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Separating the Man from the Myth: Why It's Okay to Love Cliff Huxtable

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Like the rest of you, I've been shocked, saddened, and totally in denial of the allegations regarding Bill Cosby that are flooding the media everywhere.  I can't bear to pick up that new People magazine or read any more articles about the 21 (and counting) women who have come forward with horrific accounts.  It makes me sick to my stomach, and not because I know Bill Cosby at all.

But, all I desperately want is for someone to stand up and say "It's okay to still love Cliff Huxtable!" So, that's what I'm doing now.

I don't know Mr. Cosby.  I got to see him perform once, years ago, at the Orange County State Fair.  It was silly, nostalgic, and kind of surreal to see such a legend create comedy out of thin air.  But, beyond the occasional TV interview, I know nothing of the man himself.  To me, Bill Cosby is the myth - unknown, distant, and now completely unrelatable.  I don't know him.

But, I know Cliff Huxtable.  I've seen every episode of The Cosby Show multiple times, like many of you, and I vividly remember wiping tears off my cheeks when I watched the finale on TV.

Cliff Huxtable was kind, brilliant, hilarious, respectful, responsible, and would be completely disgusted at the despicable acts that Mr. Cosby is being accused of.  It would sicken him.  It would make him sit his five children down and discuss the importance of integrity in this mess-of-a-world.

Cliff Huxtable is NOT Bill Cosby.  Cliff Huxtable is the man.  A good man.  The man who brought laughter and truth into my heart and home every week of my childhood.  The man who loved his wife with humor and grace.  The man who taught his children how to make the world a better, safer place.

The Huxtable family didn't just teach me about family dynamics, it taught me about diversity and gender equality.  See, I grew up on a farm in the middle of Kansas.  I went to a high school of 98 kids and graduated with a class size of 16.  (Did I mention this was a public high school comprised of three neighboring towns?)

The reality of growing up like this is that I didn't get to know anyone who wasn't white until college.  (I know - it's even hard for me to believe.)  And almost all the moms I knew didn't work outside the home.  But, because I grew up in a home where love, equality, and integrity were held in high value, I didn't bat an eye when I welcomed the Huxtables into our living room each week.  The Huxtables weren't an "impressive African-American family with a working mother and father" - they were just a family!  They set a norm for me - and an expectation that a "healthy family" can look a lot of different ways.

These truths, these positive memories, these endearing and nostalgic attachments I hold to the television show have nothing to do with the reality of Mr. Cosby today.  Nothing can take that away from me, or you, or our children who might watch reruns with us in the future.  And while I fiercely cringe at the horrifying thought of what may have gone on behind the scenes of his personal life, I refuse to let the headlines strip me away the virtues of the Huxtable family.  You don't get to do that, Mr. Cosby, you can't take that away from us.

So, if no one else is saying it - I'm saying it:  I love Cliff Huxtable.  And when I see hoagies or crazy sweaters in the future, I'm going to smile and embrace my memories with open arms.  In the meantime, I pray justice is served for Mr. Cosby while peace and insurmountable grace be given to those women who have come forward - that's what Cliff would have wanted too.

TBT: 50 Shades of Marriage

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Now that the movie for "Fifty Shades of Grey" is all abuzz, I'm re-posting this blog for ThrowBack Thursday.  I'll admit I was rather hot-headed about the issue when I originally wrote this post about 18 months ago - but, I stand by my every word below.  I don't really care whether you read the book or see the movie - I care about your thought-life, your marriage, and your focus on what nurtures your life and your marriage.  We have far better things to focus on within our REALITY than anything fantasy could ever offer.  

Original post:

Chances are good that by now you have heard about the book "50 Shades of Grey" - either on a talk show or on Facebook or even from a friend or neighbor.  I heard about it on the Today Show, and was pretty appalled to hear that this new, sleazy series has swept the globe with such popularity.  They are calling it "mommy porn"...erotica that women evidently don't have to be ashamed to keep on their nightstand for the world to see.

Well, here at pardymama, I try to walk the line of airing my opinion whilst remaining compassionate in judgment.  I'm not here to say "don't do this or that" - I'm far from being your Holy Spirit.  But, it is my blog and frankly, I get to write what I want about whatever I want, so here we go...  Personally, I will not be reading "50 Shades of Grey".  Not only does it kinda gross me out at the thought of putting descriptive words about S&M in my head, but I have no desire to seek out sexual escape that reaches beyond my marriage.  That being said, feel free to judge me about making a judgment about something I haven't and won't take part in.  Fair enough.

So, why am I even writing this post?  

Because, I'm seeing crap about this stupid book everywhere.  And, what I find most troubling is the sense I get that so many women are desperate for an outlet beyond the boundaries of their bedroom, their marriage, and their every day life.  We're not talking about your usual mental escape either...this is not to say that every form of entertainment is worthless or without merit.  I enjoy a good story, a great movie, an uplifting read just like the rest of us.  But, certainly you can see the difference between watching Dumb and Dumber on a Saturday afternoon with your husband (albeit, no merit for the intellect) and losing yourself in some pornographic trilogy about a sadist millionaire.

This is what I'm saying:  as Christians, as wives, as mothers...red flags should be popping up on our radar when so many women are seeking fantasy.  This is dangerous stuff, wildfire even.  It's not that "50 Shades of Grey" is the problem...it's what it represents.  The popularity of such material just showcases the fact that "maybe something better exists out there" - a tease at our fantasy world, an escape from our life of burp rags and dish gloves, an outlet away from our husband who forgot to pick up the gallon of milk.

Fantasy for women is very emotional, and leaves us heartsick at the notion that either we aren't good enough to be worthy of a better life, or resentful at the fact that we deserve more.

Entertaining thoughts of a better life than the one God has given us stirs in our souls a belief that is nothing more than a downright lie:  "I'm missing out".  If you don't believe me, just ask Eve...you can start at Genesis 1:1 and go from there and give me a call when you get to the good part.

So, I'm here to say, guard your heart.  This isn't about sex.  This isn't about a pop-culture-phenomenon-book they are talking about on Entertainment Tonight.  This isn't about "but, Emily, you don't understand...my husband is so blah blah blah".  I understand there are hurting marriages out there, and there is actual, tangible help available for you to heal and find God's BEST for you.  But, to the majority of us - be wise and aware to the warning and quick to question whatever "fantasy" that you might partake and what it may actually be rustling up in you.

Maybe, it's not so much that you need a new partner as it is you need a new perspective.  

Remember when you first started dating your husband and you just felt like he was your entire world?  As your marriage grows and your love deepens and your kids start eating into your time together, it is amazing how roles in relationships change.  Sure, there is the mundane - the fact that my spouse is the handyman and the trash man and the tech geek and even the kitty litter changer.  But, he is so much more than that.

The next time you are tempted to wish for a new life or a different spouse, I want you to remember that God has given you a man who is a perfect fit to fulfill all the roles you need him for in your life together as a married couple.  In other words, it's what I like to call:

50 Shades of Marriage

1. Helper
2. Partner
3. Teammate
4. Lover
5. Comrade
6. Companion
7. Sweetheart
8. Co-conspirator
9. Accessory
10. Collaborator
11. Paramour
12. Flame
13. Darling
14. Dear
15. Beloved
16. Admirer
17. Treasure
18. Heartthrob
19. [the] One
20. Biggest Fan
21. Encourager
22. Defender
23. Follower
24. Champion
25. Cheerleader
26. Ally
27. Spouse
28. Compadre
29. Kin
30. Associate
31. Counselor
32. Better Half
33. Ball and/or Chain
34. Helpmate
35. Peer
36. Friend
37. Playmate
38. Bedmate
39. Sidekick
40. Accomplice
41. Complement
42. Date
43. Crony
44. Chum
45. Buddy
46. Rib
47. Steady
48. Aide
49. Supporter
50. Soulmate

What more could you possibly want?

