Friday, March 7, 2014
You PROBABLY want to know what the app is. Or you stopped reading, because you hate talking about my feelings. I'm ok with that (just don't let me actually find out about it).
So the app (which I did not play or download) (because that would be a show of support no matter how it was intended for research) was marketed for young girls. You play as a princess and you engage in different activities that focus around landing THE prince. Notice I said A princess and THE prince. There are OTHER princesses and you have to sabotage their preparations in order to WIN. So, in more general terms, you are running a race against other girls to win the trophy, which happens to be a rich guy with a title. There is only one winner, everyone else must lose.
OR another way to phrase it would be that it was yet another device used to teach young girls how to emotionally traumatize and socially sabotage their fellow... non-fellow. While simultaneously teaching them to attain their value from the person they latch on to romantically and by the lessening of the perceived value of their peers.
Why does this send me into such a negative emotional collage? Well, because I'm pregnant. Emotions are many, even if they are largely contained. But you know what else? I'm pregnant with a GIRL child, who will one day be the market for this software. Because I already have another daughter who is being targeted by the deeply sadistic and dangerously subtle downward tugging of the spirit. IT MAKES ME SICK and I am the time where I am at the peak of my control over such things and their affects on my daughters, my nieces. From here on out, I will be less and less able to monitor the propaganda and absolute schmutz that onslaughts them.
So, I pray for my girls. There are a lot of them in our family. I pray that God gives them positive self esteems, confidence enough to do the right thing, wisdom to avoid the terrible things the world wants from them, healthy models in their lives that help to steer them from the damaging junk that would otherwise sneak in.
For now, rant out.
Monday, March 3, 2014
So in spending one week doing French lessons, I find the learning is not so difficult actually, however, I have not picked up much in the way of useful sentences.
Nous avons le chat noir. (But not really)
J'suis une femme et je avons une fille et un garçon. (For now anyway)
Anyways, as Bob is find of saying, "I'm working on it."
2Timothy 2:22-26 NIV
Flee the evil desires of youth and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, along with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart. Don’t have anything to do with foolish and stupid arguments, because you know they produce quarrels. And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful. Opponents must be gently instructed, in the hope that God will grant them repentance leading them to a knowledge of the truth, and that they will come to their senses and escape from the trap of the devil, who has taken them captive to do his will.
Friday, February 28, 2014
I cannot defeat this anemia thing. I'm even playing by the rules and following medical advice for once. The highest I got my level was 10.1 and that's crappy.
Braxton Hicks contractions have multiplied this week. I won't miss these.
I'm 37.5 weeks pregnant. Midwives consistently worry about this show starting early but I'm not convinced based on dates, ultrasound dating, and the way things played out with Marley and Solo. They were each a day "late", so I want this one to be a day late too. Which has her so if the first day of spring. Man plans, God laughs.
Now for the most important news on the baby Thufir front.
We chose a name! It was painful, drawn out, and mind numbing but a (first) name has been selected. Once again Robyn is credited with the naming.
Robyn: I will name her and let you know in the morning.
" Sage Lillian
So we chose Sage. Combination of the wisdom of Solomon and of the hippie dippy of Marley.
I can rest easier now.
Monday, February 24, 2014
I'm just not a birthday person.
My morning went very poorly. I had to pray that God would intervene with my mood and gradually I recovered from the am events.
I bought myself a label maker at hobby lobby and labeled Marley's clothes bins.
Bob made me ramen for lunch.
We went to Dewey's for dinner and had a very good time. Marley told us her rendition of the life of Abraham Lincoln. "Born in a tiny cabin... Went on a canoe ride and he found people doing slavery... Graduated and became president so he could stop the bad rules... Went to a movie and some one shot him."
Got makings for Oreo milkshakes at Kroger. By the time they were finished Solomon was pretty much asleep on my lap.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
If I'm going to have my sleep disturbed, I prefer it be by the sound of my child coming full tilt around the corner into my room to stand next to the bed waiting for the go-ahead from me to climb up and over me into the middle while murmuring "I love you mama."
My blog. I'll run-on sentence if I want to.
Friday, February 21, 2014
It is beyond unbelievable to me that there remains only 26 days till our third child is due. It was about twenty minutes ago that I was busy botching my first attempt at college, struggling to recover from high school damage, and knew everything. I'll take the now over the then even on my worst days.
God's ways are unknowable.
There was a few first responders at the YMCA. They arrived with signals blaring. Marley says "I guess those firefighters really wanted to swim."
We still do not have a name for this child. Dylan has been under consideration for a record amount of time (about two weeks). I just don't know. I want there to be a more definite process in selecting a name or some way of knowing you are not signing the kid up for a lifetime of name related character-building (aka problems). Heidi? Greta? Mae?
What's in a name? I guess it depends on if you're asking Juliet or Ermengard.
...There is a product out on the market now called a wubbanub. A combination pacifier and lovey. I, being to cheap to shell out the $12-18 decided to make my own. I present... Snarfer Cat. At least I came up with a name for it...