So, maybe I don't express it enough, but I'm a Christian. My faith is very important to me, so important that I don't think I would even marry a man if he didn't have the same beliefs as me. Scratch that, I know I wouldn't. We've been talking in church and my Bible study group (yes, I go to one of those) about being luke-warm in our faith. And that is so not fair to God! He has given me so much in my life for me to be thankful for....and what do I do, I take it for granted.
Maybe I'm trying to hard to fit in sometimes, maybe I just push it to the side because life so easily gets in the way. But I wanted to take just a few moments to share this with you all. Because, God's pretty friggin awesome. If you ever want to know more about my story, and the things that I have experienced, and why I can confidently say that there is not one single person out there that could ever shake my faith, then please feel free to hit me up.
AND if you EVER want to go to Bible study with me or church on Sundays (Epic, meets in Canton at 11AM, hello getting to sleep in still), then call me and I'll take you with!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Kritten's log...
Vocal rest...day two. Hysteria is beginning to set in. The cold symptoms have started to fall by the wayside and all that remains is the lack of voice. Without the company to keep my relative sanity in check today, I now find myself wanting to talk to Sake (my roommates dog).
Ok, but on a serious note, I've already begun to reorganize my closet for the winter clothes, upload pictures to facebook, and clean my bathroom. But I hate this. I think this is the longest I've ever been quiet in my whole life. And now I'm not sure how I will make up the hours at work, considering I might not have enough to do so. I guess I will figure that out on my many 8PM nights coming up. You never realize how much you rely on your voice for communication until you no longer have it. Even just hanging out with myself, there are moments I find myself wanting to talk aloud.
Next time I can recognize that I am going to lose my voice...I will NOT cheer aloud during a Raven's game. I have learned my lesson, I swear! Now can I have my voice back pleeeeease?
Ok, but on a serious note, I've already begun to reorganize my closet for the winter clothes, upload pictures to facebook, and clean my bathroom. But I hate this. I think this is the longest I've ever been quiet in my whole life. And now I'm not sure how I will make up the hours at work, considering I might not have enough to do so. I guess I will figure that out on my many 8PM nights coming up. You never realize how much you rely on your voice for communication until you no longer have it. Even just hanging out with myself, there are moments I find myself wanting to talk aloud.
Next time I can recognize that I am going to lose my voice...I will NOT cheer aloud during a Raven's game. I have learned my lesson, I swear! Now can I have my voice back pleeeeease?
Thursday, November 4, 2010
This life is more then just a read through...
So, without going into too much detail, I recently had the lovely experience of being treated as a scapegoat. Its an unfortunate situation, but one I'm trying not to worry about. Eventually, the truth will surface, but irregardless, I will have moved on. But it did get me thinking about friendships, because honestly, I don't think I would have handled this whole situation near as well without some great people in my life.
Now if I handled the situation like I typically would have, I would have ruminated over the issue all night eventually making myself sick to my stomach and questioning myself. Instead, I grabbed a bottle of wine and two good friends who refused to let me frown for more than two minutes at a time. By the end of the night I was smiling and happy. It is still hard not to take the situation personally, but by not ruminating on the issue, I was able to at least gain some perspective and not convince myself that the issue was me. I'm not sure if my friends realize just how much I appreciate what they did for me, because it was an immense help and a huge step for me.
Now comes the test for my fringe friends. I don't mean to use that word in a negative context, but more so in reference to the friends that you see on occasion. Not your core group, but your drinking buddies that you still hang out with, still consider a friend, might even be able to get them to pick you up off the side of the road in the middle of a night, but maybe not the ones you call everyday. I'm in a position where I will need to rely on them and their generosity. It should be interesting to see who comes through for me or puts out a genuine effort to help me out! The good new is, a small effort goes a long way with me :)
Now if I handled the situation like I typically would have, I would have ruminated over the issue all night eventually making myself sick to my stomach and questioning myself. Instead, I grabbed a bottle of wine and two good friends who refused to let me frown for more than two minutes at a time. By the end of the night I was smiling and happy. It is still hard not to take the situation personally, but by not ruminating on the issue, I was able to at least gain some perspective and not convince myself that the issue was me. I'm not sure if my friends realize just how much I appreciate what they did for me, because it was an immense help and a huge step for me.
Now comes the test for my fringe friends. I don't mean to use that word in a negative context, but more so in reference to the friends that you see on occasion. Not your core group, but your drinking buddies that you still hang out with, still consider a friend, might even be able to get them to pick you up off the side of the road in the middle of a night, but maybe not the ones you call everyday. I'm in a position where I will need to rely on them and their generosity. It should be interesting to see who comes through for me or puts out a genuine effort to help me out! The good new is, a small effort goes a long way with me :)
Monday, November 1, 2010
Jury Duty
So, last week I actually had the displeasure of jury duty. Not only did I have to sit around all day waiting to be called, but I actually got picked for a jury! My case was supposed to be a 'short case', which ended up being two days. My favorite was when we were asked to show up to the courthouse the next day at 9AM and the judge wasn't even there on time. The incident in question occurred on St. Patrick's Day and was a heroin deal. The guy being charged was facing felony charges for possession, possession with the intent to distribute, and distribution.
So, it was clear as day that the guy was guilty. However, I was dealing with some ridiculous idiots on the jury, that even admitted they believed he was guilty, but because it wasn't beyond a reasonable doubt, they wanted to let him off. I tried and tried to explain legal terms to them and what the judge told us we could use to make our decision based off of, but they stared at me blankly.
Being that it was a deadline at work for me, I wasn't going to sit there all day and force a hung jury over this. I have no doubt in my mind that he will end up back in court for a similar charge within a year. And since he is clearly out on bail with a non-public defender, he's obviously stimulating the economy with his drug money, so whatever. I ended up conceding my vote and letting a heroin dealer back on the streets. Awesome. And what pissed me off the most was the reverse racism that I felt. The other jurors asked me where I grew up and then laughed when they thought that I, a little white girl from Howard County, couldn't possibly fathom what a drug deal might look like. Forget the fact that I worked at Baltimore Behavioral Health for a little and tried to rehabilitate people just like the guy in question.
I honestly and so disappointed in my legal system. I hope that I never have to deal with such ignorance again. I'm just happy the experience is all over. Unfortunately, I was unable to make my goal because of the missed time at work. So, at the end of the day, I know next time they try to pick me for a jury they will get a few choice words and will most likely never choose me again.
So, it was clear as day that the guy was guilty. However, I was dealing with some ridiculous idiots on the jury, that even admitted they believed he was guilty, but because it wasn't beyond a reasonable doubt, they wanted to let him off. I tried and tried to explain legal terms to them and what the judge told us we could use to make our decision based off of, but they stared at me blankly.
Being that it was a deadline at work for me, I wasn't going to sit there all day and force a hung jury over this. I have no doubt in my mind that he will end up back in court for a similar charge within a year. And since he is clearly out on bail with a non-public defender, he's obviously stimulating the economy with his drug money, so whatever. I ended up conceding my vote and letting a heroin dealer back on the streets. Awesome. And what pissed me off the most was the reverse racism that I felt. The other jurors asked me where I grew up and then laughed when they thought that I, a little white girl from Howard County, couldn't possibly fathom what a drug deal might look like. Forget the fact that I worked at Baltimore Behavioral Health for a little and tried to rehabilitate people just like the guy in question.
I honestly and so disappointed in my legal system. I hope that I never have to deal with such ignorance again. I'm just happy the experience is all over. Unfortunately, I was unable to make my goal because of the missed time at work. So, at the end of the day, I know next time they try to pick me for a jury they will get a few choice words and will most likely never choose me again.
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