Oprah pt. 4

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Check out Part One!
Check out Part Two!
Check out Part Three!

Preface:
Today's post will be a bit shortened for a few reasons.  1) It's like 11pm and it's been a taxing day. 2) I didn't take handwritten notes at either of these sessions.  It was the final session time of the day and I really wanted to appreciate, enjoy, and absorb all that was being offered.  So, I observed and soaked up as much as I could.  Direct quotes are taken either from video that I sneakily recorded at the time or from the O Magazine twitter feed.  3) I want to keep you all interested enough to come back for Friday's major post.

Thanks for sticking with me through this week!  It's been a doozy!

Who spoke?  Iyanla Vanzant
Iyanla Vanzant, accomplished author, inspirational speaker, talk-show host, and living testament to the value in life's valleys and the power of acting on faith, goes behind closed doors and deep inside people's lives for emotional, riveting conversations.  Iyanla has had a unique life filled with many personal struggles, which she has overcome and used in order to help herself become stronger.  Now, she's back, hosting Iyanla: Fix My Life, a new series on OWN.  Iyanla is helping people fix their lives, using her past to help others' futures - she puts the real  in reality. [Official bio from the O YOU! program]

About what?
Iyanla burst onto the stage with the energy of a young preacher hosting a revival!  As the entire day was centered around "O YOU!" she began a series of comments starting with the phrase...

"Oh you!...who's yadda yadda yadda..".  This wavered from the incidental (Oh you who is here today) to the profound (Oh you who has already made it) to the revelatory (Oh you who needed it yesterday).

It went on for several minutes, cleverly, and honestly I couldn't tell whether she was making it up as she went along by pure inspiration or if she had memorized it all ahead of time.  It really fired up the crowd and kept us all nodding and smiling.

She took off her uncomfortable shoes and just carried them over her shoulder as she paced the stage back and forth.  Cute and a little kooky.

"I am the part of you that's willing to stand up, not worrying about what other people are about to say."

She gave an illustration about sports and life.  She said she really didn't know anything about sports, but she knew enough that she knew when a player was on the court/field/diamond/rink that they didn't worry about the trash around them...the trash from the crowd in the stands.  She knew that (let's use football, for example) if that football player was headed toward a goal, he didn't stop along the way to pick up a wrapper from food that got in the way.  It wasn't his trash to deal with.  It was just an obstacle, a distraction maybe, but it had nothing to do with getting to his true destination.

She said this was like life.  You gotta just keep going forward.  She said life isn't in a straight line where you can see everything ahead perfectly.  Life is a curved road.

"The road curves because if God showed us the distance from where we are to where we want to go, we'd think it was too far."

What did I think?
I think the women in that arena were so fired up to see Oprah (who was coming next) that they would have applauded like mad no matter who was on the stage.  However, Iyanla has such a striking voice, such charisma to her demeanor, that you simply couldn't ignore the words she spoke.  She was wholly motivating.  And the way she spoke so definitively about any subject, you just believed what she was saying.  You didn't want to argue with her.  You just wanted to yell out "AMEN!" or give a little "woot woot!" from your seat and maybe high-five your neighbor.

I wasn't sure if I was listening to poetry or a sermon or a coach's speech at half-time.  It was confusing and invigorating all the same, and yet, I almost couldn't keep up with how simple it all was.  I know this sounds as clear as mud to you, but I don't really know another way to put it.  She gave simple analogies (life is like sports, okay) but then threw out these lines of conclusion that seemingly wrapped it all up in this nice little didn't-you-just-have-an-epiphany feeling, yet left me feeling like "Wait a second, is that right?  Does that make sense?  Is that true?"

Iyanla is a motivator.  She is gifted and inspiring and you feel like you are being hit in the head with little cross-stitched pillows when you listen to her.  You know, those little pillows that look lovely from afar, filling a gap in the middle of a comfortable chair because you just aren't really sure what else to do with it, so you let it fill a void for the time being.  Little pillows that have sayings stitched into them that sound lovely and ideal and clever and yet lose all intention and true meaning because you have no idea how it would apply to your real life in the middle of a real crisis dealing with real people.  Little pillows that are soft and comforting and cover up stains on cushions you don't know what to do with otherwise.

Huh.  Maybe Iyanla's not the only one with some analogies up her sleeve after all.  (Haha.)  I only wish I could have gotten a some concrete follow-through on her steps of motivation.  I had the energy, I just wanted the application!  That is to say, I really liked listening to Iyanla, but I was left with emotion, not action.  Don't just accept good feeling "advice" to fill a void with an answer just because you can't tolerate the unknown.

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Who spoke? Oprah Winfrey
She needs no bio.  If you don't know who Oprah is you shouldn't be reading this blog - go wiki Oprah and get back to me.  (This video was already after a few minutes of cheering, by the way!)


About what?
Oprah's entrance was incredible.  To say the crowd went insane would be the understatement of the century.  Everyone must have cheered for five solid minutes.  Not only did she do an adorable little shuffle-step-dance as she waved and smiled; but, she also shot the cover of a spring edition of O Magazine on stage, live!

Oprah graced the stage radiantly in a lovely mint green dress, and opened with a short-background (as if we'd never heard it before) about being conceived by accident by two underprivileged, uneducated parents who didn't want her.  She was raised by her grandmother and always felt as if she was meant for something great, but didn't know what.  She said as she grew up being taken to church by her grandma that she was the child in the front pew, listening to the preacher, who genuinely and whole-heartedly believed there was a calling on her life.

Of course, we pretty much know the rest of the story, and she unexpectedly rose to fame by climbing a surprising ladder of terrible news anchoring jobs to then talk show host where she really found her purpose on the planet.  She mostly breezed through this part of her story as we in the audience were familiar with it already.  Still, astounding.

She quoted Joseph Campbell, "The privilege of a lifetime is to be who you are."

She said the following (and this is verbatim, transcribed from audio I recorded on my phone):

"What I know for sure is that there is a calling on every life today.  Be the star of your own life.  To recognize that every morning when you wake up that there is breath in your lungs, and you can claim the day, you can claim the day, you can claim the victory of the day, understanding that there is something at work and at will in your life as it is in all of our lives.  I feel so, so blessed to have been able to have led a life that I'm allowed to stand before you and speak to you and share the wisdom that God has put inside myself.  To offer that on multi-platforms. ...I don't care about what the form is, what I care about is what the message is.  What I care about is being able to speak to an audience, to speak to you in such a way that you understand that your life matters.  Who you are matters.  What you do with your life matters. What you take upon yourself and how you show the world every day and present yourself matters.  That your calling into space, into this earthly plane, matters.  And that the real work...is to understand...the real reason you are here is that the power of the Creator blew into you the breath of life.  That breath of life comes with enormous responsibility.  To honor the privilege that is you.  The privilege that is you, when you think about that, the privilege of a lifetime is to be who you are."

She then told a short, recent story of how she had felt a lump in her breast (everything is fine, she later revealed).  But, when she was seeing the doctor and laying on the table with uncertainty as they brought in other doctors to come and speak with her, she was feeling overwhelmed with the unknown.

She said "As I was lying there on the table, I felt the greatest calm...and you know what my prayer was?  'In God, I move, and breath, and have my being.  In God, I move, and breath, and have my being. And no matter what, in God, I move, and breath, and have my being,' and it's going to be all right."

She ended with, "The work that needs to be done, right where you are right now, starting today from this moment, to use all of this information to be you, this privilege, when you do that, you honor the fullness of your creation.  Bless you."

What did I think?
I think you'll have to wait until Friday to really find out.



Oprah pt. 2

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Find out what's up with this week in Part One.

 
Today's post cover's Suze Orman and Dr. Phil.  I'll warn you, it's a lengthy post, but probably as long as it will get for the week - so hang with me!


