tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42351920098363427632024-02-07T08:18:19.447-06:00Corrie's StoriesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-6721818854470315652016-05-03T15:47:00.000-05:002016-05-03T15:47:01.917-05:00Whole 30Welp, I did it. I broke down, followed the trend, and started the Whole30 program. And boy, am I regretting it. But before I get into that, let's rewind a bit...<br />
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A lot has changed in my life in the last year or so. I went through a rough patch for awhile where I wasn't sure if I was going to make it out or not. Thanks to my wonderful friends and family, I came out on the other side. Stronger? Maybe. But definitely intact and ready to focus on my health.<br />
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Since November, my focus has been my emotional, physical, spiritual, and mental health. I've made a habit of going to the gym every weekday morning(ish), eating a full and healthy breakfast, reading my Bible, taking time to rest, and doing things that I love and enjoy. Things that give me life.<br />
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That worked really well for awhile, and I saw a huge change in myself. I was thinking more clearly, I was able to engage with others, and I finally came to a place of loving and accepting many of the flaws and faults I've had trouble with for years. Yay!<br />
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And then the anxiety kicked back in. Big time. I was chewing up the insides of my mouth, gritting my teeth, tensing my muscles, and fully unable to let anything go. Yuck. I scheduled an appointment with a new doctor (Dr. K has been the best ever!), and we made the decision for me to go back on meds. I'm not a big fan of having to take antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication, but at this point I'm all about doing what works. And when you're eating right, sleeping well, meditating, praying and exercising, sometimes drugs is about all that's left. And let me tell you, these drugs have been a life saver. I can focus at work, my mood is more stable, and I don't obsess over <i>as many</i> things <i>as often</i>.<br />
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In the midst of all this, however, my eating habits went to crap. I was too anxious and preoccupied with not being able to relax that I didn't have the energy to fight the anxiety and the overwhelming cold weather cravings for carbs and fatty food. So I gave in and bought Mac and Cheese by the case. And gained weight. Not a ton, but enough that I noticed. And I felt gross.<br />
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First solution: count calories! I needed to lose 10 pounds. so I got super disciplines and logged all my calories into an app that told me how much to eat each day. It worked well, but maybe a little too well... I lost 6 pounds in the first three days, plateaued for a week, then lost another 5 pounds in 2 days. I felt like crap. I was weak and had no energy. My muscles cramped up for no good reason. That freaked me out (although, if I'm being honest, I was kind of excited that I lost the weight so easily). So then I pushed the pendulum to the other side and ate everything in sight. No calorie counting, just eating. And of course I gained back those last 5 pounds within 2-3 days. At this point I don't know what's going on. I'm tired, I'm listless, I don't want to do anything. I don't want to go to the gym, I just want to sleep.<br />
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<i>OK, Corrie, </i>I think. <i>It's time for some big changes. Get your shiz together. </i>And I remembered that a few of my friends had just finished up trying the Whole 30 experience. I talked with them, did a ton of my own research, and decided that maybe instead of aiming for a certain weight I should aim to be healthy. No processed foods, no sugars, only good, healthy foods of whatever quantities I need to feel full (not really a need to count calories when you're eating broccoli. I love it, but I have yet to binge on it).<br />
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So here we go, world! May 1 I started the Whole30 Challenge. Since it was a Sunday, I used the food I had laying around the house for breakfast and lunch and did my huge grocery shopping trip Sunday afternoon. With just two stops (Aldi and Buy 4 Less), I got all the food I should need for two weeks. Fingers crossed on that one. Then I spent 5 hours cooking everything. I made tons and tons of meals and saved them in portioned containers. So I don't have to think, just grab and go. This works well for me because I am so freaking lazy that if things are laid out for me I'll pout and throw a tiny grown-up fit and either eat junk food or not eat at all.<br />
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Sunday morning I had a hard boiled egg and a banana. I know, fancy. Sunday lunch was a sweet potato. Legit. And dinner was tuna salad (after I had cooked for a hundred years and done 7 trillion dishes, it was all I could muster).<br />
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Monday is when things got good.<br />
Breakfast: Fried egg, 2 breakfast sausage patties, fresh salsa, and a banana. All. Bomb.<br />
Lunch: Green salad with grilled chicken, pecans, blackberries, and lemon basil vinaigrette<br />
Snack: Apple with almond butter<br />
Dinner: Ground Turkey, spaghetti sauce, steamed brussel sprouts<br />
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Tuesday<br />
Breakfast: Banana chia seed pudding with blueberries<br />
Lunch: Chicken, broccoli and sweet potatoes, carrot sticks, pecans, raisins<br />
