All is well with the birth of Jesus Christ.

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Bridalplasty

Is a show on E!

There are two things that I want to talk about concerning this show.

I don't know which to start with.

I'll start with a brief explanation of the show:

Newly engaged women compete in various "wedding to-do's."

Before the show began the women made a "wish list" of plastic surgery procedures they want to have done before their wedding day.

They compete for these procedures.

If they win a competition they get to have one of their plastic surgeries from their wish list.

Sick.

It's hosted by this woman:

Apparently, this is what brides should strive to look like.

I know I wouldn't want anyone to be able to tell that I was smiling unless they looked at my mouth and saw the small curve that the botox allowed.

Oh, PS, she's divorced.

Great "Wedding Show Host" pick, E!

I digress.

Topic #1: "I am a well writer and a well speaker."

Embarrassingly, I watched one episode last night and the to-do was writing wedding vows.

The women, sorry, Brides had an hour to write the vows that they would use on their wedding day.

They were scored by how similar their vows were to the vows that their husbands wanted to hear (the show asked their fiances to write down five vows that they wanted to hear from their wife-to-be).

Just like a good reality TV show, they interviewed all of the brides and asked what their thoughts were on the competition.

Some were nervous.

Some were excited.

Some had no idea where to start (that would be me).

One woman said this, (The beginning of this quote is not a direct quote. Unfortunately, I don't remember her exact words...until the very end)

"I'm not nervous about this competition. I love writing and talking. (here comes the exact quote) I am a very well writer and a very well speaker."

I'm sorry?

"A very well writer and a very well speaker" ?

I don't even KNOW where to begin on that!

I'll state the obvious and move on.

Obviously a very well writer and a very well speaker.

While you're writing all of your Thank You notes why don't you send one to your high school English teacher as well?

She deserves one.

Topic #2: What has a wedding become?

OK.

This show is pretty disgusting.

I think we'd all agree to that.

Don't get me wrong, I have my list that I'd love to have done before I marry the man of my dreams, but I'm not actually going to do them.

OK, maybe I would if I had the money.

BUT STILL!

What caps off my disgust with this show is what the host says when a contestant is kicked off:

"I'm sorry, (enter bride name here). You are no longer in the running for your dream wedding. Your wedding will go on, it just won't be perfect."

"It just won't be perfect" ????

I'm sorry, I thought that a wedding was about marrying the person you're in love with.

As long as Rob is standing at the alter when I get there...(pause in an attempt to hold back the vomit caused by my disgust with the show).... my wedding will be perfect.

What is E! teaching girls a wedding is about??!

What IS a wedding about to those who don't have Christ?

I'm just so appalled that I don't even know what to say/type/think.

I don't need a boob job, a chin implant, and liposuction of my arms, thighs, and knees to have a perfect wedding.

Not that I've thought about it or anything.

I don't need all of those things to have a "perfect wedding."

I don't need all of those things to feel beautiful on my wedding day.

Rob makes my wedding day perfect.

Rob makes me feel beautiful EVERY DAY.

What are we teaching youth?

South Pacific

Is not where Rob and I are going on our honeymoon.

But the musical by Rodgers and Hammerstein has a scene that comes to mind whenever I think of Rob.

The character Nellie (see below), played by Mitzi Gaynor, sings a song titled "I'm in love with a wonderful guy."

"Cheasy," you say?

"Yes," I answer.

But... it's... just... so... true!

Here is a youtube video of the song.

I just can't help but sing this song!

Especially the ending when the bevy of women come up from the sea and help Nellie sing that she's "In love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderfuuuuuullllll guuuuuuuuyyyy!!"

He makes me want to turn cartwheels and do some goofy dance on a boat.

Who WOULDN'T be in love with this guy?

He makes me feel like this:



and I cannot WAIT to marry him!

It's Bush's fault, right?

I have a serious political crush on Michael Berry.

Sorry, Rob, I love you very much.

I read this on his page and thought that it was awesome:

Obama's "Inherited Deficit”??
I wanted you to see the graph. It's very enlightening.



The Washington Post babbled again today about Obama inheriting a huge deficit from Bush. Amazingly enough,..... a lot of people swallow this nonsense. So once more, a short civics lesson.

Budgets do NOT come from the White House. They come from Congress, and the party that controlled Congress since January 2007 is the Democratic Party. They controlled the budget process for FY 2008 and FY 2009, as well as FY 2010 and FY 2011. In that first year, they had to contend with George Bush, which caused them to compromise on spending, when Bush somewhat belatedly got tough on spending increases.

For FY 2009 though, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid bypassed George Bush entirely, passing continuing resolutions to keep government running until Barack Obama could take office. At that time, they passed a massive omnibus spending bill to complete the FY 2009 budgets.