Who spoke?  Suze Orman
Two-time Emmy Award winner Suze Orman has been called "a force in the world of personal finance," and has been O, The Oprah Magazine's go-to gal since the first issue.  For 11 years, Suze has hosted the award-winning Suze Orman Show on CNBC and is nine-time consecutive New York Times best-selling author.  Suze was twice named by Time magazine as one of the most influential people in the world today.  She has garnered an unprecedented seven Gracie awards, which recognize the nation's best programming for, by and about women.  Orman grew up on the South Side of Chicago, earned a bachelor's degree in social work at the University of Illinois, and at the age of 30 was still a waitress making $400 a month.  Suze appeared on The Oprah Winfrey Show 26 times, produced The Money Class series for OWN, and is the host of The Suze Orman Show on CNBC. [official bio from the O YOU! program]

About what?
No doubt Suze Orman is a financial wizard.  Not only that, but she is a woman and 61 years old.  She emphasized the importance of women learning about their financial standings straight from the get-go.  Women tend to not necessarily pay attention to their finances as closely as they ought simply because they are often preoccupied with placing their attention elsewhere, namely others.  "We [women] know how to take care of everybody so well, but the one person we've taken out of the equation is us."

She then told her own journey to fame and fortune.  She grew up under adverse and troubling circumstances, as a minority in South Chicago and quite poor.  While working as a waitress in a small bakery, making $400 a month at the age of 30, she didn't have her sights set on grand goals for her future.  An elderly customer gave her a gift totaling $50,000 to go and change her life and pay him back if and when she could.  She brought the money to Merrill Lynch where it was lost through a crooked investor within a few months.  She then went to work for them, sued them, and got her money back.  This loss of $50,000, though terrifying at the time, ended up being the "gift" that eventually led her to where she is today.

"Be where you are in the moment you are there, and that path will lead you exactly where you want to be."
"Every NO leads you closer to a YES."
"The six greatest words you could say are 'I admit that I was wrong'."
"God shows you who you are meant to be by showing you how strong you are."
"Choose the RIGHT thing to do, not the EASY thing."
"God allows U-Turns."

Those are just a few of the quotes Suze threw in throughout her personal tale of rags to riches.  She said that FEAR was the greatest internal obstacle to wealth and that you need to not be afraid to say NO to others.  She said your actions, thoughts, and words need to be unified/one and that "Your thoughts create your destiny."

Suze was very big on the power that thought has in one's life.  She said you should think great thoughts.  That thoughts need to be kind, necessary, and true and that you should forget anything else that isn't those things, just get rid of those other thoughts because thoughts are what turn into actions and actions into habits and habits into destiny.

She was able to repay her $50,000 debt to her elderly customer friend, and after a couple years went by she finally heard from him.  He sent her a letter that said he was sorry for the delay but he had suffered a stroke and her money had come at the perfect time.  He thanked her for the privilege of helping her, and that's when it struck her that the true gift is in the giving.

Women give too much and take too little.  You need to realize that you are in debt to the people you GIVE to.

"Power attracts money and powerlessness repels it.  Money has no power on its own."  Suze went on to say that we have a choice to use money to either invest, save, or waste as we deem fit.  That power attracts people and people attract money, and therefore power attracts money.  But, debt is bondage.  Debt is powerlessness.  You must stop debt and regain your power.

Suze asked who had debt and meant it as a rhetorical question, but one brave woman stood up.  Then, she laughed a little and said well, why don't we go ahead and stand up if we have credit card debt!  Several women stood.  Then she asked those people to stand who had any kind of debt:  mortgage, cars, student loans, anything.  Then she said "Tell the person next to you how much debt you have."

There seemed to be a collective sigh of compassion across the room.  Nobody gasped in judgement.  Nobody scoffed or mocked.  She offered total acceptance, yet went on to emphasize the brutal importance of ridding yourself of that bondage.  Suze is deliberate in her priorities, however, always reminding the audience that the order of importance in life is/should be:  People, then money, then things.

"You can't solve a money problem with money," she said.  "You are already perfect with or without money." But, she offered 3 Money Laws to change where you are today into taking a step towards your best life:

1. Get as much pleasure out of saving as spending.
2. Live BELOW your means but within your NEEDS.
3. Before you purchase anything, decide whether it is a WANT or a NEED.

She added that you should say no to WANTS out of love for yourself.

Suze closed with what she calls her "Five Laws of Life":
1. May every thought you think be etched in fire in the sky for the whole world to see, for in fact it is.
2. May every word that you say be said as if everyone in the world could hear it, for in fact they can.
3. May every deed that you do recoil on top of your head, for in fact it will.
4. May every wish that you wish another be a wish that you wish for yourself, because in fact it is.
5. May everything you do be done as if God Herself is doing it, for in fact She is.

What did I think?
I gotta say, I liked Suze Orman a lot more than I anticipated.  Having seen her on Oprah's show in the past, I knew that she could be a rather in-your-face, abrasive, tell-it-like-it-is-whether-you-like-it-or-not kind of expert.  But, I also knew that she sure knew a heck of a whole lot more about money than I did, and as we are chipping our way through bondage (er, I mean, debt) I figured this was a great opportunity to listen up and learn something.

Her story is pretty remarkable.  Obviously anyone who can go from earning $400 a month and thinking that was pretty great to then making the NYTimes Best Seller list (and the accolades go on and on) is nothing short of extraordinary.  That's just crazy-business, really!  Impressive, yes.

And, let's be honest here, she's got some things RIGHT ON.  I am familiar with Dave Ramsey and have been through Crown Financial Ministries myself, so I do have an understanding when it comes to what is being taught about "stewardship" in the Christian community today.  That is to say, the Church has come a long way (no doubt the recession has prompted more and more need for these financial ministries) when it comes to talking about money as Christians.  But, I'd like to challenge us to take it a step further, and Suze is what got me thinking about this.

Empowering women to understand their own finances and the financial needs of their family specifically is a great idea.  Many Christian households have one bread-winner, typically the male, and many times that male is the financial advisor of the home.  Not only that, but let's just call a turkey a turkey and put it out there:  a lot of women don't know crap when it comes to their money.  Boom.  That's the truth.

Can you tell the person next to you exactly how much debt you have?  Do you know the interest rate on your student loan? Do you have a living trust for your children in case something happens to you?  Can you tell me what an IRA is?  (No, seriously, can you tell me because I still don't understand exactly?)

Money for women is often intimidating, burdensome, and even boring.  It's one of those topics we are happy to hand the reigns over to the man just so we don't have to calculate how much we can spend on groceries this week.  Just give me the credit card or the cash and let me worry about the coupons and do the best I can.  Done.

Lots of couples avoid the topic of money all together, until it becomes a volatile discussion or worse.  This isn't to say that every man out there already knows or understands all of this either, but then that is an even scarier thought for us women in the unknown - handing over reigns to an intimidating topic we aren't willing to learn about ourselves and just hoping he knows what he's doing.  But, what's to happen if there is a divorce or a death?  It's not fun to think about, but it is reality.

All this to say, the Church could bridge this gap more closely.  The Bible has a LOT to say about money, and while we are tackling subjects like tithing and stewardship, it wouldn't hurt to take the gals of the congregation aside and explain some simple money subjects that they can learn for the health and protection of their family.  Couple communication about finances should be greatly encouraged.  Honesty and trust should be partnered and revered when discussing such sensitive topics.

But, Suze (no shock here) didn't get everything right, in my opinion.  It's funny to me how she so easily and dynamically slipped in "self-help" topics between her financial tips.  She would be the first to say that they go hand-in-hand and you simply have to deal with who you are and what your purpose and value are as a human before you even start to evaluate your things or money.  But, when she mentions how "thoughts create destiny" and how "God shows you who you are meant to be by showing you how strong you are" I just can't agree.

