Recap (6/29/2013)

Books added to my TBR list:

  • The Beast In The Garden: The True Story Of A Predator’s Deadly Return To Suburban America. by David Baron (reviewed by Instapundit)
    The story of cougars. No, not older women chasing younger men–Mountain lions. Once hunted almost to extinction, they are now making their way back into our towns–with potentially dangerous implications. According to Reynolds (the Instapundit), this is “nonfiction, but it reads like a thriller novel.”

Stuff I’ve Read:

  • 4 Subtle Changes in the English Language from Mental_Floss
    1. From infinitive to participle
    2. From present to progressive
    3. From ought to have to
    4. Increase in the “got” passive

    Not all of these changes are bad–but a few make me wonder. Why do we use the passive voice more often now? Does this indicate a lack of self-efficacy? Do *I* use the passive voice more frequently? Perhaps it’s time for another thought experiment.

Videos Watched:

  • A History of the Bathing Suit: Who says it has to be itsy-bitsy? (linked to by Challies)
  • It’s NOT about the nail
    Happy Food folk showed us this. Hilarious.

Liberty and License

He was riding a bright blue crotch-rocket, slowed down to change into the lane behind the police car.

He wore a white t-shirt, black athletic shorts, tennis shoes, no helmet covering his just-beginning-to-grey hair.

I winced as I imagined his legs pulpy from road rash, as I thought of his wife grieving because a traumatic brain injury left her husband a man she didn’t recognize.

I’ve seen the after-effects of motorcycle accidents when the motorcyclist was taking all the precautions. Seeing a biker *not* taking the precautions is excruciating for me.

I want to say something, wish there were some way to let bikers know what kind of risks they’re taking when they dress so inappropriately. But I fear the backlash.

“You just want to take away my liberty,” they might say. “It’s a free state.”

And so it is. There are no laws in Kansas requiring helmets for motorcyclists. Kansas law dictates neither your headwear nor your clothing for riding a motorcycle. You may ride however you wish.

And I rejoice that the state is not infringing upon your liberties.

But I truly wish that you would not take your liberty as a license to take risks that can cause you and your family such pain. I wish that you would use your liberty to ride safely and joyfully.

I don’t want to take away your fun–I want you and your family to enjoy long, productive, healthy lives free from harm.

That’s why I wince, that’s why I cringe, that why (on emotional days) I tear up when I see you riding bare-headed, bare-armed, bare-legged. Because I want your liberty to produce life rather than destruction.


Thankful Thursday: Commentary Free

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Some weeks I have an abundance of commentary on each item of thankfulness. This week, I have just a list. Little things and big things I’m thankful to God for this week.

This week I’m thankful for…

a client I really enjoyed talking to

…the UPS man’s “Have a Good Afternoon” as he dropped my package at the door

…a compliment from a coworker

bookish conversation at Happy Food

…a tear-free trip driving Daniel’s stick

…an electric sander and companionable silence

…a quarter steer gone to slaughter

…the word choose

GIMP and the multiply mode bucket fill

…a wake up call from my husband

…a lump of sugar in my coffee

…a multi-tool that allows me to ride to the rescue

women who are starting to feel like friends

crazy dance stations on some sort of app that my husband has

…a box fan in our bedroom for those uber-hot nights

…the ripening tomato on the vine out back (I might finally be a gardener!)

blown kisses from a 3 year old (I have the best life!)


A Day of Rest

This last weekend was a busy one.

We had a friend over Friday night for dinner–and then I went out to clean the garage so Daniel and he could have guy time. When I was done, I was exhausted and covered with grime, but glad that the garage was not only walkable but could actually contain a car if we so desired.

Saturday, we were having an older couple over for dinner–actually, the wife was the Realtor who sold Daniel our house. So, of course, I was determined that the house must look as if someone has actually done something with it since she last saw it. I scraped the old medical stickers from the front door, cleaned both the screen door and the real door, took down the cobwebs from the front porch, swept the front porch… I tidied the dining room and living room, did a superficial dusting and a more complete sweeping and dust mopping… I scrubbed the bathroom–shower surround, tub, sink, commode, and floor. I finally got ALL the dishes washed and dried and put away. And then I made a roast chicken and roasted potatoes and sweet potatoes and a salad.

When they left, we rushed off to help a friend move. There were plenty of people there to help, so it wasn’t like it took forever–but it was more heavy lifting and stair climbing.

