tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39508887533867065092024-03-14T03:47:32.526-05:00Sing!Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.comBlogger315125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-58466087068101195382016-07-10T20:32:00.002-05:002016-07-10T20:32:37.356-05:00Sit Down You're Rockin' the BoatEver heard of <b>Guys and Dolls</b>?<br />
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There's a song in it called <i>Sit Down You're Rockin' the Boat</i>. I don't know that anyone has ever said those exact words to me, but boy have they been implied a lot in my lifetime. I've never exactly been a conformist, but I also wouldn't say that I push boundaries for the sake of pushing boundaries. I simply feel how I feel, believe what I believe and I am not going to apologize for it (and I don't necessarily believe that you should).<br />
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I will admit that I have learned to soften my tone and approach over the years. However, it doesn't keep people from being uncomfortable. It doesn't make some conversations easy or less awkward. I'm creating waves in someone's otherwise peaceful ocean of blissful ignorance/plausible deniability. I'm causing unrest on someone's peaceful beach where they typically think about little beyond the bubble they live in.<br />
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It has happened in school. It has happened at work. It has happened in a car with friends. It has happened at church (a lot!!!!). That last one bothers me the most.<br />
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<i>Sit Down You're Rockin' the Boat</i> really means:<br />
1. I don't want to be challenged.<br />
2. I don't agree with you.<br />
3. You're pissing me off. (see 1 and 2)<br />
4. You're a woman, why are you even talking? (in a church setting mostly!)<br />
5. We've never done it that way. We've always done it this way. No change. No change. La la la.<br />
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In the past few days as I have mulled over the events in the US, I've prayed and thought a lot about the best way for me to use my 'gift' of being a 'boat rocker' in a productive way. So many things, I feel begin with education - educating myself on the things, historically, that I have been unaware of, blissfully ignorant to. Discomfort. Awkward, sometimes tough conversations. Those are the some things this girl expects to experience and pursue in the coming days.<br />
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And if YOU are sitting down, I hope you'll think about standing up for things that matter.Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-46540339320625997112015-10-20T21:18:00.000-05:002015-10-22T20:06:46.972-05:00Hamilton: The Musical - A Wannabe Rebel's Reflection<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For months I read all I could about this show. The hype surrounding the show was unbelievable. I haven't purchased a cast album since the release of Wicked. I haven't purchased an entire album on iTunes in YEARS. Songs here and there, but not an entire album. THIS? This was different. I NEEDED this. I harassed Chris
Jackson about the release date of the cast album. Once released, I listened to the album on
repeat for days, hearing new things every time-smiling and shaking my head at
how brilliant Lin is with words and how amazing the cast is with giving his
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">History has never felt alive for me. I mostly tolerated it
in school. I knew little of our founding fathers because I had the attention
span of a gnat most days in history class and I started getting glassy-eyed
about 5 minutes in. Everything was rote. I just memorized what I needed to know
for the test. I am forever changed, though, (and am seriously considering
reading a book that is probably going to take me 10 years to get through
because it’s 800+pages) all because of a few hours at The Richard Rodgers
Theater.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This show is probably the only show to leave me truly
speechless. It is brilliant
for so many reasons that I have a difficult time even knowing where to begin.
The genius that is Hamilton is so many layers deep, that trying to dissect WHY
it is so fantastic seems almost impossible. My experience in theater has taught
me that I can’t do anything on a stage without the people behind the scenes.
Hamilton’s brilliance – genius – couldn’t exist without some of the things that
many people sitting in those theater seats are probably taking for granted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The scenic design looks simple on the surface, but is truly complex
– which is a perfect analogy for this show. The costumes are gorgeous. The
staging is brilliant - the choreography is intense, moving as quickly as the
words, at times. The lighting design is stunning. The sound design (which
probably goes unnoticed by almost everyone) is so well done that I honestly don’t know
where to begin. Because this show has singing (like a typical musical), as well
as rap and hip-hop, the sound design had to be key. Otherwise, the audience was
never going to be able to hear everything going on (because, let’s be honest,
there is a LOT going on during this show). The sound design is beyond genius. Brilliance - layers deep, people. This show is
tight and does not have a weak spot. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy. The way he has kept a constant flow of each of the individual
lives of the characters at the forefront with so many things going on is
fascinating. No one character ever monopolizes the stage (well, except George). So many of the choices I saw on stage that night I know were his and it’s
one of the major layers of genius in this show. “Satisfied” is probably one of
the best examples I can give. Moments you see play out during “Helpless”
physically replay during “Satisfied”. Mind blowing to watch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Alex. Those orchestrations. Lin doesn’t do it all, people.