You have purpose from the very beginning.  Your value in God's eyes never changes.  But, God already knows who you are, there's nothing new to be revealed to Him.  Ever.  We may be in constant discovery of who we envision ourselves to be, but it's not by being shown how strong or weak we are. We only discover ourself by being shown how strong God is.  His strength, not ours, is our goal.  His thoughts, not ours, is our ambition.  His identity, not ours, is the ultimate objective.

You can bank on that.  Pun intended.

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Who spoke?  Dr. Phil McGraw
Dr. Phil has motivated millions to create more positive lives.  That's why he is one of the hosts of Ask Oprah's All Stars and a regular contributor to O, The Oprah Magazine.  His own show, Dr. Phil, has made psychology accessible and understandable to the general public by addressing important personal and social issues.  He takes on critical issues and educates viewers about the best treatment options for the most challenging of problems facing people today.  Dr Phil is the author of six top New York Times best-sellers and is a regular on news programs such as The Today Show and  Good Morning America.  Dr. Phil lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Robin.  The couple have two sons, Jay and Jordan, and two grandchildren from son Jay and his wife, Erica. [official bio from the O YOU! program]

About what?
Life is made up of choices and patterns.  All choices have consequences.  Dr. Phil guaranteed one thing:  that absolutely one year from this very day...life would either be better or be worse that today. (Ha!)  No matter what, you will not be the same one year from now (and on, and on). Your choices will have consequences and that is what life is made up of...so, what are you doing to determine this outcome?

You can either live the life CHOSEN or the life ASSIGNED...but, you can't not choose.  You must participate.  You must make choices.  You should make choices consciously - choose truth, choose joy, choose peace, and claim what you want for your life.

In Dr. Phil's book Life Strategies he talks about a "Law of Life" and "You either GET IT or you don't".  Some people just don't get it.  He told a very animated and hilarious tale recounting a time when he was 16 and foolish.  He and some friends got caught drag racing, were pulled over by a cop, and one of the kids mouthed off to the cop and got his chops busted.  That kid just didn't get it.

We live in a changing world.  Experts say that our entire world's knowledge base is now doubling every 4 years.  Whoa.

"You truly determine what happens in your life, and your personal truth (that is, what you believe about yourself when no one is looking) generates results you believe you deserve."  When you compare your personal truth to other people's social mask, you basically undermine your best life.

You need to learn how to take care of yourself and your family - and you must understand that it is "NOT SELFISH TO PUT YOURSELF #1 ON YOUR LIST"

"You can't give away what you don't have."
"We don't need martyrs - we need mothers."

He recounted a story with his father shortly before his father passed away.  He said that in his terminal state, his father could look back on his life - the whole of it - and see milestones rising out of the timeline of his life.  He could see this vision of what was really important, and moments that truly became turning points in his life that clearly altered the direction his life took.

We need to try and learn to recognize these milestones/turning points in the present.  We need to pay attention and try to understand the ramifications of what we are really doing/saying/modeling.

93% of communication is non-verbal.  What are you really telling others?  What are you really modeling for your kids?  YOU make a statement - know what it is and OWN it.  Let that statement motivate you.

Success throughout history leaves clues for us.  Dr. Phil has always studied success/successful people, even from an early age, and has seen specific patterns in successful people that has determined how success doesn't just happen by accident.  YOU can be successful too.

Clues of Success:
1.  People see what success is, they can see exactly what they want - you have to name it to claim it!
2. Successful people have a strategy.  The only difference between goals and dreams is a TIMELINE.  Every day, you should work for what you WANT and not what you don't want.
3. The universe rewards ACTION.  Successful people take action towards a known outcome.  BEHAVE your way to success.  Winners do things losers don't want to do.
4. Successful people are willing to take a RISK.
5. Deal with the TRUTH.  Deal with reality/truth and work the problem.  Be proactive.
6. Every successful person has supporters - they built a system that believed in them.  A system that wants you to succeed.
7. Successful people have passion.  They live through their heart, not their ideas, and are driven.  People bond heart to heart, not head to head.  That is, supporters are won over because of your passion.  You need to believe in what you do and your "support nucleus" needs to believe in  you.  Get excited about it - model this for your kids.

What did I think?
Or should I say, "How's that workin for me?"  (A little humor for the Dr. Phil fans out there, right?)  Well, I've always liked Dr. Phil.  He's a sharp-shooter and a former Texan (or is it once a Texan, always a Texan?), and I like his candor.  I like how he calls it like he sees it, and oftentimes he tells people exactly what we want him to tell them but don't know how to put it into words (or at least, in cool phrases that somehow include analogies to opossums or guns or something).

I like that Dr. Phil motivates with psychology.  Even his bio clarifies how he has made "psychology understandable" for many, and I love that about him.  He doesn't offer much advice that is easy to argue with.  He speaks in solid phrases that are simple and powerful, and very very often true.  His bumbling barbarism is adorably contrasted by the wisdom out of his mouth, and there is something very is-this-bear-going-to-hug-me-or-eat-me about him that keeps us all on the edge of our seats.

I think you can take the majority of what Dr. Phil says to heart.  Much of it is easily applicable to every day life, and when you put it into action I believe you can witness results.  (Can you feel the "however" coming?)

However, there is a fundamental flaw in his advice.  The fact that he defines "personal truth" again and again as "what you believe about yourself when no one is looking" and how that determines your life by generating results you believe you deserve.  That, we wear these "social masks" and then take them off only when we are alone, and therefore we project what we think we deserve for our life and destiny follows suit.

This just doesn't hold up.  It sounds logical at first, but think about it for a while.  There's a lot of really terrible people out there living happy lives.  There's a lot of selfless people living in poverty.  There's a lot of arrogant people failing.  There's a lot of losers out there raking it in.

Sure, I do think that there are many people who have been hurt by people who then unconsciously seek out relationships that take advantage of them simply because they feel that's as far as their value takes them.  I get that he's addressing these people and these kinds of situations, and that's true sometimes.  But, if we truly are our true truest self when no one is looking...and yet, the goal is to become "successful" by building a supportive nucleus of "believers-in-us" around ourselves...then, what difference does it make who we really are?  You can't have it both ways.

If that were true, then either what YOU believe about yourself determines what happens in your life, or what OTHERS believe about yourself determines what happens in your life.  And, in fact, I would argue to say that it is neither of these options.

Here's the truth.  YOU are an OTHER.  There is us, and there is God.  There are lies, and there is truth.  There is darkness, and there is light.  And, reaching your highest potential (i.e. your greatest success) isn't dependent upon your belief in yourself, what others think of you, or even the actions you take.  Your "success" is wholly determined in your dependence upon God.  By increasing your dependence on God, you decrease your need for independence.  By decreasing your need for independence, your definition of true success becomes solely focused on pleasing Him (obedience), praising Him (gratitude), and practicing His ways (service to others).  Either you are going to trust Him or not.  Either you are going to accept that He wants what is best for you, or you aren't.

It sounds magical and lovely to think about sitting in the present and being able to grasp and recognize the full potential and impact of every moment, every ramification of our actions and therefore be able to completely alter our future based upon our evaluation of our current circumstances.  But, it's kind of bologna.  Beautiful, magical, lovely bologna...but, bologna.

But, there's good news!  We have a God who is OMNISCIENT so we don't have to be!  Hallelujah!

You don't have to worry why your projected personal truth didn't get you that job promotion you were so sure you deserved...you already have a Savior with a plan who can see that staying in your current position will keep you from being fired a year from now.

You don't have to be concerned with why your belief in yourself didn't pan out in your not getting pregnant on the first try (or second or third...or twentieth) when you have a Lord who has a sweet baby waiting to be adopted just by you.

And you don't have to hide when your social mask can't cover up your tears any longer when your sin becomes unbearable and your strength is lost...it's never too much for the only support nucleus you'll ever really need in your Jesus who is waiting for you, forever and always.

