Dear World,

Thursday, 08 October 2009

  • Just For Fun


    My family was never big on celebrating Halloween when I was a kid, but this year, since I have my own house, I decided that I had to do something to get into the spirit.  (Haha, that was punny!)  First, I made an autumn wreath:

     

    Weeeell...it doesn't look all that Autumnal, as in there are no pumpkins, leaves, or orange to be seen, but I thought that the rich colors were well-suited to the season.  I hear the most fantastic tales about leaves turning (gasp!) RED in other areas during this time of year, but that most certainly has never happened here in Houston, Texas.  It must be a myth, like Santa Claus.  But since every season and holiday has its own myth, I figured that I may as well honor the myth of leaf turning with my "autumn" wreath.

    The second way I've gotten into the "spirit" of things (I just crack me up!) is by putting this little sign by my front door:



    What is more suitable for the home of a man well-versed in philosophy, than this sign?  Nothing, that's what.  Epicurus would be proud.  Now, if only I could find a sign that read, "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."

Wednesday, 30 September 2009

  • What I've Been Thinking...


    I should be cleaning right now, but I needed a break.

    There are a few things that have been on my mind that I just do not understand:
    1) The practice of "courting" among Christian singles,
    2) the practice of asking a woman's father for the woman's hand in marriage, and
    3) the idea that if your spouse asks you for sex, that you must oblige, even if you don't feel like it, because that's the "loving" thing to do.

    The first two I don't get because they're anachronistic.  We don't live at court anymore.  Even Prince William, who does live at court, and his girlfriend Kate Middleton aren't following the old ways.  There are very few propertied families in this day and age, and we don't live in strictly defined classes.  On top of that, the modern Western woman is free to see whomever she likes.  So why be so formal about getting to know your potential future spouse, and why be so formal about receiving permission to marry?  Guys, it seems to me that unless you and your future father-in-law are going to negotiate your future wife's dowry, that you should not ask for her hand in marriage.  Please!  I understand that some of you feel sentimental about old-fashioned things like that, but come on.  I, personally, would have been offended if Terry had have asked my father for permission to marry me...as if I couldn't make the decision myself!  Asking for a blessing, however, is okay.

    The third thing really perplexes me, and, to be honest, angers me.  I think that, rightly viewed, marital sex is a gift from one spouse to the other.  Gifts should be given from the heart, not because the giver feels obligated to give.  If you think that your marriage will benefit because you never say "no," then think again.  Resentment is a sure-fire passion-killer.

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

  • It's Heeeeeere!


    After a lot of dreaming and hard work, I am proud to say that Saint Bead is now open for business!  New items will be added every day, and I am considering doing free shipping for a limited time.  Hmmm...



    But, the hard work doesn't end here.  I can't open a web store and expect sales--that would be way too easy.  I have to promote, promote, promote.  So, could you help me by recommending this post?  I can't remember ever asking before, so, pretty please with shiny beads on top?

    Once you get to the store, and have looked at the pretties, then read my bio, too.  It tells you a little about me and my design philosophy.

    Thanks a lot, and keep me in mind when it's time to Christmas shop, at which time I will probably be having a sale.

    EDIT:  The link doesn't work, so the address is www.saintbead.etsy.com.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

  • The Cross, Claimed in the Name of Christ


    There are two Jehovah's Witnesses, a man and a woman, who frequent my residence to discuss the Bible with me and my husband.  They are friendly people, whom I have come to care about, and our discussions are always polite, even though the theological differences between the Jehovah's Witnesses and the Roman Catholic Church are vast.  In the months that we have known each other, they have given us quite a lot of literature, including the booklet entitled "What Does the Bible Really Teach?"  In the appendix, one of the many topics it discusses is why "True Christians Do Not Use the Cross in Worship."  The text explains that Jesus did not really die on a cross, but a stake (which I think is possible, but not necessarily so), and thus the cross is a historically inaccurate symbol.  It goes on to state that, in the Bible, it says that the person who is crucified upon a cross (stake) is considered to be a "curse" (see Gal. 3:12 and Deut. 21:22-23), and that it is, therefore, inappropriate for true Christians to display the cross in their homes or churches.  Finally, the text states that the cross is a "pagan symbol", which, it seems to me, is the main reason why the Jehovah's Witnesses believe that the cross should not be used in "true" Christian worship.  It is upon this last reason that I would like to comment.

