This is what I know about the devil:
He's strategic.
He's patient.
He's cruel.
He's relentless.
He lies in wait until you are happy and everything is fantastic in your life and then BAM! He's there, ruining everything and anything in his path. Anything he can make go wrong, he will. And he won't stop at that. His tactic is to just keep it piling up until you can't take it. One thing after the other gone wrong. One more burden on your back. One more pain you can't take.
Well I'm here to tell him KEEP IT COMIN' BRO.
The one thing the devil doesn't get is that my God is bigger and better and will completely own him. Everything he does to ruin me will be squashed and something so much better will come from it. The devil may think he is strong, but he is only as strong as you let him be. He attacks when you feel weak because he is weak, and can't attack when you are strong. SO HOLD STRONG. Do not let him get to you. Talk him down. The moment you give in you let him win. DON'T DO THAT. God is, has been, and will always be stronger than the devil will ever be capable of. So here I am, sitting here with thing after thing being thrown in my face, and the devil laughing at my pain, and I am laughing at him, because he cannot and will not win. When push comes to shove, the devil is a bully and a loser and he always will be. I don't give in to bullying and neither does God. Bullying is pathetic. Get over yourself, devil.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
How Did You Get Into College?!
This may be bitchy, but it needs to be said:
I hate when I have to respond to stuff other students have submitted. I find myself always wanting to just respond by copying and pasting their work, and then highlighting and fixing all of the spelling and grammatical errors. My professor for this class even requires us to answer five different questions at the end of our submission, one being "Did you check your grammar and spelling?" and I am amazed at the people that have yes after that question. So you checked it and just didn't fix it or what? Type your stuff up in a Word document. Word will show you all of your spelling errors, LIKE MAGIC. This is a college class, I do not care that it is a science course, you shouldn't be even allowed to enter any college course if you don't know simple grammar rules. Its seriously distracting for people like me that are just trying to do what is required. I refuse to respond to anyone's post that has grammatical and spelling errors over and over again because it's so hard for me to read, I don't feel it's even worth my time to respond to someone that incompetent. This makes my life so difficult because I have to go through and weed out all the people that don't know the English language to be able to respond. I do not care if this is mean or harsh. It needs to be said. I understand that some people just don't do well with writing. WORD WILL DO IT FOR YOU. Seriously. Do you think your paper all underlined with red squiggly lines is a good thing? It should be taught from a very young age not to type things up on the internet, but to use Word and then copy and paste it from there. Everyone makes simple mistakes now and then, but most can be prevented and changed so easily and no one makes the effort to do it. HOW DID YOU GET INTO COLLEGE WHEN YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO PASS THE THIRD GRADE?!
#petpeeve #peoplearestupid
I hate when I have to respond to stuff other students have submitted. I find myself always wanting to just respond by copying and pasting their work, and then highlighting and fixing all of the spelling and grammatical errors. My professor for this class even requires us to answer five different questions at the end of our submission, one being "Did you check your grammar and spelling?" and I am amazed at the people that have yes after that question. So you checked it and just didn't fix it or what? Type your stuff up in a Word document. Word will show you all of your spelling errors, LIKE MAGIC. This is a college class, I do not care that it is a science course, you shouldn't be even allowed to enter any college course if you don't know simple grammar rules. Its seriously distracting for people like me that are just trying to do what is required. I refuse to respond to anyone's post that has grammatical and spelling errors over and over again because it's so hard for me to read, I don't feel it's even worth my time to respond to someone that incompetent. This makes my life so difficult because I have to go through and weed out all the people that don't know the English language to be able to respond. I do not care if this is mean or harsh. It needs to be said. I understand that some people just don't do well with writing. WORD WILL DO IT FOR YOU. Seriously. Do you think your paper all underlined with red squiggly lines is a good thing? It should be taught from a very young age not to type things up on the internet, but to use Word and then copy and paste it from there. Everyone makes simple mistakes now and then, but most can be prevented and changed so easily and no one makes the effort to do it. HOW DID YOU GET INTO COLLEGE WHEN YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO PASS THE THIRD GRADE?!