Now, that's what I call living your best life.

OPRAH pt. 1

Monday, October 22, 2012

This week is going to be unlike any other in my blogging history.  I'm taking on a FULL week of writing, with a NEW post every single day, totally devoted to one topic:  Oprah.

Now, before you close your web browser (wait!) or write me off for good (hold on!) keep reading (I promise, there's a method to the madness!)    Here's the scoop:  this weekend I went to a pretty crazy yet completely inviting conference in LA called "O YOU!" that The Oprah Magazine held to showcase their top speakers/writers/life-changers featuring the likes of Gayle King, Suze Orman, Dr. Phil, Dr. Laura Berman, Peter Walsh, Iyanla Vanzant, and of course, the queen of talk herself, Oprah Winfrey.

I'm gonna break this down nice and easy for you so you can quickly decide for yourself whether you'll stick with me through this week or quit rolling your eyes any time soon.

Why did I go?
I realize that many of you might not like Oprah at all.  I realize many of you might be offended at the idea of her, what she stands for, who she votes for, or what you may have heard her (or someone on her show) say in the past.  I realize that some of you might think she is just fluff and a billionaire completely out of touch with the real world.  Fair enough, we are all entitled to our opinions.

However, no matter what you think of her, you can not deny the fact that Oprah (and the other speakers endorsed by her) influence millions.  Think about that for a second.  What she says, believes, teaches, passes on, challenges, or promotes has incredible power in our culture and in societies all over the world.  If that's not something to stop and notice, I don't know what is.  She is a living legend and an icon, no doubt.  She and her fellow influencers have altered history and changed the lives of millions, many of which are women.

I'll put it out there right now:  I like Oprah.  Obviously, this comes as no surprise since it would have been an unbearable feat to go to something so "pro-Oprah"had I been smug about her.  I grew up watching her, and from my earliest memories I can recall sitting at the kitchen table helping my mother fold laundry and watching Oprah at 3pm nearly every day.  My mom and I would bond through the years to come, always watching Oprah and taking in her latest interviews, makeovers, revelations, and advice.  As I moved out of the house, went to college, got married, had babies, I could always turn on Oprah in the afternoon and feel like I was that small country girl just folding laundry and wondering what glimpse into culture I would get that day.  It might sound silly, but it became quite sentimental in my routine, and I'll admit I shed more than one tear when Oprah aired her final show back in May 2011.

I had always wanted the chance to go see Oprah's show in Chicago, and never did.  So, when I was flipping through the pages of O Magazine a few months back and saw the ad for O YOU! coming to the Los Angeles Convention Center...well, I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.  1) A day all to myself with no kids 2) A day full of lectures, advice, tips, self-help, life-improvement, and motivation 3) A chance to see Oprah speak live.  I figured, if nothing else, I could squeeze out a good blog or two out of the experience...so, here we are...and I've got a lot more than that in store for you all.

What's in store?
I won't say that O YOU! changed my life.  It didn't.  But, it did change my perspective on a lot of things and opened my eyes to some truths that I never expected.  Above all, (and if this doesn't hook you into reading through the week, I don't know what will) it brought me closer to Jesus...but, not at all in the way you might think.  That is to say, Oprah did not bring me closer to Jesus.  Jesus brought me closer to Jesus, but you'll have to wait until the end of the week to find out how.

I was glad I attended O YOU! by myself.  It was daunting at first (How many freeways to the LACC?) and a little inconvenient at times (Excuse me, would you hold my seat while I run to the restroom to breast pump?) but, it gave me the chance to completely soak up all the information I was given, interpret it for myself, and totally analyze it within my discretion.  But, I wish for sake of discussion that all of you could have been there too, just so we could be on the same page when it comes to my final evaluation.  So...here's the best I can do...

Over the next three days, I'm going to break down the entire day for you.  Being a writer, I purposefully took intricate notes of every session I was in, and want to give you as best a rundown of these lectures as I can recreate.  Granted, they won't be verbatim.  Granted, I'm a Christian and a mother and in my early thirties, so you'll be getting my perspective of what was important to me through what I heard them speak about, nothing more.  I'll be including the official O YOU! program's bio of each speaker, so that those of you who might be unfamiliar with the person can get a little context of who that person is or why we should even care.

I want to give you context, background, the gist of their talk, and a short synopsis of what I took away from their session.  I do not necessarily (read that again if you must) endorse, agree with, or support everything that they talk about.  Nor do I necessarily disagree with it all.  This is why I'll be giving my own "take away" after each.  I'll be covering two speakers per day, so there is bound to be a topic of interest to you somewhere in that mix, I promise.

Then what?
If you're as good at math as I am (haha) then you realize that leaves one more day in this 5-part series.  On Friday (and you're not gonna wanna miss this) I'm getting freaking real with you about all this.  I'm not just talking about "Did I end up liking Oprah or not?" or "Was I glad I went?"  No, no, no.  I'm talking about why it matters to us as humans, as women, as Christians when 5,000 women stand up crying and shouting and worshipping  when it has nothing to do with Jesus.  Or doesn't it?

On Friday I'll be rolling out the truth behind why I think it makes a difference to stop and take notice at influencers like Oprah, and how that can affect our own spiritual life for better or for worse.  And finally, I'll be examining the culture of these insane Oprah-fanatics and telling you a couple of scary get-out-of-my-way-lady tales when someone comes between a fan and her Oprah.  Yikes.

I hope you stick with me this week.  It's gonna be unique, surprising, and hopefully make you think through some preconceptions you might already be wrestling with.  I encourage you to read through the  entire week to understand and appreciate everything I have in store for Friday.  I can't promise you it will be "worth it", but it will probably make a lot more sense and keep you from leaving some confusing comment on my blog that you'll have to regret later.  Or maybe not.

Ok, kids, it's gonna get a little crazy in here.  Are you ready?  I mean, are you READY?  Get pumped...here it comes....

pardymama: The Clip Show

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Hello world!  And welcome to the new PARDYMAMA!  As you might notice, I've had things spruced up a bit around here.  Hooray - the new design is rocking my face off and I hope you are loving it too.  Redbud Designs is to thank, and I'm so stoked to show off the new pardymama site as it inspires me to keep posting more and more.  So - what do you think?

I figured if there were ever a time to re-introduce myself - maybe this is it.  In other words, this is the clip show of blog posts.  So, some of you who are closest to me might find yourselves bored to death reading this post (yes, yes, two girls, a husband, needs coffee, yadda yadda yadda) but I hope that it can help others who stumble upon the site (or who have had my favorite friends [hug] pass it on to them) to sit a spell and look forward to checking in again and again.  Who knows.  All I know is that God is keeping me writing.  God is keeping the content coming and the coffee flowing, and so, I will continue to pour out whatever content that is supposed to be out here in the world instead of just stewing and rotting in my brain (there's always plenty left for that anyway).  So - what's pardymama all about?  Here we go...

Motherhood.
I sort of initially started to blog in 2010, not long after the birth of my first daughter, Matilda.  If you're as bad at math as I am (it's okay, I think there should be a support group out there for those of us who still use our fingers to count for everything from dollars to calories to how many children we have on a daily basis) that makes her just over 2 and a half (this "half" is very important in the toddler world).

I didn't think anyone would actually ever read what I wrote.  I don't mean that in a pathetic, self-pity sort of way.  I mean it in a "I am not going to be one of those mom bloggers who puts everything out there and writes stuff like her baby's birth story and breastfeeding at the office" sort of way.  Ha.  But then when I became pregnant with our second daughter, the inspiration was too fascinating to ignore.  I had real, life-altering events happening to me on a nearly daily basis, and I needed an outlet to survive.  So, I just sort of kept writing about them.

