro-choice.
Boo to NARAL.
Boo to Obama for supporting abortion.
Boo to this presidential election.
This blog vacation business is far easier than I thought it would be. But my blog is getting kind of sad, in a purely emotional sense, and it’s time for me to come back… at least a little bit.
I have yet to write about the dawning of spring—glorious and delightful spring!—in Lincoln, Nebraska. Several weeks ago we experienced many days of unparalleled temperatures. It was sunny and warm, relatively speaking, and Livia and I took walks every day. But then the skies grew gray once more, we were bound by four walls again, and poor Liv struggled to understand why we couldn’t go outside to play. (Clearly, frigid temps mean nothing to my little person.) Slowly over the last several weeks something amazing, albeit a yearly event you think I’d get used to someday, occurred. It was two steps forward, one step back with warm days and cold days and somehow, in all kinds of ways, spring arrived at our doorstep. Our grass is green, our viburnum is unfurling adorable fuzzy green leaves, and our child is dropping like a rock by 7:30pm from all the fresh air play.
To me, spring is more than a season of sunshine and blooming daffodils. I find deep joy and renewal in sitting on the porch and watching the neighborhood come alive with activity. My heart actually rejoices when the sun’s rays are warm on my cheeks and the breezes are lightly cool against my bare arms. Though I began this day with angst and frustration in the hidden corners of my heart, I found God’s grace and glory freely given to me in every hour. And at the conclusion of this beautiful spring day, I’m reminded of this passage in Psalm 16:
LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup;
you have made my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
In three words, two nouns and a verb to be exact, what did you do today?
Here’s mine:
- Coffeeshop
- Sunshine
- Played
Hi. My name is Rebecca and I’m a registered Republican. Only, recently I’ve learned that I’m kind of liberal socially and more conservative on a few issues, so I suppose you could say I have no true party.
Politics can be tough to chat about politely, but because I have such faith in y’all, I’m going to pose a question. I would love to hear any and all responses. And if I don’t appreciate your response, well then, I’ll just delete it.
For all the Barack Obama supporters out there: Why do you think Obama should be the next president of the United States?
**Updated. The question I really meant to ask is, Why do you like Obama?
On the way to Target we noticed the moon, bright and beautiful, high in the sky. On the way home from Target, I told Liv the clouds were partially blocking the moon. Geez, get with the program, Bec… Thank you, CNN, for setting me straight.
From my daily calendar…
Lewis Carroll introduced the notion of pormanteau words in Through the Looking-Glass where Humpty Dumpty says to Alice:
‘Well, “slithy” means “lithe and slimy”. “Lithe” is the same as “active”. You see it’s like a portmanteau—there are two meanings packed up into one word.’
**Ten Prairie Box points to anyone who contributes a few portmanteau words in the comments section.