Friday, November 26, 2010

i believe part III

I believe...

"Vision without execution is delusion"

- Thomas Edison

I believe...

"There was never a genius without a tincture of madness"

- Aristotle

I believe...

"A whistling girl and a crowing hen, never come to a very good end"

-Anna Ulferts-Ryks

I believe...

That I need some time off

Don't worry.

(when I get my homework done)

Thursday, November 25, 2010

i believe in more

I believe...
In the power of gratitude.  Something magical happens when I purposefully choose to be thankful and let go of misery & self-rightousness

 I believe...
that pride is my greatest enemy

I believe...
that Heather has her shit together, is a great friend and an even better defender.

I believe...
that I am simply a temporary amusement for a cyber critic and I am asking politely that he move on...  

I believe...
"That I, with body and soul, both in life and in death, am not my own, but belong unto my faithful Savior Jesus Christ; who with His precious blood has fully satisfied for all my sins, and delivered me from all the power of the devil; and so preserves me that without the will of my heavenly Father not a hair can fall from head; yea, that all things must be subservient to my salvation, wherefore by His Holy Spirit He also assures me of eternal life, and makes me heartily willing and ready, henceforth, to live unto Him" (from memory...)

I believe...
That I am called to be completely irrelevant and to stand in this world with nothing to offer but my own vulnerable self (Henri Nouwen)--Thanks Henri you took the words right out of my mouth

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

i believe

     Family circumstances are such that I have the
 of hosting
 my very first Thanksgiving meal.

Never made the 'Bird' before...
I don't own matching dishes or a full flatware set...

And I am sad & scared about the family 'shi-crap'...

Then the blog...
"It's obvious that Annette is a "thinker"...but she needs
 to think a lil' more. And, she really doesn't know what she believes" 

Never have I been accused of needing to
"think a lil' more"...

Over-thinking has always been my problem
And now I have a  persistent, never quiet question meadering
through my head...

"What do I believe?"


Today I believe:

  •   In the wisdom of AA
  •  That love is a difficult discipline   

That's about it for now...I am a slow starter 

Until tomorrow...

(why am I doing this?)


Jeff Foxworthy: I believe that no matter what anybody says, everybody pees in the pool.

Bill Engvall: Or in the shower.

Larry the Cable Guy: Or in the sink.

[Jeff and Bill give him weird looks]

Jeff Foxworthy: I believe... that's the last time I eat at your house.

- Source Unknown

Sunday, November 21, 2010


I have been sitting in front of my computer today composing.  I finished my journal for NURS775,  finished my "Evaluation of Internship Experience" paper and attempted to finish my "Philosophy of Christian Nursing Leadership" paper.  I didn't get the philosophy paper done because I am brain dead, sick of writing school crap and am feeling anxious, irritable, crabby and worn-out; subsequently, I do not feel very Christain at the moment and with that said I am therefore UNQUALIFIED to write the paper to begin with.

I'm not really sure that "Christian" is suppose to be a feeling... I sometimes think that I am confused about the term ."Christian". Period.  No matter what the context. 

All I know is that, "I like the whole God/Jesus/Holy Spirit trinity deal and I think that the trinity package likes me".  And in my estimation,  "like" carries a whole lot more weight than "love".  I mean "love" seems more of an obligation where, "like" is a choice...

I like choice. 

A good example of this principle is found in my marriage to my amazingly likable husband.  For approximately 19.5 years I "loved" my husband...but I didn't "like" him, and honestly life was not much fun...  Currently, I "like" my husband and life is so much better.  I'll trade you "like" over "love" anyday.  If you disagree with my theory that's okay, I don't have to love OR like you... 

I think I'm rambling...but, I just wanted to say something that was not theory, researched based or requiring APA format...

I think that I am done now.

Thursday, November 11, 2010


Have you ever thought about you?
I mean the you that was you before you were you?

I'm talking about the you that was you
before the "ewe" [aka "yuck"] of parental procreation...

I have.

I have had this strange imagining lately.
In my imagination I see myself called to the throne room of Heaven.

In my imagination I am not Annette the adult or Annette the child or Annette the infant or even Annette the embryo. 

No, in my imagination I am Annette--itty, bitty, pea-sized sunbeam of spirit, and I am standing in God's Holy Presence. (Or would I be levitating, floating, beaming...whatever)

He tells me He wants to send me to Earth.  I am going on a journey.  I will be born.  I will live.  I will die.  He starts to fill me in on some of the details of this adventure...

....and I throw the biggest temper tandrum you could ever imagine.  My retort to God goes something like this:

You have got to be nuts!  I'm not going down there.  Have you seen what they do to one another.  I don't belong there.  I want to stay here. You know if I go down there it won't go well.  I'll make a wreck of things. You know I don't like people.  People are messy.  Please let me stay.  Please let me stay.  Please.  Please.  Pretty please? 
Yea, it goes down something like that.  The me that was me before I was me was "all about me".  Somethings never change.

And apparently I did not win the debate because as you can tell, here I am.  A misfit, vagabond and ragamuffin just hanging out living life as best she can.  Knowing that there is more.  Yes.  More.  Thankfully.  More. 
    “If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world”
--C.S. Lewis

Monday, November 8, 2010

My Favorite First Lady

One rose in 1933 was named the Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt rose 

"I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall."

Eleanor Roosevelt


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Blaze. Orange.

Just pretending lately that all is fine. 

That is pretty much all I have to say.

I use to be good at keeping quiet.

It is hard now.

Some stories are not mine to tell.

Here is what I can tell you...

Went for a walk this morning.  Wore the Blaze.  Orange.  Beanie. 

I like the Blaze. Orange. Beanie. 

Blaze. Orange. is hard to ignore.

Other stuff is hard to ignore too. 

Blaze. Orange.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Can't wait for 2012...

Ahhhhhh...At Last!...Election Day!
The Drama. Will. Soon. Be. Over.

It is Tuesday morning.
I have not yet voted.
But I will.

 I am still undecided on some of the candidates.

You would think after they (the politicians and their respective parties) spent millions on ads/ mailings/media/ meant to "educate" me (the voter) and give me (the voter) the information needed to make an informed choice that I (the voter) would have all that I need to confidently walk into the township hall and drop my ballot in the bucket...

Millions of dollars have failed me (the voter).
I found no benefit in any of it.

The candidates have put so much effort into pointing out their opponents shortcomings they have neglected to hammer home what they represent.

I find that I am confused about where the candidates stand on the important issues facing our state and nation.

I am having difficulty deciding which candidate will not take a hammer or chisel to our Nation's Christian Foundation.

I have formed no affinity toward any candidate or political party. 

I really do not even want to vote.
But I will.

The verbal bloodshed has been particularly ugly this election...

And I have decided that I will caste my vote based upon one simple issue that is important to me:



"Which candidate BASHED their opponent less?"
That is the question I will attempt to answer today.

It is gonna be a hard...

The Simple Suffragist