Spring Break was... well, it was something. I love being off work, so that's good enough right there. Monday I spent all day long running errands, and then Tuesday Josh, Lexi, and I went to the park with Wendy and her kids and I packed for our trip.
Wednesday we took off for a few days in Las Vegas. It wasn't exactly the relaxing trip I wanted, but I knew it wouldn't be, so whatever.
Sunday we had a visit from the Easter bunny, did some of the chores that had to be done before the new week, and went to mom's for a lovely Easter dinner.
A couple things I've been thinking of:
I should never speak to other people. This is why I am antisocial. At work, one of my friends forwarded me an e-mail with some feedback that she sent to some people at Weber State about something and asked me what I thought of it. I told her I agreed with her feedback and told her some of my own thoughts. Now I find out that she forwarded the things I wrote to her on to the people at Weber! Gah! Not like it's that big a deal, but I might not have said the same things if I were speaking to them that I said to her. Why do I bother to talk to people. I should have just told her "I agree" and left it at that.
I've been thinking a lot about modesty lately, reading things on the internet, and Wendy and I had an interesting conversation about it the other night. I read an article somewhere about a ward where the leaders were on a modesty kick with the young women, and they sent out a letter to the YM and YW presidencies, and included in this letter was the admonition that the young men should avoid young women at dances who were dressed immodestly. This is so wrong for so many reasons. So many. I saw a group of young ladies at the store on Sunday wearing cute spring skirts, and in my neighborhood it's a pretty safe bet that they had just come from church. One of the skirts was really tight and short, and I wondered if anyone had given her crap about wearing it at church. Probably not. But I just had this sudden and very strong thought that if there is one place where there should be no dress code, it's church. I don't even care. Someone shows up in a bikini to church on Sunday? Oh well. Move over and make room on the pew. Who cares? Really? You come to worship God, you should be welcomed regardless of what you're wearing. Period. And no one should set themselves up as the modesty police, but least of all the young men. You don't teach young people to shun others based on what they're wearing. Gross.
I've finished reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played With Fire. Two thumbs up. Gotta reserve the third one at the library. I'm in the middle of Lucky Man, which is Michael J. Fox's first memoir, and The Prada Paradox, which is just fluff garbage reading, my favorite type. The back of the book calls it a combination of action and chick-lit, which is right up my alley. Michael J. Fox's memoir is good so far. I really loved his second one, and this one is fun to read too. He's so positive, and his wife, Tracy Pollan, is so cool. I picked up this book called something like Is Anyone Out There?, and I was so mad at it that I didn't even finish it. According to the book jacket, it was supposed to be kinda quirky and funny, but I get about a third of the way in and find out that one of the main characters is dead and it was incredibly sad to me! I don't read books that make me cry. I was so pissed. This is why I read goofy books like Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon Hunting Soccer Mom. Silly and cheesy? Sure, but it's guaranteed to not make me cry.
I got Montgomery Gentry concert tickets and I'm about to buy Def Lepard/Poison tickets for this summer. So excited! Haven't been to a show for a while. Also, I entered to win a trip to Nashville to see my boyfriend Brantley Gilbert in concert.
1 comment:
You modesty comments got me thinking. I agree with what you're saying. It's like the parable Jesus used about the well people not needing the physician, but the sick needing one instead, ya know? But I can kinda see the thought of the "don't pay attention to the girls dressed immodestly? thing. That maybe if they weren't getting attention from the guys they wouldn't dress that way. And I think they shouldn't dress that way. It's degrading to women and sends the wrong message to guys and other girls, and as a mom, it would make me sad to see my girls dressed in a way that invited potential problems or misrepresented the kind of people they are. But at the same time everyone should feel welcome at church. I sat by a lady the other day who wore a t-shirt and stretch pants and smelled so strongly of b.o. and smoke that I honestly could hardly breathe. It must have been a long time since she'd had a shower and her hair was greasy and smelled like "head". But I wasn't about to get up and move because I was trying to make friends with her. Still though, I hate to admit that I was kinda uncomfortable, for a number of reasons. I held her baby for a while, who needed a bath desperately, but was so cute and sweet. It was a good reminder to me of what church is about and what kind of person I want to be. And hopefully the more times those types of situations happen, the less uncomfortable I will be and the more I can respond in a Christ-like way. Wow, that's a long comment...maybe you should tell me to get my own blog instead of putting such a big comment on yours. But I would like to hear more about your thoughts of the modesty in dress issue.
Thanks for making me think. You always seem to bring a different angle to things that makes me look more closely at my own opinions etc. :)
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