There are so many brilliant people in his village. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lin. I’m convinced the man doesn’t sleep and his brain works
on creative levels I can only dream of attaining, but he gave one of the most
moving performances I have ever seen. Not only is he a creative force to be reckoned with, he is also a fabulous performer. You, sir, are an inspiration. Thank you for
sharing you gifts with the rest of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Leslie. Because of him, I no longer know how I feel about
Aaron Burr. You never really think about things deeper than the surface. He
shot Alexander Hamilton – jerk. That was the extent of my thoughts on Burr. Now,
he’s much more. Leslie’s portrayal of Burr is another layer to this musical
that is sheer brilliance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Daveed. This guy spits rhymes at a pace that my ears can
barely keep up with. He’s seriously amazing. His smile is infectious and as
much as I love Lafayette, his Thomas Jefferson has me undone. This guy is the
real deal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jonathan. The only performer in the entire production who
demands a spotlight, his King George III is hilarious and show-stopping.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Let’s talk about the ladies for a moment. Those Schuyler
Sisters can sing. The end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Renée. I am slain. Undone. This woman raps and sings and
looks like her daddy has money while she’s doing it. Class act. “Satisfied” is
forever etched in my mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Phillipa. Considering how little I knew of Eliza Hamilton
and that I spent half of the show feeling a bit sorry for her then all of a
sudden feeling like she was a force to be reckoned with, I think Phillipa’s
performance is emotionally-charged and brilliant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I saved my favorite for last. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Chris. He’s a brilliant performer. (Lin keeps him around for several reasons. This is one of them, I'm certain.) There’s something different about this performance, though. He’s a fantastic
singer. I have always said he could sing the phone book and I would probably
listen (at least for a while). However, while watching him as George Washington
something happened that’s never happened before. I forgot it was Chris. I was
so lost in the show, in his character, that for a moment in time, he was
George Washington. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t want to diminish the brilliance of the other
performers. The cast is 21 strong (I counted at curtain call) and each brings
so much to the ‘Hamilton table’. I was
told while standing on the Hamilton stage that I wasn’t allowed to speak of
Tony awards, but since I’m sitting on my couch, just let me say that there will
be mutiny on the Broadway fan ship if I don’t see nominations for most of the
following in June (take notes Tony nomination committee!):<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Best Book of a Musical<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Best Performance of an Actor in a Leading Role<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Best Performance of an Actor in a Featured Role<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Best Performance of an Actress in a Featured Role<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Best Scenic Design of a Musical<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Best Direction of a Musical<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This musical is most certainly one for the history books. Sell your first-born and go see it. Or pray to the #Ham4Ham gods, show up 2 hours before showtime and try to win the lottery. </span><br />
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<b>1/4</b> C plus <b>2</b> TBS oil (I used a light olive oil)<br />
<b>1/4</b> C all-purpose flour<br />
<b>2</b> C milk<br />
Salt<br />
Cayenne Pepper<br />
<b>1/2 </b>C shredded Parmesan (about 2 oz)<br />
<b>1/2 </b>C shredded Monterey Jack/Cheddar mix (about 2 oz)<br />
<b>1</b> C chopped onions<br />
<b>1 </b>(9 or 10-oz) bag fresh spinach, stemmed, rinsed and chopped<br />
<b>1 </b>TBS minced garlic<br />
<b>2 </b>(15 oz) cans artichoke hearts, drained and julienned<br />
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Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.<br />
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Combine 1/4 C of the oil and flour in a saucepan over medium heat. Stir the mixture constantly for 5 to 6 minutes for a blond roux. Whisk in the milk and bring the liquid up to a boil. Season the liquid with salt and cayenne. Simmer the liquid for 5 to 6 minutes, or until the liquid is thick and coats the back of a spoon. Remove the sauce from the heat and stir in the cheeses. Set the sauce aside.<br />
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In a saute pan, heat the remaining 2 TBS of oil. When the oil is hot, add the onions and saute for 2 minutes. Stir in handfuls of spinach at a time until all of the spinach is incorporated. Add garlic and artichoke and saute for 2 minutes. Season the vegetables with salt and cayenne. Remove from heat and turn into a mixing bowl. Fold the cheese sauce into the vegetables. Turn the mixture into a baking pan. Bake dip for 10-15 minutes, or until the top is golden brown.<br />