    I, for one, think that the fact that the cross (or stake, or tree) was used by pagans before being claimed as a symbol by the Christian Church world-over is very profound.  The Romans (pagan, of course) crucified Jesus Christ on Golgotha, the skull hill.  His crucifixion was unjust and, like all other crucifixions, utterly brutal.  His suffering was immense.  But, He submitted to it of His own will, as a means to atone for the sins of all mankind, so that we could be blameless before the Lord.  Therefore, I think that it is wonderfully powerful that what was once a symbol of brutal "justice" can now be claimed in the name of Jesus Christ as a symbol of hope, submission to the will of God, redemption, peace, and LIFE.  Who but God Himself, in the Person of Christ, could turn something so ugly into something so loveable?  The cross is a symbol of everything we hope for.  Christ used the cross for His own purpose, and transformed it.  And we who trust in Him are also being transformed from God-haters to God-lovers, taking up our own crosses, and becoming, each in his own way, more like Christ Himself.  My God, how beautiful!  Thank you for such a gift.  I am so appreciative that I can meditate upon the cross of Christ, as an act of sincere worship. 

    AMEN!

Friday, 18 September 2009

  • The Cockroach


    I barely have time to eat lunch, these days, but I have just been so thoroughly traumatized that I felt the need to talk about...The Cockroach Incident.

    There are only a few things that strike more fear into my heart and make me break into a cold sweat than spiders, snakes, and--ugh--cockroaches.  "They" say that everything's bigger in Texas, and that is certainly true of roaches.  We definitely have more than our fair share of critters in Texas, even suburban Texas, where I reside, and if those critters are not huge, they are invasive.  I have found a snake curled up in the middle of my living room floor, have had a crotchety old spider live (for a while, heh heh heh) under the loveseat, and currently have a colony of ants that have, much like gypsies, taken up residence as squatters in my attic.  No matter what poison we leave for them, or how many times we upset their nest, they just won't leave.

    But, I was talking about the roach.

    I'm not exactly what you would call a shrinking violet.  I've defended myself while being accosted by a strange man.  I've told plenty of people to eff off.  I'd love to go skydiving.  But when it comes to creepy crawlies, that's a whole 'nuther story.  This particular roach, which I swear was six inches long, had decided to crap on the carpet, and then roll over and die.  And then twitch.  I needed to vacuum the floor anyway, so I got out the vacuum and turned it on, but whenever I would get anywhere near the roach, it would twitch and cycle its legs in the air.  I thought that guy was dead!  I could've sworn that it tried to roll back over, so that it could take flight and charge me.  I shut off the vacuum and took a few steps back from the roach.  I tried giving myself a little pep talk.  I had the fleeting thought of going next door and asking Waldo, an exterminator, to dispose of the elephantine roach for me.  But then I shouted, "I have to face my fears!!!" and grabbed the vacuum, turned it on, and charged the undead roach, screaming the battlecry "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" all the while.

    A few passes over the monstrous roach did not budge it.  I imagine it was doing that just to spite me, as I'm sure it crapped on my carpet just to spite me, too.  Finally, I flew into a berserk rage and screamed like a banshee as I violently raked the vacuum over the roach over and over.  Eventually, I heard a thunk as the roach was sucked inside, but at the same time I heard the thunk, I felt something sharp hit my shins.  It was antennae and other roach bits that the vacuum brushes had spun back at me.  DAMN ROACH!  What a spiteful, spiteful thing, it was.

Friday, 07 August 2009

  • A Magpie Moment


    Call me Maggie. 

    Walking into a bead store can be very damaging to my budget.  I just looove sparkle and color.  Look!













