Thanks to Mindy for this one. I'm working on her cow today! :)
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Accent: Mostly not one except when I am really happy. Then it's REALLY Texan. Booze: Yes. Mostly vodka and cranberry or tonic. Chore I hate: Bookkeeping.
Dog or cat: Yes. Two and one Essential electronics: My cell phone, my computers. Favorite cologne(s): Elysium Gold or silver: Silver, usually. Hometown: Houston, Texas Insomnia: Nope! Job title: "I have the best job on campus." That's what I always tell people. Kids: Two little white dogs; one teenage boy; one grownup stepgirl Living arrangements: Cluttery but working on it. Beautiful old house that my DH just painted. It's brick on the front, with dark green siding and yellow and dark red trim. Live with teenage boy, DH, animals already mentioned. Most admirable trait: I'm forgiving. Number of sexual partners: AS . IF . ! I would write that here. Overnight hospital stays: One when I was 4 and got dehydrated. One last Easter weekend when I had a scary infection. That is all. Phobias: Having people scare me/jump out at me/grab me unexpectedly. Movies of same. Quote: "Further up and further in!" Religion: Christian. Episcopalian-Narnian. Siblings: Five! Four older, one younger. Time I wake up: Usually 5:30 - 6:00 am. Unusual talent or skill: Finding stuff on the Internet! Vegetable I refuse to eat: I REEEEEALLLY don't like beets. Pah. Worst habit: Trying to take responsibility for everyone (emotionally anyway). X-rays: Teeth & mammograms Yummy foods I make: Spaghetti sauce like Mom's. Beef stroganoff like Mom's. Zodiac sign:Aries, which is ALL WRONG for me. Anyone disagree with that? Let me know.
One of the essays I wrote for the Ordinary Time book (on which I procrastinated HORRIBLY!) was about testifying about my faith and how I did not grow up with that tradition and I have a hard time with it. (I have never asked anyone "are you saved?" and I probably never will!)
I think that part of my procrastination was fearing to be judged by readers & friends because of my lack in this area. Um, it's a devotional? we don't have to write about being perfect? Ah, well.
Anyway, yesterday the leader of my Daughters of the King chapter sent an e-mail to everyone and said that the person who had agreed to lead next month's study could not do it, and would someone please volunteer? We are going through a great book called Practicing our Faith and taking turns leading the discussion of each chapter. When I saw that the chapter in question was the one called Testimony, I thought, "Oh, golly, I could NEVER do that!"
Then I was thinking about it later that day. And ... do you ever hear God laugh at you? I do, and I did at that moment. :) God's laughter is never done in a mean way; always the most loving, gentle laughter possible. And I thought, Oh, okay. I get it. I need to volunteer to do it, right? No one else had volunteered yet (hmm!) so I did. There's a wonderful online study guide for the book with lots of resources, so I will have help and ideas.
Hope I don't have to procrastinate preparing it! I have an all-day retreat the next day and leave for a week-long conference in Montreal the day after that, so I really can't.
What category do you use for things like this? I guess "family" is the best one, because that's where we need to talk about it first.
Last night I attended the premiere of Broken Silence: The Film. It's a documentary (in progress) about childhood sexual abuse, being made by local survivors, film makers, advocates and friends, and assisted by a grant from Texas Filmmakers. One of my friends, formerly a student employee in my office and also a study abroad student, was featured. I am so proud of the brilliant, brave, and beautiful Tara Lynn Smith !!
for sharing her story and being such an amazing example of a powerful and empowering survivor.
Four stories will be featured in the finished film; three were seen last night. It was a tremendous experience.
Did you know that one in four girls are sexually abused, and one in seven boys? And that most childhood sexual abuse is perpetrated by family members or trusted family friends?
For so many years we have taught children about "Stranger Danger" or, when I was little, "Don't Talk to Strangers." What that does teach kids, implicitly, is that they CAN trust people who are not strangers, and if those people tell them, "you can't tell anyone," they believe that they must comply.
This includes grandparents, parents, and even (and especially?) siblings, whose approval they so much want.
Y'all, that theatre was packed. I think they turned people away! Kudos to the Movie Tavern of Denton, which I think donated the use of the facility.
I am so proud to live in this community. And I'm so proud of the people who told their stories. The more we hear them, the more they will be tellable. The more we know, the better we can teach, prepare, protect our kids. Please, please educate yourselves and your families about this terrible scourge in our society.
Thanks for your prayers for my family. Some times are tougher than others. :)
I'm seeing a new bodywork therapist and finding that this may well be the hardest work I've ever done. Splitting headache Friday and yesterday. We went to Bobby's baseball game yesterday (he's Brandon's little brother) and to a dinner at church last night. In between, I was in bed, sacked out. Restorative, or just hiding? Probably both. Missed the RGBP roundup yesterday, posted it today. Late again.
They call this Low Sunday in my church. Wisely, our congregation is having a cookout after service, and asked folks to sign up to bring homemade ice cream (Ken's specialty). So we are committed! Doubtless I'd otherwise be in bed all day today, too.
Off to the hot tub for a little soak before we leave.
Here he is on our wedding day. :) May 31, 1999. Isn't he a fox!?
If you look at this next to my photo on the blog, you have wedding day photos of the both of us. We were married at Scarborough Faire, the Renaissance Festival in Waxahatchie, Texas. Just him, me, and Brandon.