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Serve the dip with chips.<br />
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Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-21795869455689951422014-06-18T19:34:00.001-05:002014-06-18T19:34:17.365-05:00Batman? Well, not quite.A month and a half ago, I was on the phone with my mom, standing in our basement going through a box, when all of a sudden something started flying around. Our basement ceiling is pretty low and it was flying pretty fast, so it was difficult to tell for certain but I was pretty sure it was a bat. I made a mad dash for the stairs, screaming the whole time, trying not to run into the damn thing. I slammed the door to trap it.<br />
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As soon as I got upstairs I hung up with my mom and called Ronnie at work. I told him there was something in the basement - a bat, a bird - it was flying around and I wasn't going back down there until it was out! When he got home he went downstairs, armed with the leaf blower. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. What? You thought I was going to help? After about a half hour of effort, he declared me crazy and the basement to be free of all things flying. For nearly a week and a half I slowly creeped into the basement every single time I went down there. I inspected the rafters and hurriedly completed my tasks. I was not taking chances. I KNEW what I saw and I didn't want to see it again. I eventually started to think that perhaps I WAS crazy or maybe it had found it's way out. Whatever the case....good riddance!<br />
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WRONG!<br />
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This evening Ronnie went to the basement and my bat friend dive-bombed HIS head! Karma. Not only did he have to admit that I wasn't crazy, he had to get the damn thing out. (You didn't think I was going to do it, did you?) By the time he went back down stairs it was crawling around on the floor - malnourished and I think they almost gave each other a heart attack. He finally got it in a towel and out the door. It wouldn't even fly away. He had to go out a few minutes later and shake the towel again to get it to fly away.<br />
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A bat. In our basement. FOR ALMOST TWO MONTHS!!! You can't make this stuff up, people.Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-67907198260961163742014-06-17T17:01:00.001-05:002014-06-18T18:24:53.055-05:00A Change is Gonna ComeIt's been over a year since I last posted. A lot has happened in my life - some exciting things, some things I could've done without, but life keeps going. That's how it works, right? You roll with the punches and keep going?<br />
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In the past year:</div>
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<li>I've had a relapse</li>
<li>Ronnie and I made the decision to not have children (a story for another day)</li>
<li>I started a new part-time job</li>
<li>I gained another niece and 2 more nephews - well, one is still refusing to come out and play (looking at you ELI!)</li>
<li>Ronnie and I bought a house! WHAT?!?!? (lots of stories about home ownership already)</li>
<li>I gave up church for lent (pretty sure I need to write a book)</li>
<li>this list could go on for a while...quite a lot has happened</li>
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I have thought frequently about blogging. It's more therapy for me than anything else and I've needed some therapy during the last 13 months! I've come to believe that people who think they don't need help in some form are crazier than I am (and that's saying something).</div>
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So, I don't know how frequently I'll post or what I'll post about. Worship is still near and dear to my heart, so you may get post related to that periodically. I may post some of the recipes for dishes I fix when people come to visit for all of you who are constantly wanting me to cook you something. If you actually want ME to cook it, you have to come and see me! </div>
Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-17166616130244277302013-05-23T11:35:00.001-05:002016-07-11T07:29:37.904-05:00Singing in ChurchI read this article today - again:<br />
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I have a LOT of 'thoughts' about this. I am going to share a few.</div>
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It's suggested in the article that one of the problems is how worship in the church has moved from a book of hymns to an unlimited number of songs with the added technology of projection and access to music. They point to the fact that song familiarity has lessened because of the number of songs in a congregations' repertoire and a leader's lack of commitment to make the song more familiar - more concerned with new music than familiarity.</div>
