My 7 Deadly Sin

What seems like YEARS ago I can remember being on Valley Forge Campus and I felt like God told me to work on my gluttony.  I know what you're thinking "Shut up Carrie, you've always been a size 4, you're still a size 4 after having a baby 8 months ago, and I'm sure you'll always be a size 4."  But I'm being sincere when I say I do have a problem with gluttony, so I decided to take God up on this dare.  I would, for a week, ONLY eat when I was hungry, and the moment I realized I didn't need any more food I would cease from devouring even more.

What a test this was!  Especially since my first meal after that devotion time was "Chicken Patty Day" in the caf!  Oh how I love chopping up 4 chicken patties and mixing it amongst 2 enormous beds of lettuce shaken with ranch dressing.  And let's top it off.  Yes folks, the caf actually had sherbert!  (a rarity when frequently checking the ice cream trough.)  It must have come in the shipment that morning to tease and tempt me, like those dumb pop-ups with skanky girls that guys get.  But, I was good.  I created only 1 salad with only 1.5 chicken patties, a large glass of water, and a small bowl of cottage cheese.  (yes, I actually remember that meal and how it tasted.) 

I discuss gluttony to bring you to this, I realized one major thing this past week and that is the fact that I enjoy keeping my life full.  I have decided to consider myself an "Event Gluttonist."  I mean, gluttony is indulging in waaaaay too much food than your body physically needs, and I indulge waaaaaay too much in keeping myself busy.  I told God "No, this isn't true, look at how often I'm home though!"  And He so lovingly, yet still spanking, pointed out all of the little projects I am currently doing either for friends, work, HMC, Ian, or myself.  I mean, really....does Ian sincerely need a Baby Book, a "First Year's Calendar", AND a scrap book?

And so the Christmas season is approaching...granted I only have but 1 present left to buy, but I have a "Honey Do" list that is enormous for this season.  And, well, since I have no Honey...I guess it's up to me to do it!  What a great "Chicken Patty Day" test this will be for me!!!

I love you all, and Ian does too!

MONTHS.  It's been months since I've last typed away my life to the Xanga world.  I would love to give credit for this randomness to my good friend Erin Gripper for the inspiration of sitting at my Sony computer and letting the world read what's going on with my life.

I must be honest.  I had a lot of re-thinking in the past about continuing this site and my end decision was to let it just ride itself out into the sunset.  My Xanga posting was the cause of a lot of problems in my life, even more rumors being spread about me, and a TREMENDOUS amount of misunderstanding.  It's like having a conversation on AIM - you can't hear voicetone and at times that is a highly important aspect in communication.

Even in this post I have typed and deleted and re-typed and then hugely deleted so many times.  I don't want to be misunderstood again...but even more, I don't want to have my life dictated to me by how others will perceive my typings.

I am who I am.  I have always lived my life in a "you take it or leave it" way.  I have always been a confident girl, so why let my confidence slide as so I won't be preached about in church again?

My plea to the Xanga world is to PLEASE, if you read something I type and feel like it's something you should share with another because of how WRONG I am in what I said...I am just a click away to discuss it with before you discuss it with others.  I'm not unapproachable because I'm confident.

Thanks.

be blessed

So...life....

First of all, Ian is doing just great.  No, he isn't sleeping through the night yet and I have no idea why not.  Blah blah blah...I know that some babies take longer and I can't judge my baby by other babies - but I'm just anxious for this whole "good night's sleep" thing that I faintly remember.

Second of all, the fam is doing great too.  Dad just celebrated his 50-**mumble** birthday and my nephew Fatty just turned 5.  His birthday party was fun, we enjoyed ourselves and then some of us went out bowling afterwards.

Ian and Daddy

Malachi

Happy Birthday Fatty

Last but not least...work.  I got a raise.  WOO HOO!!!!  Dang I needed it.

thought for the day

Dang this busy life...

but oh I love my Ian!!!!