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Sep
27
My life: oh the humanity!
Amy

Humiliating Episode #523:

I have a certain pair of sandals with a goofy wooden heel and absolutely no arch support.  To say they are tricky to walk in would be the understatement of the year; but they are so terribly cute and so I must.  Or so I thought until yesterday; yesterday I was wearing said shoes.  The clinic my mom works for is a sponsor of the Women’s Fitness Celebration and it was mum’s turn to man the booth.  Being the good daughter that I am, I offered to swing by and pick her up so she wouldn’t have to pay the approximate price of a small island to park. 

Being the lovely fall day that is was, I decided to detour through 8th Street Marketplace – meander about, do a bit of window shopping.  I had just checked to see how big my butt looked in the Urban Outfitters window when I realized something was terribly amiss.  That’s where things get a bit fuzzy.  All I know for sure is my ankle buckled … I struggled, I flailed, I said “the S-word.”  The next thing I knew I was on all fours, my purse flung to the ground in front of me.  Oh the humanity!  Considering the fact that a major event was going on directly across the street I was not lacking in spectators.  Like it wasn’t bad enough to be in such a position in the middle of a shopping district – but to be surrounded by people gaping in horror?  You have GOT to be kidding me!  Yes, I said.  Out loud.  Sigh. 

Needless to say, from that point forward it was typical HRT (Humiliation Response Tactics):  I grabbed my purse, stood up, and limped off as if nothing had happened.  All the while praying that I would never again have to face one of the 100 or so witnesses of my most recent low point. 

Perhaps the worst part of all is the fact that the thought crossed my mind – several times actually – that I really should change my shoes before heading downtown.  But I brushed the thought away.  After all, they matched my outfit perfectly; they were cuter than ever; AND they were already on my feet.  Not to mention, I would ony be out for a short period of time.  If only I had paid heed.

So the moral of the story:  If God tells you to change your shoes before going out in public, change your shoes …

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Sep
01
My life: auction bock
Amy

When you live in a land where it is likely – nay, expected – that you will marry in your early to mid-twenties, by the time you reach your thirties, attending a wedding that has yet to be your own is a daunting proposition.  Trust me.  I know. 

Take this last wedding for instance.  Normally I draw the line at the bouquet toss – not that towering over a swarm of eager 12-year-olds vying to be the next bride isn’t a lot of fun.  But this wedding was different.  This wedding boasted several single women in their twenties and thirties in attendance.  GASP!  Crazy talk!  I know.  Apparently, the comradery of it all made me giddy and against my better judgement, I agreed to partake in the flower throwing festivities. 

And that’s when it all went downhill …

For starters, we were paraded out in front of everyone much too soon.  While the bride and groom posed for their photo-op, us single girls stood there melting in the sun.  If that weren’t bad enough, my feet were beginning to whine.  Seriously.  I actually heard them sob at one point.  You must understand – I live in Idaho.  In a state known for potatoes and Napolean Dynamite, comfort cometh before fashion more often than not.  It’s the only thing that keeps us from killing the person telling yet another stupid potato joke!  So, needless to say, after an entire summer in flip-flops my feet felt terribly abused being stuffed into stilettos – lovely though they may have been. 

All the same, for the sake of everyone around me, I tried to be brave.  I smiled sweetly as I watched the photos being snapped.  I struck up idle-chit-chat with the girls around me.  Finally, I resorted to fidgeting.  It was then I noticed a rather large grouping of people to my left.  All staring at me.  Nonsense, I said to myself.  Don’t be silly.  Why-ever would they be staring at you?  Yeah, I couldn’t imagine either. 

Not that I had a lot of time to contemplate,  however, as the bouquet-tradition was finally on its way.  Like lambs being led to slaughter, we began our pilgrimage to the bottom of the church steps …

Go, Amy!  Go Amy!  Catch that bouquet!

The girl next to me looked as mortified as I felt.  Is that woman cheering for you to catch the bouquet?  She asked.  So it would appear.  And most frightening of all, I had never seen the woman before in my life. 

My mom, bless her soul, managed to sidle up next to me and whisper, You may want to consider leaving immediately after the toss.

She didn’t have to tell me twice.  Long story short – or at least shorter – the woman was desperately seeking her son’s “next girlfriend” when she spotted me.  Oh cruel fate!  At one point she even tapped my mom on the shoulder, instructed her to turn around, and then yelled back to her son, this is what she’ll look like when she’s older.  Seems she was in it for the long-haul.  I have one word:  yikes!

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May
28
In other words: Memorial day
Amy

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Courage is contagious.  When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened. - Billy Graham

It began as “Decoration day,” May 30, 1868 – a day to honor those who gave their lives in the Civil War.  Since becoming a Federal holiday in 1971, Memorial Day now represents a day to remember all those who have gone before.  Amid the fun of a three-day weekend – picnics and BBQs, family and friends – let us not forget the men and women who have paid the highest price.  From the American Revolution to the Gulf War, over 1,500,000 men and women have given their lives – not including the countless men and women who have died, and continue to die, in the battle that rages today.  We may never know their names, but someone does.  Someone has lost a father or mother, a son or daughter, a sister or brother, a neighbor, a friend.    A life once lived is now gone forever; and all for taking a stand.  As we remember their courage and ultimate sacrifice, let us vow to do more than acknowledge a moment of silence, or drape a flag upon a headstone.  Let us be determined to allow their courage to strengthen our own.  May we never tire of doing good; may we never tire of standing for what is right.  And in so taking that stand, our memorial will be more than just a date on the calendar.  It will be our very lives.

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Apr
01
In other words: happy easter
Amy
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“‘Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here, He has risen!’” –Luke 24:5-6
 
Imagine for a moment, you are among those bringing spices and perfumes to the tomb of Jesus.  It seems only yesterday you were traveling from Galilee with your Lord.  Now he is dead.  In the past days you have witnessed the one you loved — the on you laughed with, mourned with, learned from — betrayed.  You saw the one who fed the hungry and clothed the naked, stripped of all dignity, and given bitter liquid to drink.  You saw he who blessed and healed, insulted and tortured.  And then you saw him die.  Tears streamed with the pouring rain, and your heart felt as though it had shattered in a million pieces.  It can’t end this way.  But as they took his limp body from the cross, you realized it was over.  It is finished.  Just as he said.  You spent hours weeping, until there simply were no more tears.  Now you walk the long earthen path toward a borrowed tomb.  You try to talk with the others, but words are few.  So you walk in silence.  But then you hear those precious words.  It didn’t end as it appeared.  When Jesus declared it finished, he didn’t mean his life, but your chains.  Never has there been such joy!  Our Lord and Savior overcame death to seal OUR victory — a truth no less profound now as then.  Therefore today, of all days, let us not allow the sorrows of this world to drag us down.  After all, we have far more than a few Easter eggs and chocolate bunnies to bring us joy, we have an empty tomb!   Jesus — our Savior, Redeemer, Messiah, Advocate, Cornerstone, Healer, our Friend — he is not dead.  He has risen.  And he did it all for the love of you …
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