#petpeeve #peoplearestupid
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Sewing Machine from Hell
So my husband's favorite pair of pants has a large hole right down the side of them, and he still insists on wearing them. As a male, I guess wearing pants with holes in the seams that show your boxers or some side leg isn't a big deal, but to me it's sad. We look like we can't afford new clothes, when really, we can, and already have plenty, these are just his FAVORITE. I, as a good little wifey, decided I would try to fix the hole today. I got out my sewing machine and set it up. And by that I mean its a sewing machine with American voltage, so I had to find a transformer in my house with an open plug that has room near it to hold a sewing machine. After that, the bobbin thread in my sewing machine was hot pink. I know the bobbin thread doesn't really show, but I wanted to change it just in case. I knew James probably wouldn't appreciate pink thread in his favorite cargo pants haha. My sewing skills are a little iffy because I haven't actually used my sewing machine in probably 5 years. I thought I used to sew enough though, that I would remember how to change the bobbin thread, because that's simple, right? WRONG. After thinking I did it right, just by eyeballing how I took the pink bobbin out, I began sewing, and the thread got so tangled and messed up. I cleaned up that mess, and decided maybe I should Google some answers. Thank God for wikihow or I would have never figured out how to make that bobbin work. It really isn't that hard, unless you're like me and have no idea what you're doing. So, I was ready this time. The bobbin was correct, and thankfully I still know how to thread the needle. I began sewing again. A little ways in the machine started making some funky noises...I stopped, looked...the tip of the needle had broken. REALLY??? JUST LET ME FIX THE PANTS YOU DARN MACHINE!!! So I was going to just hand sew the pants because really, this was getting ridiculous. But, My machine is well stocked with different color bobbin and to my dismay/joy, a selection of new needles. I guess back when I used to sew things I left all of my materials. Go me. So again, I Googled how to re-needle the machine. This was easy as you just unscrew the old needle and screw the new one back in. I had to take apart the whole section where the bobbin is looking for the needle tip though. No luck. I then looked on the pants, which I wish I had done first, and the tip was stuck to them. Cool. Re-thread needle, re-thread bobbin. Okay, last try and then I'm throwing the pants away. (I wasn't really going to throw them away since they're James' favorite but I might have set them on fire because I was so frustrated LOL.) Alas, It worked, and the pants are all fixed and look FABULOUS! Regardless though, next time I need to sew something, it better not be that complicated. Seriously sewing machine, what are you doing with your life?
Monday, January 6, 2014
The heat, it's killing me!
...and by heat I mean heater.
Our heating system for our house keeps breaking. It's really kind of awkward too because, besides from the fact that the repair guys speak VERY little English, I really have no idea how these systems work anyway. Our house is heated by oil. So from what I understand the oil heats water which then flows through all the radiators and heats the house, or something like that. I'm female. I don't care. I just want my heat. So they thought the problem was the oil was low, so we bought more oil, which was expensive, like $2000 expensive (you can send me a check). Then it broke again. So the guys have been here today fixing it (I think). They don't really talk to me and left without saying anything (I mostly stay upstairs with the dog because young woman home alone in foreign country with strange men in house=bad things). So I have no idea if the heat is working or what the problem is/was. On the plus side, the landlord pays for the repairs so, whatevs. James is finally going back to work today, with a regular schedule. No more holiday breaks, poor kid. It will be nice to get into a more "normal" routine, if ever there was one. The unpacking is well...going...We have a lot of kitchen stuff, like A LOT of kitchen stuff for our tiny little European kitchen, so I found a cabinet that will give us both space to cook on and space to store in our kitchen that we are going to look at today. I did something terrible to my back, I think moving furniture, so I have been alternating ice and heat and downing Ibuprofen like an addict. There are things to be done but I would rather sit here haha story of my life. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc. Wife life. Love my husband, hate chores. James does a significant amount between games of Skyrim or whatever it is he plays. If only he would remember to put the toilet seat down I would be very thankful.
