Monthly Archives: October 2011
Last night at church we had our second panel type set up for the year or the as we spread across the twittersphere #bhsaforum, the night’s questions we’re all based on the idea of ‘taboo’, things the church doesn’t talk about and was designed to give people the opportunity to ask questions they have always been afraid to ask at church. From where I sat in the sound room, playing my hand at social media junkie, and following in my brothers (yes plural, and yes both my younger brothers are much better at it than me) foot steps of multimedia genius, the night was a success, in that questions were asked and wise honest opinions were shared and I left feeling like I had a lot to think about and a few more answers, not all the answers, but a least a few more.
But I guess the night got me thinking of why people are afraid to ask questions like this, I guess the world has this idea that the church is supposed to have black and white answers on these often very grey issues, that we as a body of Christ should be able to offer decisions and guidance in these messy parts of life and I think that perhaps it isn’t that easy. For sure there are things that the church does have a black and white opinion on, but there is lots of situations where it all gets a bit confusing and the answers aren’t as clear or as direct, but, I think
To be honest, I don’t think we are supposed to have all the answers, because if were able to do everything without seeking and searching… why would we need God? And yes the bible is there as a guide, but I think that God chooses to leave somethings a little harder to decipher because he wants us to seek him, and ask what he would have us do. I think its ok to doubt and question, because out of the seeking of answers we grow. If we never challenge anything, we never need to grow.
I guess I also think that often there are clear answers, but they are often confronting and hard to teach and perhaps instead of embracing these we shy away from the complete separation that holiness calls us to. We get torn between the challenging life of purity and holiness that God calls us to live and the message of love, grace and mercy, which is also true, because sometimes it can be hard to work out how the two fit together. I think we also forget the church is made up of sinners, so that while we may know the answers, lots of us struggle to live it out day to day and so, we are afraid to give the hard answer because when we do because we have fallen short so many times before, we get labelled hypocritical.
The thing is though, when it all comes down to it, God’s standards are high and hard, and we all have fallen short, but because He is love, life, hope, forgiveness, mercy and grace and because Jesus has already paid the price, if we are seeking Him first and above all other things, it’s ok. Oh and I think when we offer God’s answers and speak the truth, rather than ‘the churches’ answers and actually say that they are His, then, while we still remain accountable for our own actions, if/when we fall short, God is bigger than that, and there is no one better to use us in our weakness than Him.
I’m glad that wasn’t me…
There are some moments in life that make you go… ‘oh man… I’m glad that wasn’t me’… and this is one of them… This is the scene Dave and I found in our street when we got back from the shops this morning…
It’s kind of hard to see but there is 4 fire trucks, 2 police cars, 1 unmarked police car and a MFB relief van… Full on. It turns out that while we were out this morning a house across the road from us burnt down. Luckily, no one was hurt, but they lost a lot of their things and probably more significantly a good portion of their home, pretty devastating…
The Circle of Life
So firstly I just need to apologise for not blogging for a few days, I haven’t been very well, but I am back, so never fear.
Anyway, I guess today’s blog is a bit of a sad one, yesterday I attended the funeral of a friend of mine’s mum, it was a really sad day, as we said goodbye to a mum, a sister, a wife, and a friend that was most definitely gone too soon. And while I don’t really want to dwell on the funeral all that much, I guess that’s where the blog has started, because it was because of the events of yesterday that I find myself sitting here writing.
Yesterday I was just reminded that we really do belong to a circle of life, and there is no denying it, and I was reminded this for two reasons. The first thing that reminded me of this was the fact that the last time I had seen this particular friend and two of my other really good mates from school was at my wedding, celebrating a different kind of life milestone, one that is much happier, yet here we all were together again less than 6 months later, celebrating a life that was now gone. It was just confronting I supposed to have these two significant events, so close together and with just the business of everyday life in between. The second thing that reminded me was another of my friends told me about a baby that had just been born, in fact, the baby was born at the same time as my other friend’s mum had died. It just seemed so difficult to comprehend that one had gone and another arrived at the same time, but in a weird way it also made sense, as I guess as that’s what makes it the circle, its not’s complete until it restarts, I guess it just seems unfair that one must go so soon sometimes.
Today also made me realise how important time is, and that it really shouldn’t be taken for granted. Sometimes I think I waste a lot of time, or think I will put things off, send that card later, make that call next week, but I guess it’s a risky game to play because we don’t always get next week, or tomorrow, and things need to be done straight away or they won’t be done at all. I think that it was a good reminder to hold and cherish those I love, and to not to take the time, the laughs, the love for granted, but to savour it, always savour it.
It’s time for me to get my butt back into gear, to get my exercise on… seriously, its time…
Now for those of you that know me, will know that I am not very co-ordinated and that I have a weakness for food, and these things have often gotten in the way of me keeping fit, but a little while ago, somehow I managed to break this cycle… granted I had the massive incentive of my wedding, but it worked and I lost a lot of weight and got a lot fitter and healthier, and I think, although it sounds corny… I was happier. I was proud of my achievements, and while I still wasn’t supermodel material I had come a long way… but the wedding is over… and now the incentive is gone… well not all of it, but definitely most, and unfortunately over the last little while I have put on a few kilos… I think sometimes when it gets out of hand it is called the marital spread… So it’s time for me to go back to that exercise enjoying person that I somehow became before the wedding.