Sunday morning, I was coughing up loogies that looked like scrambled eggs from free-range chickens, only with streaks of blood throughout. The cold I’d been nursing since Friday was out in full force–and I did not at all feel rested.

At the last minute, we decided to skip church. Daniel really felt that I needed a day of rest–and that church would not be that day of rest*.

I took off my church shoes and climbed back into bed–where I slept until almost noon. I read a bit from Unbroken (which I’m reading for our new book club–it’s Ah-mazing!)

Daniel and I pulled some spaghetti sauce from the freezer and had lunch–then I piddled on the computer, virtually trying new exterior paint colors on our house (one of those projects that we’ve thought about but not too seriously yet.)

Daniel pulled me from the computer midway through the afternoon and brought me to the living room, where we sang a half an hour worth of hymns, spent some time in prayer, and then read and discussed several more pages from Martin Luther’s Bondage of the Will.

Then it was back to the computer, this time Daniel’s laptop, to play with colors more while half-watching The Adjustment Bureau (which turned out to be rather a chick-flick for all of it’s “action” aspects.)

It was wonderful.

A day of rest.


*Please note that we believe firmly in the importance of involvement in the local church. We do not make a practice of skipping church. This was a special case and an exception to our regular practice. Even when it is not particularly restful, we do not believe that one should forsake the “assembling of ourselves together, as is the habit of some” (Heb 10:25 NKJV).


Nightstand (June 2013)

I’m back to slow reading, not much completed on my Nightstand this month–but I’m learning that we have seasons of reading and seasons of working, seasons of new stuff and seasons of old familiar. These seasons are good–and I’m still enjoying what books I am reading.

This month, I read:

  • The Fan by Peter Abrahams
    This is the earliest of Peter Abrahams’ that I’ve read so far–and I didn’t really like it. It took quite a while to get to the suspense part of the story, the main characters motivations were never really clear, and it had way too much sex in it. If I end up with another one like this from him, I may end up 50-paging it.
  • While the Clock Ticked by Franklin Dixon
    Picking up the Hardy Boys again–this time at a new library with different parts of the series.

What's on my Nightstand

Currently in progress:

  • The 5:30 Challenge: 5 ingredients, 30 minutes, dinner on the table by Jeanne Besser
  • Bondage of the Will by Martin Luther
  • Glimpses of Grace by Gloria Furman
  • The Thyroid Sourcebook for Women by Sara Rosenthal
  • Unbroken by Laura Hildenbrand
    Everyone who read and reviewed this in the past year has raved about it–so when a few gals from church started talking about starting a book club and wanted suggestions for books, I threw this title into the mix. So far, at about halfway through, I’m loving it.

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

What's on Your Nightstand?


Wood, Hay, Rubble

About two weeks after a massive tornado cut a swathe through Moore, Oklahoma, Daniel and I took a team from our church down to help with relief.

We essentially walked around until we found homeowners who were digging through the ruins of their homes–and asked if they needed help with anything.

Different people had different requests.

Daniel and I stopped first at a home where a woman was digging about for anything that might be salvageable. Helping was difficult, because we really didn’t know what she wanted or didn’t want. What was important to her? What did she consider worth saving? We didn’t know, so we busied ourselves with moving bricks and beams and broken furniture, piling up anything that was at all intact for her to sort through. Once she started looking herself, it became apparent that the items she cared about the most were DVDs.

Daniel amidst the rubble

Her next door neighbor stood outside her house, unsure of what to do. This second homeowner, unlike her neighbor, understood that insurance would cover ruined belongings. She wasn’t interested in searching for this item or that. Her daughter (in the elementary school that was devastated) was out of the hospital. Her sons were safe.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t have a request for us.

Her mother was worried that the church people might show up and see the couple dozen trash bags worth of beer cans now strewn across the property. What would they think? Her Christian reputation would be ruined if they could see that evidence of how much she drinks. Would we help?

Two friends held open trash bags as Daniel and I shoveled beer cans as fast as we could. We filled the bed of a pickup truck. They’d be able to recycle them for some cash.

When we met up with some others of our group, they had a different story to share.

A family was searching for an heirloom–a family Bible full of underlinings and notes, with leaves outlining births and deaths and baptisms. Our team searched with them, digging through the remains of their lives.

A Bible was found, was brought to the homeowner. The homeowner opened it, confirmed that this was indeed the Bible. The couple dropped what they were doing, called off the team.

That was it. The rest could be bulldozed. Nothing else mattered.

They circled the team for a prayer of thankfulness before they headed back to their temporary housing.

“Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, stubble; Every man’s work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is.”

I Corinthians 3:12-13 (KJV)

Before the Day stands these lowercase days, days when wind–not fire–exposes our hearts. Are we set on the entertainments of this world? Are we building merely a facade to hide our sin? Or will the wind expose a life that sets its hope in the eternal?

I pray that the Day…and every lowercase day…will find me building with gold, searching for silver, storing up precious stones.

What a loss, if the wind should come and all I be left with is wood, hay, and rubble.


Wrapping up “Our Story”

This is the final installment in a rather long series about how Daniel and I met–and became engaged. Click on the “Our Story” tag for context.

Two weeks after Daniel and I were engaged, Daniel’s mother and I road-tripped from Lincoln down to Wichita, where I saw the house that was to become my new home. I cooked my first meal in my future kitchen–and entertained Garcia family friends at the same time.

A month later, in November, my car broke down less than a week before I was to travel to Wichita again. I bought a new (used) car, drove it 300 miles to Wichita, and signed the title over to Daniel. We added me to Daniel’s car insurance, licensed the car in Kansas, and then drove it to Topeka for his mom’s family Thanksgiving. From there, we drove it up to Lincoln for my family Thanksgiving. The Sunday after Thanksgiving, we drove it back to Wichita to drop Daniel back at home–and I drove it back to Columbus again. We named the car “Alejandro” in honor of his new “Mexican” owner (hah). Alejandro gained 1200 miles in that crazy week.

Just a month later, I worked my last day in Columbus, traveled to Lincoln where we celebrated Christmas with both of our families, and we traveled back up to Columbus with a moving truck. We packed all my earthly possessions and made a caravan to Wichita. Daniel in the moving van, me in Alejandro, my dad driving Daniel’s car.

We unloaded all my earthly goods (except some clothing, which went to the home of the couple I would be staying with) in Daniel’s house and then returned my parents to Lincoln.

The next two and a half months were a whirlwind of unpacking, house-readying, wedding preparing, and new-life-starting. And then we were married at last.

At which point the story ends…

and begins.

You can catch the rest in real-time (errr…almost) right here on bekahcubed.


Recap (6/15/2013)

Stuff I’ve Read:

  • Suggestions for Thankfulness from Mark Altrogge (quoted by Vitamin Z)
    1. Thank God for all he did to redeem you.
    2. Thank God for your spouse and children if you have them.
    3. Thank God for spiritual blessings.
    4. Thank God for his word and hundreds of promises.
    5. Thank God for your church.
    6. Thank God for material blessings.
    7. Thank God for how he treats you.
    8. Thank God for as many mercies as you can discern in every affliction
    9. Thank God for future blessings

Nutrition News:

  • Nature rebukes Harvard epidemiologist for shooting off at the mouth (HT: Instapundit)
    According to the chair of Harvard’s Nutrition and Epidemiology chairman Walter Willett, one particular scientific study that disagrees with current nutrition dogma is “rubbish, and no one should waste their time reading it.”

    The study in question was a meta-analysis indicating that overweight (but not obese) people live longer than those in the “normal weight” category. From Willett’s criticism, one might think that this work was published by self-submittal on a non-peer-reviewed web-only journal, right? Think again. How about the prestigious, 130-year-old peer-reviewed Journal of the American Medical Association? You got it.

    Apparently “the church” isn’t the only institution interested in squashing science that contradicts its beliefs.


Transitioning into Marriage

About a month ago, Melinda and Carrie from Wholesome Womanhood asked me if I would be willing to participate in a blog carnival answering the questions:

“How did you transition between singleness and marriage? Was it difficult? Were there some things about marriage that surprised you?”

I immediately agreed, thinking I’d love to share my (very) recent experiences. What I wasn’t necessarily thinking about at the time was what the really honest answer to those questions would be–and how hard it would be to write those down.

The truth is, to answer the questions in reverse: Sex surprised me. It was difficult. I’m not quite sure how the transition happened–except with lots of grace, lots of patience, and lots of communication.

I want to give a warning to my readers. I’m not going to be graphic, but I am going to talk about sex pretty frankly–since that has been the most difficult change for Daniel and I.


In retrospect, we were given some warning. Kevin Lehman talked in Sheet Music about how married sex is different than illicit premarital sex (I am so glad neither of us had to deal with comparisons there!) in that you’re learning what makes *one person* tick. My mom cautioned that all the books in the world couldn’t tell me what *Daniel* would want or what would feel good to *me*.