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This isn't an issue of why <b>MEN</b> have stopped singing. It's more of an issue of an entire congregation, minus several individuals, not singing. In some churches, worship has become more about performance than worship. We sing songs in keys that aren't accessible to most of the congregation. Most members of a congregation are non-singers - male and female. Now from a vocal instructor perspective, males are more likely than females to <b>not</b> sing in a group setting. (I could give you the research that shows the numbers and explanations. It is basically linked to childhood and someone telling them they couldn't sing, so they stopped. However, it's becoming a bigger issue among women, as well.)</div>
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How do you get non-singers to worship? </div>
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<li>-Choose songs with lyrics worth getting stuck in your head - lyrics that reflect sound theology or are based in Scripture. Who doesn't love a song that brings Scripture to mind when you sing it?</li>
<li>-Use new songs in your worship services - a LOT - like, until they become old songs. Give people options for downloading the songs, meditating on the lyrics - things that will help increase their familiarity.</li>
<li>-Choose keys that allow your congregation to sing with ease - not keys that allow you to show off your 'talent'.</li>
<li>-Practice enough before the worship service that you do not have to think about musical stuff and can simply worship - not perform. If you don't get to the foot of the throne, how in the world are the people you are leading going to get there? </li>
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In my honest opinion, a lot of 'worship services' have very little worship taking place. Sometimes we need to strip away everything in order to really worship. Take the spotlight off of worship leaders, worship teams, musicians, instruments and put the spotlight on God. </div>
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My agenda for the day:<br />
Get Ronnie's oil changed at 8AM<br />
Meet with the girl I mentor<br />
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Not bad, right?<br />
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What actually happened:<br />
I couldn't get in Ronnie's car from the driver's side. The door wouldn't open from the outside or the inside. I load my stuff in the backseat and crawl in from the passenger side. I drive to the shop and beg the mechanic to take a look at it. He does. It's not good. He's pretty sure the latch is broken. The door panel has to come off (I am told it could crack in the process - really? Who cares? I'm currently climbing over the center console.). He calls around to check for parts and then calls the Mazda dealership. I opt to schedule an appointment with Mazda for 1:30PM this afternoon.<br />
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Mechanic proceeds to change oil. The car has been making a squealing noise since he replaced the alternator. Mechanic figures out sound is coming from alternator and replaces almost new alternator...again. Noise still there. FAIL. I climb in the car. The door panel is partly off, the window is down. I finally get the window up because I need AC by this point (and a drink).<br />
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I have some time before the appointment at Mazda. I decide to make a stop at Target. I climb out of the car (I have this down to a fine art at this point - slide the driver seat all the way back, sling the right leg over the console, move your butt to the console and then to the passenger seat, swing left leg over console. Exit and hope no one is staring at you - but there is always someone). I lock the door, go in and do my shopping. I get back out to the car and realize that the way I normally unlock the door (with the key - in the driver's door - the only place that there is a keyhole - is not going to work. I don't have a key fob to Ronnie's car.) I call Ronnie and while I'm talking to him, I realize that there is a keyhole on the trunk. He tells me there is a seat release inside of the trunk.<br />
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Are you following here?<br />
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No, there are no pictures - which is sad because I'm certain it was a sight to behold. I crawled through the trunk and into the backseat to hit an unlock button and then I climbed back out of the trunk. The poor lady who was watching me is probably still trying to figure out what in the world I was doing. I opened the back door, crawled in the backseat and hit the unlock button on the front door. I the climbed through the passenger side again to get back to the driver's seat.<br />
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I decided on McDonald's for lunch (don't judge me!). I opted for the drive-thru as not to force myself to climb again. I forgot about the window. UGH. I should've just crawled over and got out.<br />
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I finally get to the Mazda dealership and crawl out of the passenger side - again. It takes them a LONG time to figure out what's wrong - it's not simple and they don't have all of the parts. I rent a car and head home. I called Ronnie, but he wouldn't let me just trade his in - something about it not being in our budget. SMH!<br />
