Saturday, August 25, 2012

I don't always brag about my husband

....but when I do it's because he's super cute.

Our vacuum was regifted to us by Chris's mother early in our marriage, who had used it for her cleaning business (so daily or weekly for a few years). It's had some wear and tear. Finally, it's to the point where we can no longer use it and still feel good about our apartment's cleanliness.

St. Croix, US Virgin Islands
Yep. They are moving here. So lucky.
Well, today we picked up some luggage on sale for my oldest brother (whose family is moving to St. Croix, Virgin Islands, lucky sons of.....) at a liquidation store I JUST realized existed, and we chanced upon some smashing deals on vacuums! It was quite timely, and we decided to buy one that was brand new for a really great price. That, plus a couple Redboxes on our way home, and we were ready to relax for the afternoon.

I was, anyway; Chris was ready to use our new purchase. Not the movies - the vacuum!

No, seriously, the boy set up and used the vacuum for the next 45 minutes. He was SO excited about it! We had vacuumed the house yesterday, and he went through it again, roughly, and somehow it picked up like a cup and a half of dust. Chris couldn't get over how well it worked and tried out all the attachments and everything. He even took off the grate over the air vent and vacuumed off the filter. He was so excited! Like Andy with Buzz Lightyear!

To Infinity - And All The Corners
Of The Apartment!

*Chris would like it known that he did all this in a manly fashion. "His muscles rippled as he controlled the vacuum with the strength and ease of a bodybuilder....directing traffic...." Well, obviously.

How many wives can say their husbands love their new vacuum?

I find it really funny, and also endearing. :)

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The Great Divorce

I just finished reading The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis; during the book, I realized that I had actually read it before and simply forgotten. But it was worth reading again. I just wanted to write a couple things that stood out to me.

To start out: If you haven't read it, it's a book like unto the Screwtape Letters - a satirical Christian apologetic. The Great Divorce is written in first person, and the man talking (the Lewis-man himself) is waiting for a bus with many others, who are referred to as Ghosts, in a gray, lifeless city. We learn that this city is purgatory/hell, depending on how long one stays there. The bus takes them up and away, and they arrive at a bright, colorful land with mountains in the distance, where they can walk around and explore. The land, however, is harsh to them, made of a more solid substance than they, but they are told if they stay they will get used to it. Meanwhile, people (Spirits) come from the mountains to persuade the Ghosts to come with them to live - where light is bright and other Spirits live. If they go, they must give up vices that are holding them back. The book is mostly the main character listening to arguments between Ghosts and Spirits about why they should or shouldn't go.

This conversation is between two who were former intellectuals.
Spirit: Do you really think there are no sins of intellect?
Ghost: There are indeed, Dick. There is hide-bound prejudice, and intellectual dishonesty, and timidity, and and stagnation. But honest opinions fearlessly followed - they are not sins.
S: I know we used to talk that way. I did it too until the end of my life when I became what you call narrow. It all turns on what are honest opinions.
G: Mine certainly were. They were not only honest but heroic. I asserted them fearlessly. When the doctrine of the Resurrection ceased to commend itself to the critical faculties which God had given me, I openly rejected it. I preached my famous sermon. I defied the whole chapter. I took every risk.
S: What risk? What was at all likely to come of it except what actually came - popularity, sales for your books, invitations, and finally a bishopric?
G: Dick, this is unworthy of you. What are you suggesting?
S: Friend, I am not suggesting it at all. You see, I know now. Let us be frank. Our opinions were not honestly come by. We simply found ourselves, in contact with a certain current of ideas and plunged into it because it seemed modern and successful. At College, you know, we just started automatically writing the kind of essays that got good marks and saying the kind of things that won applause. When, in our whole lives, did we honestly face, in solitude, the one question on which all turned: whether after all the Supernatural might not in fact occur? When did we put up one moment's real resistance to the loss of our faith?

I love C.S. Lewis. I love how he uses logic to prove a spiritual point, that he recognizes that there are many things we can sin over, and that he teaches about sins we may not think about, or may not even think are sins - yet, clearly, they can be. How often are we so caught up in a mortal idea that we forget that there are greater things than what our minds can fathom? So often, that we forget that there are things more important than the cultural ideas of the day?

The Ghost and Spirit continue talking, and the Ghost asks, if he does go into the mountains, will he at least be allowed free thinking? The Spirit responds that he is going to a land of answers, and that he will no longer be thirsty for knowledge because his thirst will be quenched.

Spirit: Listen! Once, you were a child. Once, you knew what inquiry was for. There was a time when you asked questions because you wanted answers, and were glad when you had found them. Become that child again, even now.
Ghost: Ah, but when I became a man I put away childish things.
Spirit: You have gone far wrong. Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth. What you now call the free play of inquiry has neither more nor less to do with the ends for which intelligence was given you than masturbation has to do with marriage.

I love that he's not afraid to just tell it like it is.

While a thirst for knowledge is good, we mustn't go willy-nilly with it. There are bounds to everything the Lord has set; knowledge is no different. When we have found truth, settle. Be content.

There's a lot that stuck out to me in this book; I'll have a couple more posts coming :)

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Why I'm not ever ever ever ever allowed to ever watch another scary movie, ever

Sorry about the split infinitive. It had to be done.

This post could also be called, "Here, Internet and Friends! Learn More About My Ridiculousness!"