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Oh and those regrets I have? I regret that I haven't eaten like this earlier. Literally everything I've eaten has been delicious. And I'm pretty sure I'll be even happier with my decision to try Whole30 when this enormous sugar headache goes away and I can see out of my right eye.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-8797926281180597692014-12-23T08:33:00.001-06:002014-12-23T08:33:37.509-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 23<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dark Passenger made me do it.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-29047116219435991682014-12-22T23:57:00.001-06:002014-12-22T23:57:18.804-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 22<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you like scary movies?</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-5526875388190083902014-12-20T13:57:00.000-06:002014-12-20T13:57:46.897-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 20<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Blair Elf Project</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-38435775271193809642014-12-20T13:56:00.001-06:002014-12-20T13:56:26.851-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 19<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool... I always wanted a haunted house...</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-32212567953496558582014-12-20T13:54:00.002-06:002014-12-20T13:54:30.891-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 18<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hello Clarice..."</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-43640975393940610162014-12-20T13:53:00.001-06:002014-12-20T13:53:24.908-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 17<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I lost him...</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-78292155139145348782014-12-16T09:43:00.000-06:002014-12-16T09:43:28.275-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 16<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdHcOeTYbDUmeusiFJXm-0DFdAFFlmszuRB7Kvo3sjc071ZxCN0gwnHIPyJyyCuxFeJ44a-NHmtDV_oruP0NktUbFhxRAMxDMAWT_P6eweZnx9IaSaQLBLJatqxgTMPVB9St91Yf2aFI6/s1600/IMG_4262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdHcOeTYbDUmeusiFJXm-0DFdAFFlmszuRB7Kvo3sjc071ZxCN0gwnHIPyJyyCuxFeJ44a-NHmtDV_oruP0NktUbFhxRAMxDMAWT_P6eweZnx9IaSaQLBLJatqxgTMPVB9St91Yf2aFI6/s1600/IMG_4262.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now we've got another one. And it's loose in the house...</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-1552846163022681922014-12-15T23:33:00.000-06:002014-12-15T23:33:02.270-06:00Elf on the Shelf from Hell Day 15<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23NzR1gQ13Ksocx5hvdtCuL8n64gGRUEKCZyqqv0TOztWx9n4ynlfFWlz1FFFay4dxGI83ZEb_Zar-0-WWRPcKBao6k4lit53OEolyhQuF4umIWI4XQhCMMY75UnNqQh1Y8cRPuykZcjl/s1600/polly+pocket+train+tracks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23NzR1gQ13Ksocx5hvdtCuL8n64gGRUEKCZyqqv0TOztWx9n4ynlfFWlz1FFFay4dxGI83ZEb_Zar-0-WWRPcKBao6k4lit53OEolyhQuF4umIWI4XQhCMMY75UnNqQh1Y8cRPuykZcjl/s1600/polly+pocket+train+tracks.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh no! Poor Polly!</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-44512426770860828642014-12-15T23:31:00.003-06:002014-12-15T23:31:59.901-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 13<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgN4bPUR3QORK1H8cKHVdC11-nnXmXcbL_tlC-ltnXn2xXsQtpRd2wtzwJj04mJ7bsDEGPSIlVWcQCXIHLOMvTGIxFUvT0NZZrr1vH98p4VhMq3RfJYYcevNB5nbJ4csdFE8_J3z-2nTM/s1600/IMG_4235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgN4bPUR3QORK1H8cKHVdC11-nnXmXcbL_tlC-ltnXn2xXsQtpRd2wtzwJj04mJ7bsDEGPSIlVWcQCXIHLOMvTGIxFUvT0NZZrr1vH98p4VhMq3RfJYYcevNB5nbJ4csdFE8_J3z-2nTM/s1600/IMG_4235.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am NOT going to be ignored, Corrie!</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-86002156103904191352014-12-15T23:30:00.003-06:002014-12-15T23:30:52.795-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 12<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggW7UJBTq8vMTSle6x0aK4K0oYz4hYt-R99DHR4eGbEeR0DLmimSjch6OFXdy2xFLUwWxXBRxrLkfbnad5H3BH6a3c91FjtPBtUk93a_gGKf6XJ7uivlR6xoRAypwJUVLLE_5Nm5b65S45/s1600/IMG_4216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggW7UJBTq8vMTSle6x0aK4K0oYz4hYt-R99DHR4eGbEeR0DLmimSjch6OFXdy2xFLUwWxXBRxrLkfbnad5H3BH6a3c91FjtPBtUk93a_gGKf6XJ7uivlR6xoRAypwJUVLLE_5Nm5b65S45/s1600/IMG_4216.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I summon thee from the netherworld, oh Great Elf..."</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-1569732969232215312014-12-15T23:29:00.004-06:002014-12-15T23:29:45.587-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 11<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8ZHkPctiqu5aFlZER5RqLklgwcvSN0R6VNBbEHRYfkP94sFa7GswEBI6neORL1Ro41v3haoU1GIpopRLFk4I1f3-nSz3uATzJDDgQnZBJDKysWmLWK3OumavLb8N7bWt7NwEoz6boraY/s1600/IMG_4153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8ZHkPctiqu5aFlZER5RqLklgwcvSN0R6VNBbEHRYfkP94sFa7GswEBI6neORL1Ro41v3haoU1GIpopRLFk4I1f3-nSz3uATzJDDgQnZBJDKysWmLWK3OumavLb8N7bWt7NwEoz6boraY/s1600/IMG_4153.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have ways of making you talk...</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-52533870734254735172014-12-15T23:28:00.001-06:002014-12-15T23:28:35.778-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 10<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N6b98ZLE0pGWaHuvtFgTgKziVNufyFfobJTUaZf-1HXi41BD_5dCaBpxebr6LDj25pLS2xsxsowPTMREZWQy3TgHqxSOSTAarJVO4XzpeHlCsW__yTbQwBnmKeCRnOblhs3UArZM7qCp/s1600/IMG_4098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N6b98ZLE0pGWaHuvtFgTgKziVNufyFfobJTUaZf-1HXi41BD_5dCaBpxebr6LDj25pLS2xsxsowPTMREZWQy3TgHqxSOSTAarJVO4XzpeHlCsW__yTbQwBnmKeCRnOblhs3UArZM7qCp/s1600/IMG_4098.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Come play with us, Danny. Forever and ever and ever..."