And, turns out, there are other moms in the universe besides me (really?) who aren't sleeping (huh?) and don't have much more than a cup of coffee and a prayer to keep them going through the day (who knew?) and sort of actually like to hear about how my girls are driving me so insanely crazy that I constantly walk the boundary line between frantic frustration and utter in-love-ness with them each and every day (you too?) and how motherhood is teaching me more about life and love and God than I ever thought possible even though there are times when I want to just huddle in a corner, plug my ears, and sing the Friends theme-song so loud that it drowns out the noise of any needs I might not be able to meet.  And I wake up the next day.  And I do it all again.  And so do you...and we are all crazy together.  

Marriage.
I love being married.  A lot of people might say "I love my husband" and I do, but I also just love the idea/entity/purpose of marriage itself.  To choose every day to put another person before yourself, to stick with them, to stand beside them and hold them through the most beautiful and horrendous moments in your life and to share them as one united perspective...well, it blows my mind.  God's design of marriage is nothing short of a miracle, and the fact that we choose to be around each other after seeing each other puke or having two crazy babies or not sleeping for weeks on end or asking him a million times to take out the trash or forgetting over and over to pack him a lunch (well, you can see that we have plenty of practice left before we conquer the art of marriage) it's pretty much just amazing.  But, it's not a flourishing garden if left unattended.

Having lived through a wicked divorce in my early twenties, I've learned the depth of God's grace and redemption and exactly what it means to lay down yourself and take on the humility and love that Christ offers for us all.  I know what loneliness feels like.  I've tasted bitterness and hate.  I've felt the lies of insecurity and shame.  I know how slowly time passes when your soul is healing and everyone identifies "who you are" with "what you've been through".   And I've lived to tell about it.  And I've survived to rejoice in the new day.  And I'm here to celebrate marriage and be honest about what it can take to make it good and lasting (Jesus Jesus Jesus).

And my husband and I are silly and intentional and have ridiculous rules of fun that I want to share with the universe out there - you know, the universe with that ugly statistic half of us are now part of.  That universe that keeps us unsatisfied and looking for more.  And, instead, I'm determined to create and live in a place that God intended for us...an environment that can nurture selflessness and togetherness and keep our love humming and drumming for years and years and many date nights to come...through thick and thin, puke and craziness, kids and pets and all of it.

Mayhem.
If there is one thing the Pardys are known for, it's going to be this:  mayhem.  Just walk by our apartment and you will most likely hear someone screaming, be it out of elation, naughtiness, genius, joy, anger, or hunger...we are a spirited bunch.  I am adamant about desiring to live a transparent life.  I think Satan motivates pride and discontent under the guise of shame and insecurity...and so, I highly value the art of spewing my guts out for all to see.  Pretty, right?  Maybe not.

But, I don't pull any punches when it comes to how God is working in my life or how honest it may get around here.  I'll tell you one thing, I'm not into shock value.  I'm into honesty.  Certainly I will tell grand tales that are exaggerated in the storytelling of them...but, the emotions and lessons behind them all will be sincere and genuine, I promise.

I want non-parents to know what this life of parenthood is like before they might enter into it.  I want other husbands and wives to feel validated and encouraged when they are questioning how to keep loving their spouse.  I want moms to feel hugged on with every word of mischief I write about my girls.  I want the world to be so full of these stories of hope and honesty and conversations (i.e. this is where you come in) about how marriages and parenthood keeps getting better and better that we drown out the complaining and lies and reality shows and billboards that are frighteningly threatening what our hearts truly desire.  But, it's not a journey we take alone, or silently, or without a few messes along the way.

Looks like this blog is here to stay and I hope you are too!  I'm excited to see where pardymama is headed, what stories are to come, how the tales will roll out, and what God may or may not show us all through this weird world of internet that connects us together in a little hub of chaos.

I love questions, I love comments, I love hearing from each and every one of you who stumble upon this little blog.  I love your stories, I love your honesty, I love it when you share how God is working in your own little world.  I love being a mother, being married, and the mayhem that each new day brings my way.  I also love those little toothpicks with the tiny cellophane frills on top.  (See, I'm random like that.)

I hope that this little ole blog can be a giant hug for you every time you visit (Pardys are huggers, not hand shakers, btw) and that you keep checking in for a good dose of reality on a regular basis.  Cause, Lord only knows, there plenty more crazy left to be written.



Buck It List

Thursday, July 12, 2012

It's late.  Starbucks is closing in about half an hour, and I'm leaving tomorrow for a week of "vacation" and have yet to even launder the clothes I'm supposed to have packed by now.  (I say vacation in quotes because I am still not entirely convinced that a week away at a cabin where all 16 of your nearest and dearest family members are all going to reside at the same time is going to be all that relaxing - fun, hopefully, but let's not get carried away thinking any napping in the sun or sipping coffee in silence will be happening...we'll see.)

And here I am, being totally defiant of time or reason and writing a blog.  Yup.  Because I'm determined to make time for things that are important to me, things that hold value, and things that help continue to shape the person I want to be.  So here I am, counting words instead of sheep and pounding a cafe Americano.

Why?  Because I've had an epiphany.  A realization about myself that I've been trying to get comfortable concluding for a while now.  Here it is: I have a Buck It List.  No no, not a Bucket List.  Sure, we've all gathered a long list of dreamy to-do's that we would love to check check check the boxes off as we live our wanton lives.  Nope, I'm talking about things that I'm determined to leave behind in this life.  Notions that I want to BUCK entirely from my brain that society is telling me I should believe.  Things I am resisting, taking a stand on, and willing to fight for.  Things I am determined to believe as fiercely as a bronco in a rodeo so I can live the real life I'm striving to live, the life God wants for me...the life I know is bigger than any trip or language or eXtreme sport I'll cross off the list of future dream agendas.

1.  Stop living in other people's value systems.
We each have one.  Whether you like it or not, you assign value to very specific things each and every day.  We all make choices and then worry about what repercussions they have (good or bad) and wonder what others will think about them.  Will my neighbor think I spent too much on my car?  Do I let my child watch too much tv?  Did I eat enough vegetables today? Should I give this money to the church or take that second honeymoon with my husband?  Our lives are made up of yes's and no's, like a brutal binary language defining how we identify ourselves.  But what do I find important?  What do I truly value and want to invest my time, money, love, effort, emotions, and passion in?  What do I care about...and, if I really do care about it, then why am I hung up on what others think?  And, if I'm pursuing what God wants for my life and still calling something into question, am I willing to give that up so that He remains at the top of my value system?  These are the real questions I should be asking.

2.  Prioritizing yourself is not selfish. 
In a world that pressures us to constantly feel bad about our bodies, homes, jobs and spouses, it's no doubt that we spend a lot of time thinking about ourselves.  Then, we go to church on Sunday or listen to a friend ask for prayer or are confronted with the grimacing realities and third world needs of others and we feel guilty for spending our last five bucks on a giant latte so we could stay awake to care for our children that we plop in front of Sesame Street far too often. So there you have it - many of us are stuck between a rock of insecurity and a hard place of guilt.  Fun.  Hear me out - it is easy to be selfish.  It can even feel fun to be selfish (as sin often does).  But, making yourself a priority in your own life is not being selfish.  I need to make time for my mental capacity to be filled with wonderful things (like truth, love, hope and encouraging words, for instance).  I need to make time for my body to rest so that I am motivated and excited about moving again.  I need to make time for my spirit to be moved and spoken to and utterly vulnerable for others to help me and be amazed at how God puts the pieces of me back together again (and again and again).