The happy pictures are so I
can still be happy while
reading this
I have a rule that I'm not allowed to watch scary movies. It's right up there with, "don't do for yourself something someone else can do for you if it's already cheaper and better." The one time I broke that, I made homemade Twix. Come on, Rosanne. You knew better. Anyway, the reason I broke the scary movie rule was because it starred Daniel Radcliffe. And despite what others may say, I think he's actually turned out to be a pretty decent actor, plus I have my unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter. So you see why I couldn't pass it up. Plus, it didn't look THAT scary!

Big mistake.

(And just FYI, the rest of this post will contain spoilers for The Woman In Black.)

To me, anything that makes a scary movie so is when its plot can somehow be justified or explained, no matter how far-fetched. I'll be creeped out by any kind of demon-like figure (never will I ever watch the Walking Dead because of this. Duh) or "scary" sound, even when I know it's some intern banging on the pipes. Sometimes, it's ok when I can justify a way out the the plot and see how it could never happen, but that's kinda rare. I finally stop being scared when I have a concrete, logical reason for why the movie could never be real. Ever.

Not so with The Woman In Black. Ugh, I can't even say the words without being super freaked out that she's standing behind me. (At this point in writing the post, I had to stop. It was 12:30 AM, Chris was asleep and I was alone with my the dark. They could no longer include scary things. It is now noon and bright outside. I'm good.) That movie was creeeeeeppyyy! The basis started out ok - Daniel had to go to the Big Scary House - though he didn't know it was scary yet - and make sure the will his company had was her last and real will. NBD. He left his son behind with his nanny (his wife had died in childbirth) and off he goes. Once he's there, he meets animosity and resistance from the townspeople, and soon learns that it's because of the woman in black. She's the old homeowner's sister, and she had a baby out of wedlock so her sister adopted him to save face. Well, one day their carriage got stuck in the marshes and the child died, and so the real mother killed herself. She now haunts the village and makes the children kill themselves. I'm not sh*tting you. The movie is about a ghost that makes children - CHILDREN - commit suicide!
Cute Labrador Puppies Wallpaper 3
Cute puppies!

What the hell were you thinking, Hollywood?!? Can you make a creepier plotline? I thought it was just a haunted story, not a sadistic one! And the movie doesn't even end on a happy note! Daniel does all he can - he thinks reuniting them will end her terror, but then, she goes off and makes his own son jump in front of a train! The end! (Daniel jumps too, to try and save him, and they both die. Awesome. It DOES show them reuniting with his wife, which is like the only good part of the whole thing.)

Ok, so I knew it was going to be scary, but I hadn't heard that it was THAT scary so I thought I'd be ok. But then, for the next three nights, I couldn't sleep. I can't remember what, but something took it briefly off my mind for a day or two, and then for two-plus weeks, I was afraid of the dark because I thought she was lurking in every corner. I checked the baby's room, even though it's not even set up yet - because I was afraid she'd hide there, waiting for my baby come so she could make her kill herself. (I know I'm a little child but writing that makes me want to cry.) I'd check the living room, then close all the doors - she didn't go through any doors in the movie. HA! I'd show her! And then I'd curl up in bed and browse Pinterest humor boards until I was tired enough to go to sleep. It got scary when I'd have to get up to pee, but I had a good flashlight until I could turn on the lights, so it at least got me through that.

Repeat. Every night.

Here are the rational thoughts I'd already tried on my own as to why it could never work:

  • The "She can't go through doors thing" (she could still be elsewhere, ready to spring at any moment)
  • Telling myself that Daniel's selfless sacrifice in trying to save his son at the end of the movie broke the curse (no proof)
  • Keeping lights on as much as possible (she's still out there)
  • Remembering that babies can't kill themselves (she'd find a way)
  • "It's fiction and she couldn't exist" (could too!)
  • God wouldn't let it happen (God lets a lot of unfair things happen)
All to no avail. She was still lurking in the house somewhere, the little b*tch.

Happy couple!
Sometimes, Chris would wake up briefly, and I'd say something really quick about being scared, but once he's asleep, he's pretty out of it until morning. So finally, a couple nights ago, I made sure we went to bed early enough that I could talk about my fear and somehow rationally get through it.

I needed to talk through it with Chris, no matter how ridiculous I sounded. This rationalization was getting me nowhere, and it was getting me exhausted.

He knew I'd been scared, so I recapped my fears and coping methods and tried other approaches. We talked through what happened - and suddenly, I had a breakthrough.

I believe we can feel spiritual influences from beyond, good and bad. I'm not sure if I believe that people can see ghosts randomly, or that might have worked - but I think we can at least feel presences. I ALSO believe that God gave us the freedom to choose what we can and cannot do with our lives, and nobody not NOBODY can take that away. Well, *duh* Rosanne! Even if she DID exist, she can't make you or your baby or anyone do JACK SH*T! You get to decide what you do with your life, not some made up ghost out for revenge. That is one thing I'm sure of that God would never take away.

Yay no more sadness!
Why didn't I think of this before? Something about talking through it with Chris brought this all to light. And I felt a lot more peace about it. And finally, I was not scared.


After three weeks! Jeez, Rosanne, really?

This is why I can never ever ever ever ever watch....

You get the point.

(The happy pictures are so that when I read this again, it's easier to think happy thoughts.)

Anyone know how to source these in a less annoying way?)