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On the way home I stopped at the grocery store and bought brownies. That's what I was supposed to do, right? Bake brownies after a day like today?<br />
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I knew it was WAY past time for me to be home when I stopped at a stop light (because it was RED) and I saw a guy 2 vehicles behind me mouthing because I didn't just run the light. I felt the need to get out of my car and go 'chat' with him. I didn't do it, y'all, but I really wanted to. Instead I came home and baked my brownies.<br />
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Have I mentioned that I get to go back tomorrow?Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-27567930925805816912013-04-13T21:30:00.001-05:002013-04-13T21:37:22.330-05:00Dot-to-Dot (not Dot Dot)So this week has been a little rough. I received 3 notices that I was not chosen for jobs I had applied for, but after this week I've decided that might've been a God send. <br />
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It's just been busy. I've had a lot on my plate and trying to budget my energy has been challenging. I'm discovering that no amount of sleep cures or gets rid of the fatigue MS cause. I have a hard time explaining it, but its seriously bone-deep fatigue. I sometimes sleep so that it will extend my energy...so I can make it through the day, but sleep doesn't make it go away. <br />
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And the headaches...<br />
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I had a little vision trouble last Thursday. Once I could open my eyes and see like a normal person, I had a headache...like "go home, crawl in a cool dark place or you're gonna throw up" headache. On a scale of 1-10 for headaches, it was an 8.5. This headache and I have had our ups and downs, somedays we get to a 2, but yet it remains....like a 6th toe. Good for nothing!<br />
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Went to the neuro. He thinks it migraines. Duh. I've had them FOREVER. Got steroids (they're not making the headache go away as he promised...just making me sweaty, nauseous and have indigestion). Got migraine meds. Got an appointment at The Headache Clinic...in AUGUST! I may claw my eyes out by then! And we are switching my MS meds. <br />
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Right now I feel like I'm somewhere in the middle of a Dot-to-Dot. Like 15 on my way to 100. I have no idea what the picture looks like. Right now I'm ok with that. I'm curious, but too exhausted with the process to think about Dot 16 much less Dot 100. <br />
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And for those of you who are curious, Dot Dot (or Dottie) is my in-laws dog. Clo-Clo (their pastor's daughter calls her Dot Dot). Clo-Clo also calls my mother-in-law Dot Dot. She's 2. It's still cute. Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-60921599505481897722013-03-14T09:38:00.000-05:002013-03-14T09:38:26.199-05:00God's Perfect and Permissive WillRonnie and I were talking last night about this and it's still stirring in my head and heart.<br />
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Has there ever been a time in your life when you knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, what God's will was for your life at that moment? It may have been a job, a relationship, where you should live...but you KNEW that was God's will. God's PERFECT will is why we seek His face.<br />
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We desire the best that He has for us, but sometimes 'free will' gets in the way. Free will - you know that thing that God allows us to have so we're not just His puppets? And sometimes, God's Perfect will for our life is thwarted by the 'free will' of other humans (looking at you Joseph - with your nasty mean brothers). We then enter into the territory of God's PERMISSIVE will.<br />
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Now, it's one thing when WE make the choices that move us from His Perfect to Permissive will, but it's something totally different when someone else does it for you. As I was reading through a few things this morning trying to wrap my head around this topic, I found the story of "Jack and Jill".<br />
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The short version: Jack and Jill knew it was God's Perfect will for them to spend their lives together. Jack proposed. Jill said, "Yes." The day of the wedding comes and Jill becomes a run-a-way bride. Jack is instantly thrown from God's Perfect will into His Permissive will because of Jill's decision ('free will'). What does this mean for Jack? Does he now spend the rest of his life in God's Permissive will? Does he miss out on the blessings that come from walking in God's Perfect will? I suggest not. Mostly because Scripture tells me that 'all things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose.'<br />
