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Ready, Set…I must be forgetting something!

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

I’m sitting here, starting to feel exhausted. After Robbie woke us up I made a casserole for a funeral, went to the dentist, came home, cleaned the house and packed, went to an Open House at WOAK, came home, napped, did more cleaning and packing… In spite of all that, I feel remarkably on top of things considering that I’m leaving on a trip tomorrow. Usually I always feel somewhat panicked the day before a trip because of all I have to do and the more on my to-do list the more I procrastinate until I’m hastily throwing half my wardrobe into a suitcase at 10:00pm. Yes, I’m tired, but feel so incredibly peaceful (house is clean, laundry done, packing almost done), that I can’t help but wonder, what am I forgetting to do!?!?!?!?

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Money, money, money

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

I can’t say for certain the first time I saw a $100 bill, but one clear memory I have is when I was about seven years old and my family was going to Disneyland for the day. We had to go pick up the tickets at a friend’s house (they must have gotten a good deal on them or something), and I remember sitting next to my dad in the car while he held the $100 bill he would exchange for the tickets. Nowadays, it’s impossible for a family of five to go to Disneyland for $100, but at the time, I gazed in awe at the bill…humbled and amazed that my dad had that much money and we were going to use all of it to go to Disneyland.

Times have changed…I had to pay bills the other day. It’s a very bittersweet process. Bitter because I have to watch money leave our checking account (and hope that my horrid math skills will keep our checkbook somewhat balanced), but sweet because it means I’m on top of my duties as a housewife and we no longer owe anything (until the next month).  I dashed off checks for the house, credit card, power bill, etc., writing them out for a few hundred here, several hundred there. After everything was finally signed and stamped and I collapsed on the couch next to David, I thought of that time when I saw that $100 bill my dad held and wondered when $100 started to seem like so little. I wish I knew!

I am hoping that Robbie will inherit his granddad’s monetary skills, and he’ll always be a good steward of what the Lord has blessed him with…and be much better at math than his mommy!

New Haircut!

Monday, May 25th, 2009

On Friday I got my bi-annual haircut. I usually get it cut at the beginning of summer and sometime in the fall. I always spend a lot of time pondering what I’ll get for my new do, take a picture with me to the salon, chicken out, and wind up with the same cut I always have. My sweet husband gave me the okay on a rather short cut this time, so I took my picture of Reese Whitherspoon in “Sweet Home Alabama”, determined to go for it. In spite of my strong desire for something “different” and the permission from my husband, I still wavered after I showed the picture to the stylist and said, “Maybe can you make it a little longer than the picture?”

All things considered, I do like my summer style and am starting to realize that maybe this style just looks good on me…I just don’t want to start looking dated!

A Perfect End to a Not-So-Perfect Day

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

This morning started out with both Robbie and I feeling cranky and tired, due to the cold we’re getting over. I vainly tried to gather strength for the day by lying in bed a few extra minutes while he banged on the bathroom door upset that his daddy had not invited him into the shower. I just knew this would be a repeat of yesterday full of achy bones, plugged up nose, heavy head, and baby snot all over me. Happily, the day got better, thanks to the couple naps we both got in and lots of tylenol and cough syrup. The icing on the cake, though was when I arrived at the theater for a brush-up rehearsal and I found out that we (i.e. the production) had made it into the paper the last two days! Woohoo! Not only that, the review mentioned me in a flattering way, and in the front page picture yesterday you can even see me in the background…it’s not exactly flattering, but, hey…it’s me live and in color! The article with the review isn’t online yet, but the one with my picture is. You can see it here.

Ummmm…I Don’t Think So

Friday, September 26th, 2008

After finding this article online I seriously think that somedays the powers that be at PETA sit around thinking, “Hmmm…we haven’t been in the news lately…Paris Hilton and Britney Spears haven’t been hauling around their overgrown rats lately…Mary-Kate and Ashley haven’t worn furs recently…what outrageous thing can we throw out there just to make sure the world still knows we exist until we can find something ‘legitimate’ to complain about?”

I’m sure that’s how the outrageous proposal in the article written above came about. I would also like to go on record as a nursing mother and say if nursing were easier, faster, and less painful many more mothers would choose that option…however at some time or another almost anyone who has ever breastfed has dealt with one of those issues. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m so stubborn (and poor) I would gladly give Robbie a bottle all the time. However, I am both, therefore it was not until we were back in the hospital watching our precious baby suffer from severe jaundice and dehydration that I realized whether or not I would ever be able to breastfeed was not a big deal and if I had to pump or go bankrupt buying formula, we would do whatever it took to ensure our son would be healthy. Incidentally, about the same time I had that epiphany, Robbie finally caught on to the concept of nursing–my milk coming in also helped. From all I’ve heard about cows, they need to be milked or are in pain. I guess what I really want to know is when did the comfort of a cow outweigh the comfort of a human? I don’t suppose the folks at PETA will be giving me an answer anytime soon…they’re probably to busy trying to concoct another outrageous propoal to dump on the unsupsecting public.

Me and My Jeans/Genes

Monday, September 8th, 2008

When I was a little girl, I remember watching my dear mother putting on a pair jeans. I remember finding it interesting, because she would hold her breath, lay flat on her bed, and wrestle with the zipper until it arrived at the top. My childish mind thought the episode fit nicely into one of those categories of things adults did that I never had to bother with…until now.

This morning, while I got ready for work, I found myself caught between a rock and a hard place: my maternity jeans were too loose, and my regular jeans were too tight. A very difficult decision. Did I want to go around in my now slightly baggy, and consequently dowdy looking (but oh, so comfortable!) maternity jeans, or did I want to squeeze into my regular jeans, which if I could somehow pull the darn zipper up and button them (without the button popping off), would make my tummy look flatter, and accentuate my curves while hiding my “mommy pooch”–mainly due to the fact that it had been stuffed inside of unyielding fabric. I of course, chose the latter. Vanity, vanity!

It was while I was holding my breath, and pulling the jeans as close together as possible in order to get the ridiculously temperamental zipper up (zippers have obviously never been through childbirth) that the image of my mom came back and the thought flashed through my mind: “I’m doing another one of those mom things!”

Ahhhhh…it’s a good thing my little boy has such a precious smile. One look at his little face and I don’t care what he did to my tummy–although it does motivate me to keep on jogging and to give him a pretty mommy to look at (not like he cares, but whatever!).

His Eye Is On the Sparrow

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

I can’t remember the first time my mother told me the words “Jehovah Jireh”, but I do remember that we heard the words a lot growing up. It could have been when we were studying the names of God, or when we were looking over the story of Abraham offering Isaac on the altar. Whenever it happened, it became something of a codeword for our family whenever we received an unexpected blessing or surprise–Jehovah Jireh, the Lord will provide.

While I remember both hearing and saying the word many times through my teens, it has only been since I’ve been married that they have become even more precious to me. I had my share of the typical fears and apprehensions about marrying a man in the ministry, but I knew in the back of my mind (albeit flippantly) that the Lord would for mine and my husband’s needs. I will freely admit that in my first year and a half of marriage, that truth has become more and more real to me every day. God has proved again and again that He not only can, but will provide for our needs.

All of this came to mind yesterday when David and I received two blessings. First off, anyone who has been keepign up with us knows that our air conditioning has not been working. Yeah, yeah, I know that back when you were growing up “Nobody had air conditioning,” (the last holdouts I can remember were both sets of grandparents who have each had a/c for a minimum of ten years) but that is no longer the case, and it is difficult to do much when it is 90 degrees inside your house other than sit on the couch feeling miserable, wearing as little as possible, trying not to move, and hoping no one comes to the door. We finally broke down two days ago, got in touch with the man who fixes the a/c for our church, and set up an appointment. I spent much of the evening and next morning praying that it would not be too expensive to get it fixed and wondering what level our desperation had reached (I figured if it would cost $2,0000 to get it fixed I would somehow tough it out for the rest of the summer, anything under $200 would be great, the lower the better). The man came out, check the unit, decided what needed to be replaced, and $40 later, cool air began to breezily fill the house. Jehovah Jireh!

However, we had another special blessing yesterday as well. When David and I got home and walked to the front door, we noticed a large package sitting on the doorstep. Puzzled, because neither of us have ordered anything lately, we brought it into the house and looked at the label proclaiming “To Precious Baby Reed and Family”, with a random address in New York (we do not know anyone in New York). We opened it up and although we could not find a signal packing slip, invoice, card, or note, we did find four packages of diapers, several different kinds of baby lotions, baby magic, baby oil,  baby gel, Dreft stain remover (perfect for getting stains out of little baby clothes), baby powder, and several bottles of Johnson & Johnson baby wash. I must admit, I have been a bit apprehensive whenever I began to wonder how we would fit the cost of diapers into our tiny grocery budget, but looking at our unexpected windfall spread out across our couch and piano bench, David and I kept repeating again and again, “God is so good! God is so good! Praise the Lord, He will take care of us!”

Anyway, I wanted to share these two blessing we had yesterday because they proved to us once again, that no matter what happens, Jehovah Jireh–the Lord will provide. As David and I serve Him (or rather, try to serve Him, sometimes I think we get in the way too much), He provides all of our needs, whether it was our blessings from yesterday, last week when someone paid for our lunch after we decided to splurge on a Mexican restaurant, when the radio station bought new tires for our car, when Grandma and Granddude Vaughan bought a crib for Robbie, or we received a gift card to Wal-Mart in the mail right when we needed it, God has always, and will always provide! In fact, of all the many aspects that come from being involved in ministry (where work is abundant and pay is not), getting to see the Lord provide for our needs has added a level of excitement and anticipation to our walk with Him. After all, if His eye is on the sparrow, why won’t He watch over us, too?

The “Current” Baby of the Family

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

100_0664.jpgAs of today, the current baby of the family is my little sister, Rachel, but, as my growing tummy, perpetually needing to be emptied bladder, and gigantic feet indicate, she is about to have to pass on the crown which she has worn for the last 20 years (but don’t worry too much, Rae, you’ll always be mom and dad’s baby). It’s nice have a baby trump card to play. I was busy working on a top-secret project yesterday and needed some pictures from Rachel (if I need anything from Promise way far away in Papua New Guinea I simply email her and ask and voila! in her next email to me–there it is!) It takes longer to get things from Rachel (I’m not blaming her, because I’m the same way), but in order to keep the situation from becoming urgent, I went ahead and casually mentioned to her over the phone that I had a lot of pictures of just Promise and I, but most of the ones I had of her were with the three of us, so unless she didn’t want any pictures of “just her” in the project, she had better send them quickly. What do you know? No sooner did I say that, but she had gone to her laptop and began firing pictures of herself my way. Such is the nature of “the baby” that I actually had to convince her that I did NOT need pictures of her entire last semester of school and every trip she’s been on in the last year.

Anyway, Rachel came out and stayed with David and I for a week after she got out of school and we had so much fun together! I’m not sure if we get along better now because we’re older, or if its because we don’t live together anymore, but whatever the reason, she’s one of my best girlfriends and a ton of fun, so I thought I’d put up some of the pictures she sent of us having fun.

–UPDATE–

Okay, so I can’t figure out how to put pictures on this blog…that will have to wait until my ultra-technological husband can help me. In the meantime, you can just go to my Facebook account and see the pictures there.

The Right to Choose

Friday, March 7th, 2008

On February 29, homeschooling was declared illegal in the state of California. Over 166,000 families can now be found in contempt of court and forced to put their children into a public or private school. This not only shocked, but sobered me.

For starters, I was homeschooled. I consider myself to be bright, possessing an above- average intelligence, the recipient of a vast and varied number of extra-curricular activities, and in no way deprived of anything good, right, and wholesome in my growing up years. I could also say the same of my two sisters, my best girlfriends, my husband, and many others I know who were also homeschooled. I’m not saying this lightly either. I have no desire for this to be taken as some sort of braggadocios post with a definite homeschooling slant. I think our SAT scores, college grades, degrees, our jobs, what we have done and our doing with our lives can speak for themselves as facts. I also know people who have gone to public or private school, and likewise, turned out well. They got good grades in school, worked hard, and are useful contributors to society.

On the other hand, I know some pretty lousy homeschoolers. The parents are easily manipulated by their children, have no idea how to get a days worth of school completed in a 24 hour period, and whose entire day is unstructured and undisciplined. Their completely normal children (I’m looking at this from a mental viewpoint…some people would have hardly called my family “normal”) perform embarrassingly below what is expected not only on academic levels, but also a social level. In the same way, I have seen too many families to count who are an embarrassment to the public school system. I look at them, and somehow feel that my tax dollars are being wasted–by a system that is supposedly governed by “experts”. Many of those schools have 17 year-olds in ninth grade who can only read at a sixth grade level (I know this, I work part-time at a tutoring company). I know bright kids whose parents could care less what they do in school, so long as they don’t play in hooky in order to do drugs with their friends. Thus far, their schools just continue to let them repeat grade after grade, no one caring, no one stepping in to make sure they get the education I’m paying for. The kid sticks around until he’s old enough to drop out. The girls stick around until they can get pregnant. Somehow, many of those I know keep getting passed by for much-needed counseling…which may help educators find a way to get them that educated.

But this post is not about the merits of one method of education over any other. They all have flaws, they all have good points; we could go round and round in a circle comparing them, but that would be pointless right now when there is a far greater issue at stake. It is an issue, that when looked at carefully, should strike fear, and inspire a sense of urgency in the hearts of all Americans–at least, those who love freedom. It is the right of parents to choose what is best for their children. That is it. Seemingly so simple, and yet, suddenly, it has become a matter of such complexity that a court has now weighed in, trying to have the final say.

When you take an honest, unbiased view of the whole education argument, one thing stands out. The children who succeed, the ones who do well, those who “make it”, are–in the majority of cases–those who have parents who feel that their child’s education is their responsibility. It is something they have a choice about. A choice to decide where they will be schooled, how they will be schooled, and how they will reach necessary academic goals. Whether those parents decide that they will wake up at a certain time, gather the children around the kitchen table, and work steadily and efficiently until the day’s lessons are over, or pick up the kids from school, see that homework gets done, they’re passing all their classes, and projects are turned in on time, these parents feel that their child’s education is their responsibility because they know they have a choice in the matter. And in most cases it pays off, because their child succeeds.

There are other parents who act as though whatever choice they arrived at somehow happened by default…if they happen to think about it. Homeschooling parents who are flippant about this matter do put a little more thought into the matter of choice then others in the “default” category, but they seem to think that the choice to homeschool was the end of the choice, not the beginning. Others just find out what public school their kid is supposed to attend, and what time the bus will pick them up. They don’t mind much about grades, practical knowledge, that their kid might be just putting the time in, or anything else. Do we have to wonder when some seemingly bright kids seem to struggle in school?

The fact that stands out with blinding clarity, that it is the parent behind the child who makes the difference, is what frightens me the most about this recent court decision. It is taking away the right of parents to choose what is best for their children. Yes, sometimes, parents make mistakes (some of them by simply refusing to choose). But I think we can hardly call the public school system mistake-free. For that matter, we can hardly call the Federal government mistake-free. Do you know anyone who has always been happy with all forms of government? Those who succeeded in the system were those who had parents behind them who had made a choice, and were determined to make it work. Those who managed to succeed without a parent behind them, managed to because someone stepped in to fill that void, be it a concerned teacher, sympathetic counselor, involved youth worker, etc.

Some people might be thinking, “Well, that’s just California. They’re _________ (fill in favorite lame California joke).” That’s wrong. California and New York are the leaders in fashion, art, technology, religion, politics, etc. It is said that America is only a decade behind France morally. I propose that the rest of the country is only a few years behind California and New York in whatever path they’re going down. I’m not even sure I’d give them a decade. This should be a matter of concern to all citizens, whether parents or not. Because unless you stand up and protest, unless you call your congressmen and senators, urging them to denounce the court decision, it will become law in your state. And suddenly, what you think is best for your child won’t matter anymore. Your right as an American to have a choice won’t matter. Even more frightening, this could just be the beginning.

It is ironic. The liberal left clamors for the “woman’s right to choose”, when advocating abortion. Now suddenly, they’ve decided that once that child has entered the world, the right to choose is gone. All because some people were willing to neglect their rights as parents. They didn’t choose to be involved, to take responsibility, and now, a case is in court (is it the first of many?) that should have never been there from the beginning.

Here she is…Miss America!

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

Okay, so maybe it’s not Miss America, but it is me, Noelle Jillian Reed (who at the tender age of 23 is not only married, but on her way to being “great with child” and would now qualify for Mrs. America–where did my youth go? -sigh-). Yes, I am finally making a not-so-grand entrance into the world of blogging. This should bring great joy to many people in my life who I would like to acknowledge: my wonderful husband who made me promise to blog once a month; my little sister who complained that she keeps checking and checking my blog and I never have anything on it; and last but not least, my dear parents who will be thrilled to hear snippets of my life sometime other than when I am cleaning the toilet or walking the dog while talking on the cell phone. I am going to try my very best to not become one of those people who have a fabulous blog page, cool font, and funky backdrop and only update every six months or so (and that’s in a good year). At the same time, be patient with me…at this time of my life I’m very distracted/obssessed with the upcoming presidential elections, my baby growing inside of me, and life in general. So to all those who have taken the time to read my first blog entry ever, ta-ta-for-now, and I shall write again later.