3.  Insecurity is a lie. 
Satan loves him some insecurity, let me tell you.  He will wedge it in wherever he can...between you and your kids, between you and your mom, between you and your spouse, between you and your church, between you and your job, between you and your passions, between you and yourself.  Lies. God did not make any humans greater or lesser than.  This is exactly why He sent Jesus...to become the muck that is us.  And to show us just how ridiculously impossible it is to be us and live perfectly.  The only person I should be insecure around is Jesus - and guess what, I can't live life without Him!  I'm insecure without Jesus because I am completed only and entirely with Christ alone...and He happens to be the exact perfect fit to shield any wedgies that come my way.  Take that, Satan.

4.  Compassion is underrated.
If there is a characteristic that I can't get enough of pursuing...it's compassion.  I simply can't harness enough of it inside myself.  I wish it was a quality that came more naturally to me.  I wish I could reach inside my heart and just set the compassion switch to "default" mode so that I reacted first and foremost to all situations with pure, sheer, genuine compassion.  I have never looked back on a situation and ever ever thought "I handled that with a little too much compassion."  Never.  What other quality can you say that about?

5.  Purpose is empirical. 
We all have purpose.  We all matter.  That gross slut on tv shaking her bonbons and making me change the channel quicker than lightning:  she matters.  That ugly homeless man who smelled really badly as I passed right by him without making eye contact walking into Starbucks:  he has purpose. That kid at the playground who called my sweet daughter a nasty name:  she means something to Jesus.  We were created, therefore we made a difference to God whether we existed or not.  When did it become so easy to disregard purpose and disrespect others?  When did it become easier to judge someone than pray for them?


This is just the beginning.  This is just the tip of the ice berg.  I have no idea why God put this on my brain, on my heart, on my fingertips to type this all out tonight.  But, I'll tell you one thing:  I believe it through and through.  I believe in the transparent life.  I believe in the vulnerable heart.  I believe that truth encourages others and pride/shame/insincerity only tear down our souls.  And I'm simply not going to just sit here and let life pass by unevalutated.  And, evidently I'm not going to sit here any longer anyway...that Starbucks guy just informed me they are now closed.

Good night!

Target Practice

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Well, we are over half-way through 2012.  How are those resolutions coming along?  Have you widdled your middle in time for bathing suit season?  Or learned a new language? Done your daily yoga? Read your Bible more? Paid off those student loans?

Let's face it, some resolutions are easier said than kept.  We've all made promises we couldn't keep, and by now it is quite common for diets to have slipped, habits to have returned, or disciplines to have been kicked to the curb.

As you may recall, I made a resolution as well - swearing off Target for 2012.  That's right!  No, not because I have something against them.  This isn't some boycott because of a social justice campaign I got talked into by listening to too much NPR or something.  And it's not because I didn't enjoy roaming the red aisles for shiny bargains that spoke to me with flattery and temptation - (You're right, cute pink shirt, you would look cute on me!  And you, scented candle for $4.99, you would look just splendid on my fireplace mantle!  I want you both!) in fact, it is the opposite.  I LOVED Target.  With a passion.  With my check book and all my heart.  With my time and energy and latte in hand.  With complete disregard for what was best for me or my family...or my time, energy, money, and passion.

C'mon already!  Even their ads are irresistibly adorable!
Welp...I'm still going strong.  Yep!  Proud to report that I haven't stepped foot in a Target since December 31, 2011.  Nor have I ordered anything from Target online, for those of you wondering if I've made some slippery loop holes in this plan of mine.  Nope.  I'm Target-free and over halfway through the year.  To be honest, I'm pretty surprised by myself.

I can't say it's been easy.  There have been times where it would have been much more convenient to stop by a Target simply due to location and time so that I could just "pick up a few things".  But, it's a slippery slope for me.  Too slippery.  Plus, I'm pretty accountable to writing this blog - so, I gotta admit that was some decent incentive for me.

So, what's the big deal?  So, I gave up shopping at a store, so what? 

Well, in effort to save more money and to gain a bit of perspective, it has been an interesting experiment.  Where am I shopping?  Well, I do shop at Wal-Mart for several things.  This may surprise many of you since the whole "Target versus Wal-Mart" argument seems to have been hanging around since the dawn of man.  It's pretty crystal clear that Target has been winning at the "cool factor" for some time now...and that is almost entirely the reason I don't find myself tempted in the same way when I shop at Wal-Mart.  It is simply not very fun.  The Wal-Mart I go to is extremely sterile and warehousey.  It's not pretty.  And, if it weren't for the aisles of Mickey Mouse stuff right at the front of the store that lights up Matilda's face like it's the Fourth of July...well, I don't think any of us would be smiling much when we shop there.

I have also uncovered a new found joy in shopping at Goodwill.  That's right - Goodwill - the thrift store.  It's pretty remarkable, actually.  There will be entirely brand new things there still with the tags on it for a fraction of the price.  Sure, you have to dig through some junk.  You have to sift through some dusty glassware or wrinkly clothes to find the gems.  But, when you score a deal that brightens your home for pennies on the dollar, well, it is really worth the hunt.

I've had to shop around for some other things.  Costco for paper goods.  Old Navy for cute baby clothes.  CVS or Walgreens for over-the-counter meds and photo printing.  Sure, sometimes I miss the one-stop-shop-and-latte convenience of Target.  Sometimes I will see something SUPER adorable on someone else's kid and can only guess that it was purchased in the old forsaken land of Tar-jay.  But, there have been a lot of pros that I can remind myself about along the way.

For one, I've slashed my spending in half most months.  It's true.  I was in a vicious cycle of maxing out and paying off my Target credit card before this year.  I hate to admit it, but it was all just too easy.  They offer you a 5% discount when you used the Target card, so of course I justified much of my purchases with a "sales" mentality.  Look at me, saving money by buying more!  False.  If you don't need it and you don't have the money to purchase it anyway - it is a lose/lose situation, folks.  By paying off the credit card and simply not "refilling it" half of the cycle was stopped instantly.  By removing the source of the temptation - that cut off the rest of it - and voila! I simply am unable to buy things I don't need with money I don't have.  (Again, if you can legitimately control yourself and only buy things you need and always pay off that card every month - Congratulations!  I'm sure you can take advantage of this system somehow, but you might also want to be checked out by a doctor to make sure you are not a robot.  That being said - credit is rarely worth using and I, for one, could not control myself around adorable things at a killer price even if it was stuff I didn't need.)

chop chop!
So, yes, the financial side has been worth it.  Our efforts to pay down debt/save some money is still a very slow process...but, hey, it's working and the math is motivating! (Baby steps, baby steps, breathe, breathe.)

The greater value I've gained, however, has really been in my perspective towards shopping.  I don't want to be a downer here.  I love a good deal.  I love adorable stuff.  I love looking good and having nice things (until my kids break them) and having someone ask me with a bit of envy Where did you get such-n-such an item.  Love it!  (Who doesn't?)  But, in giving up Target, it made me reassess exactly what it was that I truly needed.  It made me stop and think about how much I was willing to pay for things.  It made me evaluate why I was so "happy" to sip on caffeine and stare at pretty things that I think I surely can't live without.

It's not like I want to become some frugal-Franny or penny-pinching-Patty or something.  No.  I'm just done being a SUCKER.  I am tired of being told what to buy.  I'm exhausted by the ads that tell me what a deal is or what I'm supposed to look like or where is the best place to get it (clearly Target is not the only entity to blame here).  I'm so nauseated by the sheer volume of it all - on tv, in my mailbox, on billboards or magazines.  And, don't get me wrong - I'm no hippie!  (Though there are days I truly envy those that have no sense of temptation towards a more glamorous life, honestly.) It's not that I want to give up all I own and "live off the land" (though I think that is super rad if you can do it!) or that I want to never be asked again "where I got" that cute shirt or shoes or whatever.  But, how can I have it both ways?  How can I save money, not be tempted, but look cute and still have fun shopping at least once in a while???  There has to be some kind of balance to this whole consumerism madness!