Still, I somehow had the impression that sex would just be a matter of doing the right things. Furthermore, I read three different books on sex (Kevin Lehman’s Sheet Music, Gary Smalley and Ted Cunningham’s The Language of Sex, and Ed Wheat’s Intended for Pleasure) so I had a good idea of what the right things were. Or so I thought.

I learned pretty quickly that my perception was completely wrong.

What I learned is that Daniel is not just any man and I am not just any woman. I am myself, he is himself. Just because the books say men prefer this or that doesn’t mean Daniel prefers either. Just because the books say women like this or that doesn’t mean I like either. Instead, we had to learn (mostly from scratch) what pleases one another.

What I learned about sex as a newly married woman (Okay, so I’m still a newly married woman–just three months in) is that sex is hard work. Sex requires practice, persistence, patience. And it requires communication.

We learned that we had to relax our expectations. Sex will not necessarily be amazing every time. Sometimes it might hurt. What seemed to work a few days ago may not work today. We learned that trying to make every time we had sex a “10” just stressed us out–and too often resulted in tears of disappointment instead of tears of joy. We had to relax and focus on intimacy, on learning about one another, on enjoying the small (and sometimes large) pleasures. As we did, our overall experience improved–as did our outlook towards the more “ho-hum” moments.

We learned that we had to be willing to experiment. A lot of the practical advice in the books I read was centered around spicing up a boring sex life–which I suppose is useful for a couple who’s been married for a while and maybe has gotten into a rut. But for the couple who hasn’t really figured out what works for them? The books weren’t too helpful. We had to learn to experiment on our own–with different positions, different types of foreplay, different ways of communicating with one another what we liked, different brands of lubrication, different times of day. We had to be willing to retry things that didn’t quite work, switching up a variable or two. As we did, we learned more about ourselves and each other–and added to our list of shared experiences.

We learned that we had to keep on communicating. We both of us had to be willing to say “That’s really not working for me” or “Why don’t you try…” We’ve had to be vocal about when we were enjoying something. We’ve learned that we need to keep talking about differing expectations for frequency of sex, length of sex, whatever. We’ve had to learn to ask when we don’t understand each other’s facial expressions or sounds. Even though we discussed sex, including our expectations, prior to getting married, we have had to keep on discussing sex frequently since then.

We learned that we had to be patient.

Sex isn’t learned overnight. Great sex doesn’t happen in a week-long honeymoon or even a month of regular practice. There are plenty of things that we still need to learn about each other and how to please one another more fully. But, the good news is that we know that practice and patience pays off. Communication and care produces results. And we have the rest of our lives to continue to learn how to have truly outstanding sex.


Please note: When I had my husband read this over, he reminded me that what I’ve said above isn’t really new. The books *did* warn of these same things–but in our premarital optimism we somehow glossed over those things. Daniel says that the most important thing *he’s* learned has been from the paragraph that starts “What I learned is that Daniel is not just any man and I am not just any woman.”


Don’t forget to visit Melinda and Carrie’s blog post to see how other women transitioned into marriage.


It’s not just dietitian stuff

She asked if I had a food handler’s permit. I told her that I didn’t.

“I am a Registered Dietitian, though. I’m not sure what the regulations are here regarding that.”

She looked confused and moved me to a non-food-handling position.

A few weeks later, she approached me following a training at the Health Department. “Mrs. Garcia, right?”

I didn’t remember her.

“From The Soup Kitchen?” she reminded me.

Ah yes.

She explained that I could sign up for Food Handler’s courses just around the corner. “I think you’ll find it very informative,” she said. “It’s not just dietitian stuff–they talk about the proper temperatures to keep food at and what kind of sicknesses you can get from food, and how to wash your hands right.”

I bit my tongue and reminded myself that just because someone works for the health department doesn’t mean they have any idea what a dietitian’s training is.

It’s true that food safety isn’t everyone’s first thought when they think of a dietitian’s training–but that doesn’t mean my training isn’t in food safety.

I’ve analyzed recipes for critical control points. I’ve audited kitchens for food safety compliance. I’ve taught handwashing and appropriate temperatures. I talk about one of those food-borne illnesses (listeria) on a daily basis with my clients.

Additionally, I am certified to TEACH the food safety class a lot of food service managers have to go through to be able to manage a restaurant.

That’s dietitian stuff.

Really.

It may be hard to believe, but dietetics IS about more than just calories.