I've started using this app called "MealBoard" which basically allows you to plan your meals and then will compile a grocery list from your choices. Its really kind of neat. It proves to be somewhat difficult to plan meals on a budget when the grocery store on base is out of half the things you need. James and I did try a German grocery which was cool, but everything is more expensive and in smaller portions, and it also takes a while because we have to Google translate basically everything to figure out what were looking for lol. Maybe once I actually learn more German we can try again. Until then we will just have to deal. You would think it wouldn't be that hard to keep the on base grocery store stocked for all the Americans that are out of their own country allowing the country to remain America, but it seems the priority got messed up somehow. I've also learned that if I have a medical emergency that I am SOL for an American doctors. There are German hospitals around, but the closest American emergency facility is 2 hours away. The on base medical facility is basically only a clinic and closes a lot for teaching days something. Cool guys. Seems to me they would learn a lot more by staying open and treating people rather than watching instructional videos or doing team building or whatever, but not my choice. Lets just hope I don't have a medical emergency before I learn German. Or after I learn German for that matter.
Anywho, I started a food blog because I like to take pictures of my food, so you should check it out.
http://whataglut.blogspot.com
What a glut. Yep. That's me. I'm a glut. Like slut but instead of giving my body to multiple men I give it to multiple foods. Its fantastic, I know. Don't hate. I'm sure Brad and Gretch are proud. I can see my mom rolling her eyes at the name now (Hi mommy).
Alright, I suppose its dishes time. Meh.
Our heating system for our house keeps breaking. It's really kind of awkward too because, besides from the fact that the repair guys speak VERY little English, I really have no idea how these systems work anyway. Our house is heated by oil. So from what I understand the oil heats water which then flows through all the radiators and heats the house, or something like that. I'm female. I don't care. I just want my heat. So they thought the problem was the oil was low, so we bought more oil, which was expensive, like $2000 expensive (you can send me a check). Then it broke again. So the guys have been here today fixing it (I think). They don't really talk to me and left without saying anything (I mostly stay upstairs with the dog because young woman home alone in foreign country with strange men in house=bad things). So I have no idea if the heat is working or what the problem is/was. On the plus side, the landlord pays for the repairs so, whatevs. James is finally going back to work today, with a regular schedule. No more holiday breaks, poor kid. It will be nice to get into a more "normal" routine, if ever there was one. The unpacking is well...going...We have a lot of kitchen stuff, like A LOT of kitchen stuff for our tiny little European kitchen, so I found a cabinet that will give us both space to cook on and space to store in our kitchen that we are going to look at today. I did something terrible to my back, I think moving furniture, so I have been alternating ice and heat and downing Ibuprofen like an addict. There are things to be done but I would rather sit here haha story of my life. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc. Wife life. Love my husband, hate chores. James does a significant amount between games of Skyrim or whatever it is he plays. If only he would remember to put the toilet seat down I would be very thankful.
I've started using this app called "MealBoard" which basically allows you to plan your meals and then will compile a grocery list from your choices. Its really kind of neat. It proves to be somewhat difficult to plan meals on a budget when the grocery store on base is out of half the things you need. James and I did try a German grocery which was cool, but everything is more expensive and in smaller portions, and it also takes a while because we have to Google translate basically everything to figure out what were looking for lol. Maybe once I actually learn more German we can try again. Until then we will just have to deal. You would think it wouldn't be that hard to keep the on base grocery store stocked for all the Americans that are out of their own country allowing the country to remain America, but it seems the priority got messed up somehow. I've also learned that if I have a medical emergency that I am SOL for an American doctors. There are German hospitals around, but the closest American emergency facility is 2 hours away. The on base medical facility is basically only a clinic and closes a lot for teaching days something. Cool guys. Seems to me they would learn a lot more by staying open and treating people rather than watching instructional videos or doing team building or whatever, but not my choice. Lets just hope I don't have a medical emergency before I learn German. Or after I learn German for that matter.
Anywho, I started a food blog because I like to take pictures of my food, so you should check it out.
http://whataglut.blogspot.com
What a glut. Yep. That's me. I'm a glut. Like slut but instead of giving my body to multiple men I give it to multiple foods. Its fantastic, I know. Don't hate. I'm sure Brad and Gretch are proud. I can see my mom rolling her eyes at the name now (Hi mommy).
Alright, I suppose its dishes time. Meh.
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