And where was Barack Obama during this time? He was a member of that very Congress that passed all of these massive spending bills, and he signed the omnibus bill as President to complete FY 2009. Let's remember what the deficits looked like during that period: (below)

If the Democrats inherited any deficit, it was the FY 2007 deficit, the last of the Republican budgets. That deficit was the lowest in five years, and the fourth straight decline in deficit spending. After that, Democrats in Congress took control of spending, and that includes Barack Obama, who voted for the budgets. If Obama inherited anything, he inherited it from himself.

In a nutshell, what Obama is saying is - I inherited a deficit that I voted for and I voted to expand the deficit four-fold since January 20th.

Wisdom Teeth

Why are they called "Wisdom Teeth?"

Is it because they come in when you are older and wiser?

Is it because you are wise if you get them taken out?

Nevertheless, they are a beast to take out.

My poor fiance's were growing sideways into his nose.

He had them taken out today.

Here are links to video footage taken on the way home (they were too large to add directly onto my blog)

Video #1

Video #2

Video #3

Unfortunately, I didn't get the following exchanges on video:

Rob: How did I get in the car?

Me: We wheeled you downstairs and put you in the car.

Rob: They did the operation IN THE CAR?!

Me: No, sweetheart.

Rob: Where's my phone?! I need to call the President.

Rob: Did they give me prescriptions?

Me: Yes.

Rob: Do they think they will help me to catch fish?

Me: Yes.

Narcolepsy

Today I was diagnosed with narcolepsy.

No, it does not mean that I have to tie my ponytail to something so that I do not face-plant into my soup (ie Deuce Bigelow).

It means that if I sit down and do not have something to engage my brain, I will fall asleep.

It means that I do not remember anything that happens 20 minutes before I fall asleep because my brain (not my body) has already fallen asleep.

It means that sometimes I wake up and I cannot move or speak.

It means that my brain does not produce enough stimulant and my body thinks that it's asleep, even though I'm awake.

So, when I don't have anything to make my brain work, my body shuts down since it thinks it's already asleep.

It means that I now have a life-long excuse for when I fall asleep watching fishing shows with Rob.

It is easily treatable with a stimulant, Ritalin.

I'm not complaining too much seeing as a side effect of Ritalin is appetite suppression.

Darn.

I do feel a bit vindicated.

Rob and I have had many arguments about me falling asleep at inappropriate times.

I always told him that I didn't know that I was falling asleep and that I didn't mean to.

Turns out, I was right.

Ha :)

It could be tied into my sudden weight gain.

It could be tied into my struggle with depression and mood swings.

We'll see.

I am happy to have this answered.

I've been tired my entire life.

Now I know why.

Life on a Schedule

As I sit here, enjoying my last week of summer, I realize that I work better on a schedule.

I realize that I'm actually looking forward to school starting so that I can be on a schedule again.

Of course, I will curse myself for thinking that when school actually starts.

I always look forward to summer because "I can relax and have nothing to do."

This summer I vowed to get almost everything with my, sorry, sweety...our wedding done and improve our Chemistry labs and demos.

When I don't have a time that I have to be awake by... I don't wake up.

When I don't have a deadline that I have to have whatever it is completed by... I don't get it done.

When I have all day to work out... I don't work out.

I've decided that I work better on a schedule.

I've decided that I operate more efficiently when I have a timeline in front of me.

I got to thinking about it...

I think that the schedule, like all other things in life, was God's creation, not man's.

He created us in His image

We are orderly, like He is orderly

We operate on a schedule, like He operates on a schedule

I am not suggesting that He is bound by time

because we know that He is above time

2 Peter 3:8-9 tells us that He is above time, but still acts in time.

He plans out our life

He plans when we will meet our spouse

He plans when we will go through trials so that we can learn to depend on Him

He plans, not only for me and you, but for the entire world

all 6.5 billion of us (that was the population when I was in college, forgive me if it is off)

He has a God-schedule for every one of the 6.5 billion people on this earth

Not only does He have a timeline for us...

He created time...

So that He can better show us who He is...

So that we will learn to wait on Him

So

needless to say

I need a schedule to work more efficiently.

Thank you, Lord, for creating me in a way that is orderly and dependent on You.

Speaking of schedules...

90 days until America speaks out and changes their congressmen

900 days until Obama is out of office

900 days until America is saved

Yay for schedules!

My mom is a rock star.

That's right.

My mom is a rock star.

My mom is beautiful.

My mom is hard working.

My mom has raised four wonderful, if I say so myself, children.

I am the most wonderful, of course.

But back to my mom.

She is always hot.