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There comes a point when it's simply too late to 'go back', though - the moment has passed. Even if Jill had returned 6 or 7 months later, so much would've changed that God's Perfect will would no longer be God's Perfect will. It's just sad and disappointing to know that God's Perfect will could have come to pass in a situation and then didn't because of someone exercising their 'free will'. (Selfish) It's frustrating to be the one who feels like you were cheated out of the best God had for you. However, because He works all things for good, you can know that He will redeem the situation.<br />
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Jill walked away from her faith and eventually ends up in a not-so-happy marriage. Jack? He's happily married and feels like through it all, God has blessed him and worked all things for good in His life.Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-15298299274655562672013-03-12T11:13:00.000-05:002013-03-12T11:13:19.838-05:00Hey, It's OkI am linking up with <a href="http://whisperingwriter.blogspot.com/2013/03/hey-its-okay-tuesday_12.html">Airing My Dirty Laundry, One Sock at a Time</a>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hey, It's Ok</span><br />
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To be sad that the weather isn't like Sunday's weather<br />
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To be anxious to meet my new niece and currently un-born nephew who will be making his appearance soon.<br />
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That I just ate lunch and am still hungry (is that really ok?)<br />
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That I have to pee 17 times a day - perhaps you should drink more water if you don't<br />
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That I am entertaining the idea of driving 30 minutes tomorrow to buy a sweatshirt. Anyone want to ride along? :-)Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-18927723019350046282013-03-11T17:17:00.002-05:002013-03-11T17:17:14.024-05:00Spiritual ADDOk, so ADD is no joke, but even less so in the spiritual realm.<br />
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Do you have Spiritual ADD?<br />
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During your prayer time, do you end up mentally making a to-do list rather than praying?<br />
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Do you start out your day with the intention of keeping your mind on heavenly things, then someone cuts you off in traffic and you may or may not utter some unholy word offerings?<br />
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Do you have trouble focusing when you read your Bible? OR Do you just have trouble finding time to read your Bible?<br />
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Journaling sometimes helps me to focus during prayer time and sermons. How do you deal with your Spiritual ADD?<br />
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<br />Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-46052271329854245372013-02-11T12:57:00.000-06:002013-02-11T12:57:08.914-06:00Crockpot Chicken Tortilla Soup<b>Ingredients</b><br />
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<li>-Chicken Broth (48oz)</li>
<li>-1 can-Cream of Chicken Soup</li>
<li>-1 pod-Knoll Chicken Stock</li>
<li>-1 can-Whole Kernel Corn, drained</li>
<li>-1 can-Black Beans, drained and rinsed</li>
<li>-1 can-Mild Rotel w/Green Chilies, drained</li>
<li>-3/4 tsp-Cumin</li>
<li>-1/2 tsp-Chili Powder</li>
<li>-1/2 tsp-Garlic Powder</li>
<li>-1/2 package-Taco Seasoning (I use Wick Fowlers - you can use McCormick or something comparable)</li>
<li>-Meat from 1 Rotisserie Chicken</li>
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Serve with Mexican blend shredded cheese and a dollop of sour cream.Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-42794791921254492432013-02-01T18:32:00.001-06:002013-02-01T20:19:02.943-06:00I'm Sorry. It's a Good Place to StartToday I posted a link on Facebook about pastor stiffing a waitress. She was dining with a group. Anyone who has dined with large groups of people knows that gratuity is typically added...usually 18%. This pastor wrote (on the check) something along the line of 'I give God 10%, why should I give you 18%?' She scratched out the tip and changed the total amount. I was seriously livid! <br />
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Its been on my mind all day long. I'm still upset. I am a Christian and I have been a waitress. I loathed working on Sundays. Church people were frequently RUDE and rarely tipped...forget tipping well. This is just one example of why people shouldn't walk around saying "I'm a Christian" unless they intend to behave that way. <br />
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I'm sick of 'Christians' (and I'm using that term very loosely here) who behave like this. I am not perfect. No one is. Being a Christian does not make anyone perfect. However, I firmly believe that when you experience the life-changing love of Jesus it changes you. It is reflected in how you live your life...or at least it should be.<br />