</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-62579216035238185162014-12-09T10:13:00.001-06:002014-12-09T10:13:49.845-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 9<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-8006106733667959762014-12-09T10:12:00.001-06:002014-12-09T10:12:35.379-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 8<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fefefe; color: #222222; font-family: proxima-nova, 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">I ran from my house to escape him. "I'll be safe in my car," I thought. I jumped inside, panting, locked the doors and slumped into the driver's seat. "I think I lost him," I said. Just then, I heard the jingle of his bells and looked into the rear view mirror... </span></td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-59987367045462829392014-12-09T10:11:00.000-06:002014-12-09T10:11:01.140-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 7<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-63773998310107936102014-12-09T10:08:00.003-06:002014-12-09T10:08:53.310-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 6<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-7377581949826898652014-12-09T10:07:00.001-06:002014-12-09T10:07:47.563-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 5<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-44449871338110091442014-12-04T14:52:00.002-06:002014-12-04T14:52:55.624-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 4<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">About a week ago i watched some weird movie and then my phone rang and someone on the other end just say "7 days." Just now, my tv flipped on and out of it comes this guy. </td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-8455182713550839702014-12-03T08:35:00.002-06:002014-12-03T08:35:49.875-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 3<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #222222; font-family: proxima-nova, 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;">Uh oh. I was really hungry, so I took the apple from the little old elf at my door. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have done that. Feeling sleepy....</span></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-41079960292241473102014-12-02T10:07:00.001-06:002014-12-02T10:07:27.513-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 2<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caught in the act! Not cool, little elf. Vandalism is not cool at all. Also, are you dyslexic? We may have more problems to discuss than the fact that you're being creepy beyond all measure.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-1612377564996276672014-12-01T15:54:00.001-06:002014-12-02T10:07:47.353-06:00Elf on the Shelf From Hell Day 1<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me... a murderous elf hiding under my bed...</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-39633928603638982142014-11-30T16:23:00.000-06:002014-12-01T09:23:14.754-06:00Elf on the Shelf From HellLast year, I remember being inundated with pictures of this new phenomenon, Elf on the Shelf. OK, maybe it's not new to all you parents, but it was brand spankin new to me as a single person. Here's the best explanation I can come up with for what this thing is and what he is supposed to do:<br />
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<i>The elf was sent here by Santa to spy on little children to see whether they're being naughty or nice. Then, every night while the children are sleeping, the elf reports back to Santa on how the children behaved that day. Each morning when the children wake up, the elf has mysteriously moved to another location, and children eagerly awaken to discover where the elf is hiding today...</i><br />
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Is that about right? Let me break this down for you. THAT IS CREEPY. Dolls coming to life when you're not looking? You might be thinking "Oh, like Toy Story! Isn't that cute?" But you know what came out before Toy Story? Before Woody and Buzz were making the world behind our backs a fun and magical place where toys had to learn to work together and how to be friends? Before those lovable companions there was CHUCKY. That's right, the evil doll that came to life when you weren't looking and then KILLED YOU.<br />
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Chucky is the reason I couldn't sleep with my favorite doll Melissa anymore. I was convinced that she was sent from Satan to trick me into going to hell. And each night while I was sleeping she would report back to her master on her progress, which is why when I woke up in the morning, she was face down on the floor. Sound familiar??? Inanimate objects coming to life is not cute. It's not festive. It's just creepy.<br />
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In light of this truth and the blessing that I don't have any children to scar with my current antics, I'm doing my own version of Elf on the Shelf this year. It's Elf on the Shelf From Hell. Just to show you people how close your current Christmas traditions are to terrifying the crap out of everyone.<br />
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Let me introduce you to Jingle and Bells, two sweet decorative elves that I received for Christmas last year. Jingle and Bells have agreed to work with me this season to teach you all a lesson... Toys that come to life at night have minds of their own. And we might not always like what's inside those minds. Join me each day as we count down to Christmas with Elf on the Shelf From Hell!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02780422152012194720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4235192009836342763.post-87748427735741362512014-02-20T17:41:00.003-06:002014-02-21T11:25:53.299-06:00A Passionate Tension<div style="font-family: Helvetica;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The other day, I was having dinner with a friend and we got on the subject of things we feel very strongly about. She carefully thought through her answer and agreed that she was passionate about her children. She is a great mother; I can see her eyes light up when she talks about her kids. Then, of course the question came back to me. <i>What are you passionate about?