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.

Obama's Latest Speech

And I quote:

“Uhhh, Look.  When I took office I inherited an ailing economy—the unemployment rate was 7.6 percent. Yet we are now facing a 10.2 percent unemployment rate because of President Bush’s continued failed policies over the past 11 months.  America, we are not out of the woods yet. 

 

Let me be clear. I also inherited a healthcare system that was the envy of the world.  Yet we need healthcare reform by the end of the year or I fear our economy will collapse to the brink of disaster.  If we do not overhaul health insurance, I fear their will be no more health to insure. I instructed Congress early this year to get a bill written and on my desk.  That has not materialized, in large part to the residue of the partisan politics of the Bush years.  I now call on Congress to put aside their disdain for our previous president and get this done by Christmas.

 

Make no mistake.  My predecessor left me mired in two wars with the most powerful military on earth, yet I am unsure what to make of it. We have the best generals in the world, but I refuse their suggestions and advice.  I know a better way to achieve the peace. I’m still working hand in hand with our advisors on the ground to bring an end to this sad chapter of the Bush presidency.  America, be patient and we shall succeed.  I will lead you out of the wilderness of 2009, President Bush’s last year in office, to 2010 and the land of tomorrow.  There is yet much to be accomplished.”

 

Happenings at my school.

I work at (edited) High School.
Home of the Mighty (edited).

Last week one of my students was arrested for stealing over $10,000 worth of items from teachers and students.
That is a felony charge.

Last weekend a student from my school was shot in the neck and killed by his father.
His father came home drunk and was looking for a video game.
His son got up to get it for him, his father thought that he was going to hide it.
He shot him in the neck.
His mother cannot afford a funeral.
The student body is raising money for his funeral.

Two weeks ago 3 girls were found making out, naked on the bathroom floor.
During school.

This week, a student crutched into my room with a very broken foot.
I asked why he didn't have a cast on.
He said his family couldn't afford it and that as long as he didn't put pressure on it he would be OK.
He was a soccer player.

I have a student who falls asleep everyday in class.
I was annoyed.
I held him after class and asked him why.
He said that he worked the night shift because his dad was in jail and his mom needed help with bills.
How can I get mad at that?

I have a student who has two T-Shirts.
He wears one one week and the other the next.
He alternates weeks.

This morning during our "Halloween" Warm-Up I asked if Dracula was real.
A student said, "I thought Dracula was a dinosaur. Like a BIG one."

OK, so the last one is more funny than anything.

But seriously.

WHAT IN THE WORLD.

How am I supposed to affect these students?
How can I show God's love and plan?
I've never been beaten by my dad, I've never been shot by my dad, my family can afford to buy index cards for flashcards, my family can afford to fix a broken bone, my dad actually told me NOT to get a job during college so that I could focus on school.

How am I supposed to affect these kids when I have no idea what they are going through.
They have experienced more life than I ever want to.

How can I show them that there IS a God?
How can I show them that there is a God who LOVES them?

I feel so naive.
I feel so spoiled.
I feel so innocent.

Of COURSE I believe in God.
My life is perfect.
My family is perfect.
I don't have money issues.
I can afford healthy foods.
I can afford new clothes.

How can I show kids who have a COMPLETELY different life than I do that there is a God without them rolling their eyes at me and saying, "easy for you to say" ?

I desperately want to give them everything that I have.
Not because "I don't deserve it."
Because I WANT to.
Because I CAN.
Because I can afford another one.
Not just things.
I want to give love, assurance, safety, comfort, a hug.
NO, I do not think that it should be government mandated.
NO, I do not think that it is the government's job to take care of them.
It is a heart issue.