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So, to those of you who have been hurt by individuals claiming to be Christians or have been turned off to church because of church people, I am sorry. Please allow me to apologize on behalf of the church. The church is comprised of human beings. We don't have it all together, so we have no right to act 'holier than thou'. God loves you. So do I. <br />
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I know this doesn't fix everything, but it's a good place to start.Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com3The Root Cafe Coffee House 852 West Bath Road, Cuyahoga Falls41.165439 -81.535493tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-31544620716193509002013-01-26T13:06:00.002-06:002013-01-27T17:16:08.418-06:00Kid President!Happy Sunday! Hope this makes your week a little brighter.<br />
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Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-71214303430768669112013-01-21T20:45:00.001-06:002013-01-21T20:45:38.114-06:00Dear Employers - I Want a Job!That's right. I WANT a job. A full-time job. A job where I get up every single day and go do something I like. (No retail. No food service. No sales.) A job where I feel like I am making a difference. A job where I earn my paycheck. Is that too much to ask?<div>
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Apparently, yes.</div>
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How is it that I am not qualified to do 100's of things that I perfectly capable of doing? What's that, I don't have the appropriate degree? Here's some food for thought: I have spent approximately 7 years in higher education courses. 7 years! That means if I had been taking the appropriate coursework I would be 1 year and an exam away from being a doctor. But here's the thing...I'm not applying for jobs that require me to perform surgery, rocket science, or repair computers. I am NOT qualified to perform those tasks. However, I would be perfectly capable of performing the duties of a bank teller, a bookkeeper, an office assistant, I could supervise, manage, or direct. I was a teacher for Pete's sake...a MUSIC teacher! Oh, and did I mention that I managed to run my own business WHILE I was working full-time? I'm like Wonder Woman and Supergirl all wrapped up in one! </div>
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I'm amazing and you can't get past the fact that I majored in music.</div>
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I worked for a government program when I finished my undergrad - nothing to do with music. I went back to school because I was asked to implement a general music program in a school where one didn't exist. I didn't possess all of the skills I felt were needed. I found a way to learn. After 6 years, the school district cut the program. I took that job because I felt as though I could make a difference - and I DID. When they cut the program I knew I would never teach in a public school again. I married and we moved to Ohio. It isn't worth the hassle for me to switch all of my certifications only to once again struggle to find employment and always wonder if that will be the next thing on the chopping block. That season of my life is over and my heart isn't in it.</div>
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I am an intelligent woman. I am very organized and detail-oriented. I have many strengths that would serve employers well. So, why have I been unemployed for almost 18 months? That's right...I don't have the degree you seek. Here's a thought: Hire me and teach me how to do the things I can't figure out. You're going to do that anyways - even with the person who has the appropriate degree. Higher education is over-rated. Hire people and train them to do the work you require of them. Hire ME. I want a job!</div>
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PS- Why do you call something entry level if you're going to require an MBA and 4 other certifications?</div>
Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-64648412063024801732013-01-17T18:23:00.001-06:002013-01-17T18:25:09.117-06:00LooseThis week. Well, it has been better than last week. Today wasn't super productive, but there's always tomorrow, right?<br />
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I have actually started a food journal this week. A friend offered to be my "accountability partner". So far. So good. Writing down that cherry cordial milkshake was a little more painful than drinking it. :-)<br />
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Today I successfully found a "mom and pop's" jewelry store and I am already in love with them. While at the mall yesterday, I was going to have a lady at one of the jewelry stores clean my wedding rings. When she inspected them, she said I had 2 loose stones. Well, I'm not exactly excited about chain jewelry stores (spoiled by Lang's in Cape Girardeau), so I put a message on Facebook and I received a lot of responses (FB rocks for things like that!). I did a little research, made my choice and I have 3 loose stones - not 2 (EEK!) - but I will have the rings back in a week and they will look lovely! I found a beautiful pair of earrings, an awesome ring, and a pearl necklace, that I would happily wear, while I was there (about 15 minutes).<br />