</i> I drew a deep breath and ran through the litany of things that gets my blood boiling: <i>poverty, rape, abuse, malnutrition, first-world arrogance, the commercialization of the Church, an education system that hasn’t changed since the industrial revolution, racism, sexism, foster care, intolerance, slavery, trafficking, people with too many opinions, people with no opinions, seat belts, people who can’t distinguish between you're and your … </i>I realized my eyes were glazing over and I wasn’t saying anything.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The truth is, I feel strongly about a lot of things. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m a woman, a a believer or a Matchell (probably a strong combination of the three), but I do. The problem is that most of the things that I am passionate about are issues with no simple answers. Poverty? Seriously? That’s an easy one to tackle. Racism? Oh, it’s been around for hundreds of years, but I’m sure that I come up with a quick solution that will reconcile all races to each other. I mean, come on. These issues are issues because they don’t have simple solutions! They require humility, looking at the individual instead of an entire population, and really getting to know people. </span><i style="text-align: center;">Except for the you're and your thing. Here we go: </i></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After five years of MARKED, I think I’ve finally figured out why I love it so much. We don’t claim to have all the answers. We know that the Lord’s heart is to see all men and women come to Him. We know that His desire is for women to be marked by His truth for them, not the lies that the enemy perpetuates. But we’ve searched and searched and have never found the silver bullet that kills every problem with one shot. We don’t promise that when you attend MARKED you’ll figure everything out. What we do promise is that if you agree to take this journey with us - to step into the tension of that which is and that which is not yet, we will walk with you. We’ll talk things through. We’ll help you explore where God is placing you and why. We’ll support you through the trials and errors of living a passionate life.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I have grown comfortable in the tension that surrounds those things that pull at my heart strings. I am okay when I realize that I can’t actually do anything in my own wisdom or strength to solve these problems. It pushes me closer to Christ. It reminds me that I serve a God that is bigger than any of these problems. Bigger than the abuse of women around the world. Bigger than war. Bigger than me. And He has called me to step in to a very specific spot at a very specific time. I am to obey. The rest is up to Him.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">One of the side effects to being the Communications Director is that I spend a lot of time on social media. I read lots of blogs, follow lots of links, view lots of videos, and hear LOTS of complaints. That’s the nature of the beast, and I’ve spent time developing my own ways to safeguard my heart against the negativity and ugliness that trolling Facebook for hours and hours can produce. It’s not all bad, though. I’ve seen a drastic increase in uplifting, encouraging posts and links as well. And maybe it’s just my group of friends, but people seem to be fighting the negative and ugly with some very positive, beautiful things.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One post in particular I ran across the other day was entitled <i>Why Being a Mom is Enough. </i>Dozens of people had commented on the link, all with quips like “So true!” and “I needed this today!” Although I am not a mother, I think I understood the idea behind the post. You don’t have to be a mom who does everything right, or one who has endless, creative activities planned for every moment of the day to help your children grow spiritually, emotionally, cognitively, and relationally. You are their mom, and they love you just for that. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And that’s important. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It is.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It really, really is.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Do you hear me? </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It’s super important.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But what if your children grow up and leave? What if you can’t have children? What if you don’t want children? What if something happens and you are left with the overwhelming grief of losing a child? </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>You’re still enough</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Romans 5:8 - <i>but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.</i> The mere fact that you existed, enemy of God though you were, was enough for Christ to die for you. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">1 John 3:1 - <i>See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. </i>The Father’s love makes you his child.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Genesis 1:27 - <i>So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. </i>You are made in the image of God.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It is enough to be you. God’s extravagant love meets you where you are and tells you that who you are, at your very core, your very essence, you are enough. Because at your core, you are not a mother or a father, a husband, a wife, or a single person. <i>You are loved by the creator of the universe, and you are his. </i>And that identity can never change.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When you feel that you have to strive for the next level of approval by your boss, your children, your friends, your family. Remember.</span></div>
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