I'm still not quite sure where I fit in.  I'm still on this journey and I'm only halfway through the year.  I love saving money and getting toiletries for a fraction of the cost at Wal-Mart....but I sort of loathe shopping at such a giant, consumerism-boosting corporation.  I love having a cute home that has some character - and I'm finding that no one ever knows the difference if my throw pillows came from a thrift store.  I hate having to hop around to different places just to get the best deal - but I feel so excited when I can cut up yet another credit card and feel a sense of accomplishment.

Giving up Target has not been about stepping away from cuteness, good deals, or even convenience.  The focus of the experiment has been about gauging what I need and figuring out who is really deciding where my values lie.  Sure, I've slipped into other marketing traps.  I've freely blown too much cash here or there along the way.  I've had a day of "retail therapy" followed by a week of "buyer's remorse".  I'm not perfect!  But, I'm gaining a whole new appreciation for what it means to need something, value something, wait for something, earn something and even want something.  That's a lot of something.  Good thing I have a few more months to go...this is gonna take a bit more practice.

50 Shades of Marriage

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Chances are good that by now you have heard about the book "50 Shades of Grey" - either on a talk show or on Facebook or even from a friend or neighbor.  I heard about it on the Today Show, and was pretty appalled to hear that this new, sleazy series has swept the globe with such popularity.  They are calling it "mommy porn"...erotica that women evidently don't have to be ashamed to keep on their nightstand for the world to see.

Well, here at pardymama, I try to walk the line of airing my opinion whilst remaining compassionate in judgment.  I'm not here to say "don't do this or that" - I'm far from being your Holy Spirit.  But, it is my blog and frankly, I get to write what I want about whatever I want, so here we go...  Personally, I will not be reading "50 Shades of Grey".  Not only does it kinda gross me out at the thought of putting descriptive words about S&M in my head, but I have no desire to seek out sexual escape that reaches beyond my marriage.  That being said, feel free to judge me about making a judgment about something I haven't and won't take part in.  Fair enough.

So, why am I even writing this post?  

Because, I'm seeing crap about this stupid book everywhere.  And, what I find most troubling is the sense I get that so many women are desperate for an outlet beyond the boundaries of their bedroom, their marriage, and their every day life.  We're not talking about your usual mental escape either...this is not to say that every form of entertainment is worthless or without merit.  I enjoy a good story, a great movie, an uplifting read just like the rest of us.  But, certainly you can see the difference between watching Dumb and Dumber on a Saturday afternoon with your husband (albeit, no merit for the intellect) and losing yourself in some pornographic trilogy about a sadist millionaire.

This is what I'm saying:  as Christians, as wives, as mothers...red flags should be popping up on our radar when so many women are seeking fantasy.  This is dangerous stuff, wildfire even.  It's not that "50 Shades of Grey" is the problem...it's what it represents.  The popularity of such material just showcases the fact that "maybe something better exists out there" - a tease at our fantasy world, an escape from our life of burp rags and dish gloves, an outlet away from our husband who forgot to pick up the gallon of milk.

Fantasy for women is very emotional, and leaves us heartsick at the notion that either we aren't good enough to be worthy of a better life, or resentful at the fact that we deserve more.

Entertaining thoughts of a better life than the one God has given us stirs in our souls a belief that is nothing more than a downright lie:  "I'm missing out".  If you don't believe me, just ask Eve...you can start at Genesis 1:1 and go from there and give me a call when you get to the good part.

So, I'm here to say, guard your heart.  This isn't about sex.  This isn't about a pop-culture-phenomenon-book they are talking about on Entertainment Tonight.  This isn't about "but, Emily, you don't understand...my husband is so blah blah blah".  I understand there are hurting marriages out there, and there is actual, tangible help available for you to heal and find God's BEST for you.  But, to the majority of us - be wise and aware to the warning and quick to question whatever "fantasy" that you might partake and what it may actually be rustling up in you.


Maybe, it's not so much that you need a new partner as it is you need a new perspective.  

Remember when you first started dating your husband and you just felt like he was your entire world?  As your marriage grows and your love deepens and your kids start eating into your time together, it is amazing how roles in relationships change.  Sure, there is the mundane - the fact that my spouse is the handyman and the trash man and the tech geek and even the kitty litter changer.  But, he is so much more than that.  The next time you are tempted to wish for a new life or a different spouse, I want you to remember that God has given you a man who is a perfect fit to fulfill all the roles you need him for in your life together as a married couple.  In other words, it's what I like to call:

50 Shades of Marriage

1. Helper
2. Partner
3. Teammate
4. Lover
5. Comrade
6. Companion
7. Sweetheart
8. Co-conspirator
9. Accessory
10. Collaborator
11. Paramour
12. Flame
13. Darling
14. Dear
15. Beloved
16. Admirer
17. Treasure
18. Heartthrob
19. [the] One
20. Biggest Fan
21. Encourager
22. Defender
23. Follower
24. Champion
25. Cheerleader
26. Ally
27. Spouse
28. Compadre
29. Kin
30. Associate
31. Counselor
32. Better Half
33. Ball and/or Chain
34. Helpmate
35. Peer
36. Friend
37. Playmate
38. Bedmate
39. Sidekick
40. Accomplice
41. Complement
42. Date
43. Crony
44. Chum
45. Buddy
46. Rib
47. Steady
48. Aide
49. Supporter
50. Soulmate

What more could you possibly want?

Twilight Baby

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Okay, so I think I'm probably one of maybe two women left on the planet who have not read the Twilight series. Nothing against vampires...or Mormons...or books...or all things popular, but I just haven't got around to it till now. (I've been a little preoccupied over the last few months!)
But, since Josh had to do some of his pursuing-his-masters-in-apologetics-high-brow-homework reading tonight, I thought I would take the opportunity...to read Twilight...to Matilda.
This is another beautiful thing about newborns - they don't really care what you are doing as long as you are within sight and talking in a soothing voice. Matilda is often happy and calm (yes, I am counting my blessings) so I snuggled up with her on the glider in her nursery and propped up the bestseller for our entertainment.
I read to her with great inflection, my voice illuminating the world of Bella and the mysterious Edward. We're only one chapter in (my vocal chords can only take so much reading out loud) but I think she's a fan. I'm curious to see what emotional turmoil and drama Bella will get herself into. Yes, I saw the movie - but I've been hearing all about the teenage angst the book offers and I'm wondering if I will have difficulty keeping my reading voice at an entertaining baby-level if the book turns too after-school-special-with-vampires-ish. We'll see.
I think this is a wonderful vocal warm-up for many books to come. I don't know if we'll make it all the way through the Twilight series, but I certainly love reading to my baby girl. I can almost see her brain waves expanding as she listens intently to my voice. I hope the beauty of storytelling is seeping into her ears and making their way into her imagination one word at a time.
I can still remember my mother reading the Little House on the Prairie books to me when I was a child. I was obsessed. I loved hearing about Laura Ingalls and her adventures in the Big Woods or in Walnut Grove or wherever they were pioneering at the time. It wasn't until junior high that I discovered there was a tv show based on the books, and watched it every day after school on PBS. If there was a Little House equivalent to today's Lord-of-the-Rings-World-of-Warcraft-Battlestar-Gallactica-geekazoids...I was it. Cute, right?
I wonder what obsessions Matilda will fall into...what characters will she get sucked into the lives of....what books will she sneak a flashlight under the covers to stay up late and finish reading long after bedtime?
Of course, one of the books I know I will have to read to her is "Matilda" by Roald Dahl, one of my very favorite authors of all time. If you've never read the book, it is a Dahl classic (and later made into a movie). While I'm a fan, no, Matilda was not named after the book. Afterall, on the back cover of the novel it is described as "a story about a clever girl with stupid parents".
Hmm, we're hopefully not stupid...but I'm not counting on winning any awards for reading Twilight to my four-month-old. Still, she'll be way ahead on her knowledge of pop-culture.
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