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I'm still job hunting...and considering school (bluh) - like medical transcription or something else that's more of a 1 year program. I honestly don't know what God would have me do. I feel like I have many gifts and I could use them in many places, but I just feel so uncertain about the job thing. Thoughts?Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-80754014733016956232013-01-14T12:36:00.000-06:002013-01-14T12:36:59.030-06:00Chicken Florentine Soup with Tortellini<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>1/2 package of frozen cheese tortellini (about 9.5oz) - or 9 oz. refrigerated package</li>
<li>14 oz. chicken broth</li>
<li>1-2 pods - Knorr Homestyle Chicken Stock (I used 2)</li>
<li>10 oz. Classico Light Creamy Alfredo Sauce</li>
<li>2C - Tyson Frozen Grilled and Ready Oven Roasted Diced Chicken Breast</li>
<li>1/2C oil-packed dried tomato strips, drained (I used 3/4 of a 7.5oz jar with a julienne cut.)</li>
<li>3C lightly packed fresh baby spinach (I use pre-packaged from the produce section.)</li>
<li>Shredded Parmesan for garnish</li>
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<br />Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-63207917765475110832012-12-28T21:07:00.002-06:002012-12-28T21:07:23.335-06:00A Letter of ThanksTo those who clear roads in the winter - the city workers, the highway department workers, the state workers, and even the farmers who take their tractors out (because they're awesome like that!) - thank you! You spend LONG hours in nasty conditions - sometimes going more than 24 hours without sleep. I just want you to know that you are appreciated very much. Stay safe.Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-26355240441539542652012-12-25T21:49:00.001-06:002012-12-25T21:50:06.244-06:00Receive This Blessing<b>An Irish Christmas Blessing </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Keith Getty and Kristyn Getty<br />Copyright © 2004 Thankyou Music/ Adm. by worshiptogether.com songs excl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">UK & Europe, adm. by Kingsway Music. tym@kingsway.co.uk</span><br />
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Now may the fragrance of His peace<br />
Soar through your heart like the dove released<br />
Hide in His wings oh, weary distant soul<br />
He'll guide your spirit home<br />
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And may His love poured from on high<br />
Flow to the depths of your deepest sigh<br />
Oh come and drink from the only living stream<br />
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And may the hope that will not deceive<br />
Through every pain bring eternal ease<br />
There is no night that can steal the promises<br />
His coming brings to us<br />
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So may His joy rush over you<br />
Delight in the path He has called you to<br />
May all your steps walk in Heaven's endless light<br />
Beyond this Christmas night</div>
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I'm beyond mad! My body sucks. It doesn't function properly and I HATE it with a passion! So, I've implemented M.I. 75. I need to lose at LEAST 75lbs. and it seems like an impossible feat. I'm starting by putting one foot in front of the other. If I make massive changes I will NOT stick with it. One change at a time. I'm choosing consistency with exercise and change 1.</div>
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Sheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330246281515813446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950888753386706509.post-27088166508735599172012-12-06T18:17:00.002-06:002012-12-06T18:17:41.480-06:00A Letter to the WeatherDear Weather-<br />
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I am sick and tired of not knowing what season the next day is going to be. You have jacked my allergies up! However, the last 2 days have been delightfully winter like, so I thank you for finally remembering what season it is and getting your act together.Now I would like a little snow please.<br />
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With anticipation,<br />
Sheena<br />
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Thanksgiving was delightful! Getting to be with our families was THE BEST! We all took pictures of what we were thankful of for.</div>
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I made a new friend. So adorable (and she LOVES My Little Ponies!)</div>
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He shall be called Ryan Christopher.</div>
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On Cyber Monday (while Cyber shopping), I rolled my ankle, there was a loud pop, pain and lots of colors. Talented. Yes, I am.</div>
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Hubby and I both felt puny earlier this week, but we're on the mend. I fed him chicken noodle soup - that's what a good wife is supposed to do, right? It worked. </div>
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<b style="font-size: x-large;">Album: <i>Joy: An Irish Christmas</i></b><br />
<b style="font-size: x-large;">by Keith & Kristyn Getty</b><br />
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