I am a 30 year old Christian, wife and stay-at-home mother. My husband, Russell, and I were married in 2004 and we welcomed our daughter, Chloe Jo, in 2009. My days are filled with laundry, crafting, cleaning, My Little Pony and family time. Life hasn't turned out exactly how I had pictured it, but I wouldn't change it for anything. Grab a coffee, sit down and enjoy my very blessed life.
"For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of Him." 1 Samuel 1:27
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Beam Me Up
That is what I wanted last night during class. I attend three bible classes on Monday evenings at a school. My Dad happens to teach the last class and loves to embarrass me whenever he can. So last night we are talking about how to prove that God exists to someone who is agnostic and somehow Dad got off on talking about Star Trek. I'm not really sure how this was brought up, but it was. He decided to tell the whole class/Internet about my obsession with Star Trek when I was younger. When I was in High School I loved Star Trek. I was all about being my own person and I wanted to march to the beat of a different drum. Now, I realize that all I was doing was finding out who I was and the blatant disregard for everything around me was unnecessary to do that. I wanted to be as different as I could be from my peers. I succeeded in doing that by becoming obsessed with things that weren't cool and by retreating into books and the Internet. I loved Sci-Fi and still do to some extent. But, if I flip by an episode of Star Trek now, I realize how awful the shows really are. The acting is bad. The special effects are bad. The plot lines are retarded. Gee, let's see, if you put a Romulan and Klingon together, what will their child look like? Great TV, Gene Roddenberry. Really. Just to show Bloggerland exactly how much into Star Trek I was: I had a uniform. Seriously. Of course, my sister did too. We did a marching band show based on Star Trek and we all wore uniforms. I know. I hang my head in shame. I wore the uniform for Halloween and drew Trill dots down my temple and neck....and then wore it to school. Yikes. My bedroom was decorated in a space theme, complete with space border, space curtains, glow-in-the-dark stars and Star Trek ships hanging from the ceiling. Luckily, I grew out of all that during my college years and I now see what an introverted and pathetic person I really was. I realize that just because you want to be different, it doesn't mean that you have to look different or like completely different things then the rest of the world. I have an average wardrobe and an average home. I don't have Star Trek ships hanging everywhere and I love it. Now if I could only get Russ to stop wearing those stupid Wheaties and Coco Puffs t-shirts....