Calm down boys.

I mean she enjoys to have the AC on.

This woman had the AC during our ten snow storms this winter because it wasn't cold enough outside.

I enjoy Bikram Yoga.

For those of you who don't know, Bikram Yoga is a 90 minute lesson done in a room that, at some points, reaches 100 degrees.

My first class of Bikram yoga was painful.

It was hot.

I couldn't do all of the postures.

My rock star, incredibly in shape, in the prime of her athletic ability, youngest sister passed out during her first Bikram Yoga class.

If you didn't pick up on it, Bikram yoga is intense.

Bikram yoga is amazing.

I have been inviting my mom for a year and a half to join me in my yoga practice.

Remember, this woman is ALWAYS hot.

No matter how cold it is outside.

This woman hates Al Gore but would unintentionally prove his point every single day.

Three days ago

my mother came to Bikram yoga with me.

That's right.

She came to Bikram yoga with me.

Not only did she come to Bikram yoga with me.

She stayed in the room for the full 90 minutes.

Not only did she stay in the room for the full 90 minutes

she did every... single... posture.

Not only did she do all 26 postures,

she did every single sit up.

Not only did she do every sit up

SHE CAME BACK THE NEXT DAY.

The very next day.

Not only did she come back the next day.

She came back AFTER working out for the day!

My mom is a rock star.

Vida. Leben. Life.

The largest abortion clinic in the nation is opening in Houston.

On Martin Luther King day I, and thousands others, marched silently for civil rights.

People claim that it's a woman's right to decide if she wants to have a child.

It is her right to decide.

To decide to create one.

Once created, the child has life.

Abortion is defined as "the termination of a pregnancy after, accompanied by, resulting in, or closely followed by the death of the embryo or fetus; spontaneous expulsion of a human fetus; induced expulsion of a human fetus."

Notice that the word "death" is used.

Doesn't there have to be life before there can be death?

Notice that the word "human" is used to describe the fetus.

Not "partial human."

Not "pre-human."

Not "pre-life."

Human.

Last February an Oklahoma man was pulled over because the officer thought the man's bumper sticker was a potential threat to President Obama.

The bumper sticker read, "Abort Obama, Not the Unborn."

If suggestion of an abortion of Obama is a threat against him, why isn't it a threat against the unborn when women actually DO IT?

*Keep in mind that our President thinks that partial-birth abortion is a woman's right.

You know, when the woman carries the baby to term and goes into labor and as the baby's head comes out the doctor drills a hole in the skull and sucks the brains out.

Literally.

But...there is a but... he has to remove the brains before the shoulders are visible, otherwise the doctor can be charged with murder.

Keep in mind that our President referred to children as a punishment.

So, in summary, it's not OK to suggest aborting Obama, a man who agrees with abortion, but it is OK to abort children.

Hm.

Ever wonder who founded Planned Parenthood?

Margaret Sanger.

Ever read anything about Margaret Sanger?

She referred to black Americans as "human weeds."

She believed in eugenics.

She supported sterilization of immigrants.

She wanted birth control to create a "race of thoroughbreds"

Need I go on?

Oh... and... last year Hillary Clinton was given the "Margaret Sanger Award."

Congrats.

Anyways... on to the largest abortion clinic in the nation...second largest in the world...

78,000 square feet.

Located in an area of Houston that is most heavily populated by blacks and Hispanics.

Margaret Sanger would be happy.

They will be performing late term abortions.

Pics of the protest:

True.

True.

Beautiful.

They left the operating room lights on just for us.

How thoughtful.

My parents.

An honest sign.

In front of a police car.

The men who serve and protect citizens.

One day an American flag will fly from one of these poles.

A flag that represents freedom, right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

My mom brought an umbrella because she has very fair skin and

was worried of getting a sunburn.

I think she brought it in case she saw an employee of Planned Parenthood.

I am 100% Texan even though I grew up in a big city.

One of the first things I learned was, "Never walk behind a horse."

These girls are obviously not from Texas.

Or their parents hate them.

Either/or.

Life.

Jesus the Hobbit (I was supposed to publish this in December. oops)

I think Jesus is a Hobbit.

Hobbits give presents on their birthdays.
Hobbits feed their friends and pay for their own parties.

Overtime, Hobbits' birthdays have become about the party instead of about the Hobbit, thus leaving the celebrated hobbit, sadly, forgotten.
If the party isn't good enough, if the fireworks aren't Gandalf-like enough, if the food isn't plentiful enough, then it is a dissappointing party.

We buy each other presents on Jesus' birthday with money that is His, that He has given us.

We feast on Jesus' birthday.

We forget Jesus on His birthday.

Jesus is a hobbit.