Boringly Stable ….Who Me? *Grin*
Not much happened on Monday except I spent too much time chatting to my buddies in the yahoo general religion room I’m fond of going to. Most of the regulars are not christian believers or believers of anything for that matter. Most have had enough of the hypocritical nature of your average fundy troll who loves to come in screaming in a huge font telling people that “God loves you and wants you to believe in Him, but if you don’t accept Him right this minute you will suffer eternal damnation in a lake of fire.”
*rant*Okay, does anyone else see the contradiction here? (raise hand if your half-way intellegent) I’ve already ranted about the “believe or burn” philosophy of mainstream christianity. Search under “rapture” for my opinion and alternate belief of who is under obligation to believe or else.*end rant*
For the most part I enjoy my time there. I like presenting a common sense view of the gospel when someone is interested enough to ask questions. And I enjoy the teasing and playfulness of my chat friends, even if I can’t always join in. The only part that gets really boring is the never ending discussions of “who believes and who doesn’t.” If you believe there is always someone who says your crazy, and if you don’t someone will say your crazy. I like discussing various scripture stories and discussing what principles would have to be in place for the story to work and what ideas and principles don’t work. It takes the whole “is it true or not” discussion out of the argument. But those converstions are few and far between and never really get much depth. Of course most of the people who I do get into these conversations with do not have a very developed knowledge of religion. So while they think I’m “really deep,” I’m just talking of basic things. But there is always some twit who has to pipe up that I should know better then to believe it’s true.
When atheist after atheist tells me that I’m the most reasonable believer they have ever met, I take that for the compliment it is. Besides, in the LDS faith, you can’t damn anyone for disagreeing with you. It’s not the way it works.
Today was my first day of school, the teacher is a real neat lady and is very interested in the goals of each of her students. This is a lady who wants her people to succeed. I like her attitude. We quickly figured out that my major math hang-up is fractions and so I brought home a fractions workbook to study with. I find it kind of funny that I have aged enough that doing fractions is not a problem. I’ve done nine pages of homework already and I’m not having the frustration I had in school. In high school I could not figure them out. I would stay after school and get extra study help, nope, did no good. I would cry and get frustrated because it was like walking into a brick wall in understanding. And I couldn’t understand fractions at all. Converting fractions when they are improper or mixed was just a complete mystery to me. So imagine my chagrine and relief that I can seem to understand and see how they work. It’s taken twelve years but FINALLY!
I got home only to find out that none of my babysitting kids had arrived yet but that was ok, the two wonderful teenagers who have come to help babysit in the mornings were just fine. It sort of let them get to know my house better, before the brood arrives.
I did watch some kids in the afternoon, the three year old Hannah is our train wreck. She tumbles into everything, talks like she’s five and doesn’t believe anyone can tell her what to do. She’s great. However her and I do bang heads every so often. This time she wouldn’t give me the object she shouldn’t have had and then turned her back on me and put her fingers in her ears. Well, we don’t allow that kind of behavior so she got a swat and some timeout. I threaten the kids with a severe spanking if they get out of the chair I put them in. And since I do follow through with what I say I will do, NONE of the children have ever tested me on my threat. Which is fine since I know they will stay in that chair until I tell them to get up. Hannah however had to turn manipulative. *grin* She kept trying to figure a way to get out of being in trouble, not leaving the chair the whole time, finally ending with her obvious whopper of “I thought you loved me, so why am I in trouble.” I smiled and explained again why she was in trouble and then turned away. It’s no fun pouting without an audience. She promptly fell asleep and took a much needed nap.
My dance class was great. We learned some more intricate but simple steps for the NightClub two step. So if anyone wants to go dancing and knows how to lead, let me know.*grin* Next week we start Salsa. The more advance classes for the Two-Step move to Thursdays, and I’m not available for those so I will just keep to my Tuesday classes.
I got a call from my Mom and had a nice chat about my life. And I got all the normal, “your strong Wendi so will be able to get through this just fine,” stuff, but it was nice to hear that people seem to think I can weather this little trial in my life. My main goal is to keep my relationship with Karel as even and positive as possible. After all I still love the Turkey even if he isn’t really in love with me anymore. And I do not want the kids getting hurt which would happen if I went all psycho on them and tried to get revenge.
My friends in the chat room keep suggesting that I should get a boyfriend and make Karel jealous. And I just have to laugh and remind them, that with Karel’s new attitude toward this sort of thing, If I was interested in having sex with other men, I don’t need to get divorced. Karel would encourage me along. But I have this whole fidelity issue that just gets in the way. I’m just boringly stable that way. *grin*