The thing is though, I don’t actually mind exercise… I am just not very good at being consistent with it. Over the last year I have tried a whole heap of different things… Zumba, Tae Bo, Step, Aquarobics, Netball (#GoMixedNuts), Running, Walking, Walking really long distances, and all work for a little while. In fact, I tried to find a blogs where I had spoken about me succeeding in exercise and while there are a few about me and exercise, I don’t think I would call any of them a success. I am sad to say that most of them are about good intentions that I never followed through with…
There is one about me stacking it at basketball
There are a few about SYG (no.1, no.2)
There is one about me joining a gym… that I never really attended
There is even one about me starting to train for my 2nd half marathon with Jana… which in the end Jana finished… but I failed to even sign up for.
But it’s time to try again, because I need to do something… I don’t want to go back to where I was before, fat, unfit, miserable and super duper self conscious… I want to have energy and fit into clothes the first time I try them on… I want to be happy with my body again, and I want to prove to myself that it wasn’t just a phase… that I can sustain it, before it all becomes just a distant memory.
So I not really sure what I want to do, or where to even start… but I have a set of Zumba and Tae Bo DVDs and a half used prepaid Zumba class card… so I think I will start with that… I think the hardest this is actually just doing it… So here is my promise… tonight… after timbrels I am going to go back to Zumba… this is very frightening because I have heard from a reliable source (the guy that takes my money each week, who also happens to be a friend of my sister in law) that my old Tuesday night Zumba lady is gone and the new one is hardcore… but I think I just need to bite the bullet… so tonight, I will try to remember to take some photographic proof that I can post… accountability… the great motivator…
Ok… here we go… it’s time
Alright so here is something that has me a little confusseled. All winter this year I have had a runny nose so I have become quite well acquainted with a large range of tissues. But there is something that has been bugging me for a really long time and it is something that I have never fully understood…
Kleenex are constantly telling us how soft their tissues are… and if we require extra nourishing comfort from our tissues then you can’t get much better than the aloe vera tissues. In fact Kleenex say this about their aloe vera tissue on their website:
Kleenex Aloe Vera tissues are soft 3 ply tissues enriched with soothing Aloe Vera – pure heaven for your sore red nose. They are available in a range of pack sizes from a compact 60 sheet cube box to fit in those small spots, to a large 170 sheet box for those times when you need more. Kleenex Aloe Vera tissues also come in pocket packs so you can always get the soothing relief you need when you’re sick.
This I don’t have a problem with. I am a big fan of the boxes of aloe vera but what ‘gets up my nose’ so to speak is the little packets… and that is where today’s curious question comes from… are you ready for it?
Why on earth do the tissues in the little packets have that stupid decorative border?
That stupid decorative border is rough and it hurts. It really wouldn’t matter how soft the actual tissue was because they have the ridiculous border which is just so scratchy… and this is what has got me confused. Why do these tissues even have a border? Why is it necessary? The ones in the box don’t have it, and it’s not like I buy the tissues because they are pretty. If I wanted something pretty to blow my nose on I would buy some cute hankies but that’s just wrong for so many other reasons. And probably the most important question of all why do I keep getting sucked in? I continue to buy them because of the aloe vera… but every time I am annoyed and disappointed.
Can someone please explain what Kleenex were and are still thinking?
The nasally irritated and very Curious George
10 Reasons Why…
So since I became a little obsessed with my blog, I have been doing a bit of blog talent scouting… so to speak, you know, checking out other random sites to work out what I like and don’t like, what might be fun to try, and what I will give a miss, what things keep me reading and what turns me off… and one of the things I realised is that I am a sucker for a ‘Top 10’. They don’t even have to be a ‘Top 10’ of something good… just a top ten… or five… or even a random number like 6. Anyway, as a result I thought I would try my own ‘Top 10’ just to see how it feels… because who knows maybe I will do it again and it will become a regular part of my blog.
So without further ado here is my Top 10…
10 reasons why I am glad I am a dietitian and not a nurse or other allied health professional…
- My identifying stickers in patient histories are pink… and lets face it who doesn’t love a pink sticker.
- I get to play with plastic food whenever I feel like it…
- I don’t have to touch really sick people all the time, only every now and again…
- I get to do 9-5ish… There isn’t any shift work, and most of the times my weekends and public holidays stay intact.
- I can’t accidentally kill anyone.
- I love food a lot… And it’s important to know what’s new in ‘my industry’… Aka.. My supermarket, therefore I have the perfect reason to try all the new things in that I think might be tasty… or a little weird.
- People generally don’t ‘have a fall’ on my watch… and if by some crazy chance they do I don’t have to pick them up.
- People generally like food more than exercise, or needles or being sick, or being washed by someone else.
- I don’t have to watch people shower, or on the toilet or in fact in any compromising situation.
- I get to talk about poo, not clean it up or wear it home.
So there you go… my top 10 reasons I am glad I am a dietitian and not something else that works at a hospital!
PS…. this post was just posted from my new study… thanks to Davo who really is the Best Husband Ever. (for proof check out yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday)