Sunday, August 29, 2010

Oh, Isaiah

Sometimes I feel like I can't handle all this calling evil good and good evil.

I understand that differences in faith give people different values. I adhere absolutely to one religion, and I understand that if someone else adheres absolutely to a different one then we will disagree absolutely on some points. But I have to believe that pure honesty and earnest intent, if exercised by both parties, would keep us to a large degree on the same ground.

For my part, while I take no credit for any active virtue, I will humbly credit myself with motives that are entirely honest and pure. Even when I'm feeling rude or stinky, I inwardly recognize this - I know at those times that I am not being good, and my soul aches to repent. I recognize the honest intent for good in myself, and I feel I can sense it in other people. I think most people can. It's painfully easy to spot pride. It's painfully easy to sense confusion, unhappiness, indirectness, or underhandedness. But I think it's also beautifully easy and soothing to sense directness, altruism, and honesty. People like that, I can see eye to eye with. And between us, I feel that we will never disagree on inherent good and evil.

Some things are inherently good. Like integrity. Kindness. Compassion. Giving. Even being morally untrained, they give us a happy feeling. We feel their goodness.

Some things are inherently evil. Like dishonesty. Meanness. Cruelty. Selfishness. Even being morally untrained, they give us a yucky, uncomfortable feeling. We feel their evil.

So when I hear people calling derivatives or associates of the above-mentioned values conversely good or evil - when parties press and argue these points - I have to believe they are not being fully honest. Because I sense it, and it gives me a yucky feeling.

I just have a hard time dealing with dishonestly. And yucky feelings.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Still feels easy






Thanks, Steven, for my happiness. This was indeed a good idea.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Poor sickies

Consolation for getting up at 5:00 am to comfort and clean up two sad, pukey, poopy little girls
=
Sleeping in until 9:30 with one on my chest and the other snuggled up next to me.

There might theoretically be something sweeter and snugglier than sleeping with a baby on your chest. But I'm not sure what it is.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Sniffle


Although it might at first seem like a good idea to slam one's fingers very hard in a door, it probably isn't.

Hours later, it still hurts a lot.

(At least I got the recycling out for pickup just in time.)

Friday, July 16, 2010

Guidelines

How horrible of a parent would I be if I were to use permanent marker to draw a line down Olivia's scalp in order to make straight pigtails?

Yeah...that's what I thought. Oh, well.

Monday, July 12, 2010

I'm with Michelle

I just wanted to applaud our First Lady for picking a wonderful platform in attacking childhood obesity. It is a real problem, and I'm glad she's using her unique situation to encourage health.

As I write this, though, it occurred to me that Michelle Obama is also considered a fashion icon - so I would love it if her next agenda was to combat vanity sizing. Please?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Grab bag

Olivia just said, "Mommy, you are so nice." It made me feel great.

I ordered a new car seat for Carmen on Amazon at 2:00 pm on Friday, and it arrived at around 9:00 on Saturday. Now THAT's service! (And this was with the free shipping option!) The car seat is purple. We have 2 girls, and I'm through with buying unisex stuff for them (at least for now).

My poor little Carmen is having a rough time with her last few molars. She didn't sleep much last night and, after exhausting other appropriate means of inflicting unconsciousness, I finally had to let her cry herself to sleep this afternoon. She was just so tired and so uncomfortable with her runny nose. I'm glad she's finally getting some rest.

We just read "The Communist Manifesto" for book group, and I loved reading it. No one should ever attempt to discuss government, especially communism, without having read it (this means you, former Amber).

Tropical Storm season is fun for me.

Last week, in honor of Independence Day, I decided to start learning the official Armed Forces songs. They're fun. My favorite line comes from "Anchors Aweigh":

and sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray!

Crazy Navy.