    Are there any other Maggies in the house?

    I am so excited today because I got my very first check in the mail for my jewelry.  It's still hard for me to believe that my obsession can be profitable.  Several hundred dollars profitable.

    I'm really hungry now, so this is Maggie signing off.

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

  • Looking Back


    I was reading through an old journal of mine today, and I found this one, dated 5/2/06.  I thought it was kind of funny.  I must have been in an odd mood.

    I have nothing good to say, so I'll say bad things instead:  "shit."  I also have other bad things to say, like "awful," "deleterious," "abominable," "beastly," "dreadful," "atrocious," "poor," and "dreadful."  Wait, I've already said "dreadful."  Dreadful, dreadful, dreadful.  Oh, and "ghastly."  Can't forget that word.  It's like "ghostly," and I like ghost stories.  They always make me feel a little unsafe, but there's just something about the unworldly danger that excites me.  Other than that, I don't appreciate stories of horror, or at least, horror that is unredeemable by hope or love.  I do have an attraction to stores that deal with the fantastic or unordinary--fables, tall tales, old myths.  I love faries and pirates and doppelgängers and strange metamorphoses.  Ya!

Saturday, 25 July 2009

  • More Friday Fragments


    This week has been both good and bad.

    The good:

    Thomas is a WALKER!  That boy is toddling all over the place, including where we go shopping.  This past weekend, we went to the Hong Kong market in Houston, and let Thomas push the cart.  He grabbed the lowest rail (where you or I would normally rest our foot), put his back into it, and started pushing the cart.  All I did was steer.  The reactions of people around us were priceless.  Some said, "Wow, he's strong!" and two people--an older man, and a teenage girl--pulled out their cellphones and started taking video of him.  Later on in the week, we went to Sam's Club, and filled our cart with a 40 lb. bag of dog food, a case of diapers, an 8 lb. bag of tater tots (uh, we really like tots), and various other items, and Thomas pushed that cart, too.  He had to work harder to get it going, but we went around the whole warehouse with him doing that.  In response to people's astonishment, we simply replied that he's doing early training for football.

    (Thomas is on YouTube, by the way.  You can find him here:  Link.)

    The Bad:

    We have been living above our means for a while now, and it's finally bit us in the butt.  Ever since Terry's hours at work were cut, our lifestyle has been unsustainable.  We tried to sustain it, but failed, and now we're scaling back on everything.  I'm praying that we make prudent choices, and use plenty of self-control in our spending.

    I hope that you all have an enjoyable weekend (especially BigToePeople).  I plan to spend mine doing laundry, forging sterling silver and gold-filled clasps, and chasing after my toddler--woo hoo!

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

  • Late-Nite Beading


    [Reposted from last night.  Er, this morning.]

    Like I said in my last post, I am able to work on my jewelry when Thomas is napping, or asleep for the night, and that I work into the wee hours of the morning.  Here is proof that what I said is true.

    It is currently 1:41 a.m. in Houston, Texas, and I am working on this:



    I intend for this to be a necklace pendant, but I think a pair of them would look really nice as earrings, too.  It kind of reminds me of a peacock feather.

    I can't decide if I want to add another bead, or not.  What do you think?



    Yeah, I know--the lighting in these photos isn't the best, but hey...it's almost 2:00 in the morning!  Everyone else went to bed four hours ago.

    And that's where I think I will be headed now, too.  Sweet dreams!

Tuesday, 21 July 2009

  • Please, Santa. A Maid Would Be Nice.


    I now know the Plight of the Working Mom:  You work for hours for somebody else, and then you still have your home responsibilities to take care of. 

    Of course, I am working at home, but still, I'm new at this, and my house is a MESS!  I generally work on jewelry while Thomas is napping, and after Thomas and Terry have gone to bed, until the wee hours of the morning.  My attention to the cleanliness of my home is suffering.

    When Christmas rolls around, I think I'll ask Santa for a maid.

    So, how is your Tuesday?

Amarisa

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