My not so secret secret

I am deleting my facebook account. I think I am going to be in mourning. Over the past two-three years facebook has meant a lot to me. I have watched my nieces grow, friends graduate college, some had babies. I have connected with family that I never really got to grow up with. All of this thanks to Facebook. :)

The downside that I'm scared, even embarrassed, to say is the reason I am leaving facebook. I became addicted. Truly addicted. I felt it was necessary for me to keep it to stay in touch with family while I was in Japan. Sometimes the time zone difference was too much to always call or Skype, Facebook was handy. I would get on as soon as I woke up, keep it on all day. When I would leave the house as soon as I got back I would be on to see what everyone else had done or if anyone had commented on my status. I love when I see a little red notification flag! It is so exciting to me. It became unhealthy though. I began comparing myself to others in unhealthy ways. I still do. 

Most of you know that I am a Christian. Meaning I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. (I know your thinking, "Oh great, here she brings Jesus into it!" Bear with me though, this is my blog after all.) Some might call me religious, and I times I am ashamed to say that is true. Jesus however was not religious. He IS love, he has called me TO love.  1st John 3:18 "Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth." (I love this entire chapter)

You all know what it is like to have relationships. You have them with your friends, family, co-workers, spouse and so on. Each relationship is different and special. Some are more pleasant, some estranged, some are intimate but the connection is there. In order to have a good working relationship there is always communication. This is where I succeeded in my facebook relationships and failed in my real life ones with Jesus, my husband, even family. I have shared most all of me for the world and not with my savior or the ones he placed closest to me in my life. 

So what does Jesus have to do with me giving up facebook? Unfortunately when I first realized I had a problem, nothing.  1st Corinthians 10:31  says "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." Basically everything I do matters to him. I realized that my life hasn't been glorifying him. It is my hope that through this time without facebook, (I am not sure how long I will be off.) I will get to know my savior and glorify him in all I do. I will get to know myself, my husband, my local friends, and my family better. 

Even as I am typing this now I feel so silly. How could I be addicted to facebook? What is so wrong with seeing what everyone is up to? What is so wrong with telling everyone about my day? Really there is nothing wrong with it. It seems I have just confused the importance of things in my life. I feel this is something that I should have done a couple of months ago but didn't have the strength to. 

I guess that is all I have to say for now. Side note: Please, all of my grammatically correct friends, look over the misuse of commas, misspellings, and other errors. This is me we are talking about after all.

Happy Birthday Dad!

This picture is of me and my dad. I wish I had some pictures of us when we were younger that I could scan up here.
My dad was born on March 23, 1956. He is fifty-five years old tomorrow. :) Haha, now the whole world knows dad! I love you!
When I was a little girl my dad was my hero, wait a minute, he still is! I remember being so excited to see him when he got off work. I always tell him that my favorite time with him would be when we are driving down the road just me and him. Listening to Garth Brooks, "Chains" and "Timber I'm Falling in Love" by Patty Loveless, "God Bless the USA" by Lee Greenwood, and lots of classic rock. We would sing at the top of our lungs and always act out the cymbals during God Bless the USA. (You know you do that too!)
I remember one time waking up at 5am to go fishing with him, as soon as we hit the water I laid out on the back of the boat and fell asleep till 8. Some fishing partner I was!
My dad is one of the hardest working men I know. He served twenty years in the Air Force. He is so proud of that and of America and what America stands for. He constantly prays for this country. He presently works hard labor at an aluminum factory, it is hot hot hot in the summer and cold in the winter. His fingertips are cracked from using his hands, evidence that even though he has some seniority he still works hard.
Another of my favorite memories was when he and my mom would tuck me in at night, after awhile it just became my dad, (mom would stick her head in the door later and say goodnight). He would always pray for me or with me, sometimes laying his hand on my head. He stopped when I was about 16, I then had a job and would get home later. I always missed it. I know that he and my mom still pray for all of us before they go to bed. It's really nice knowing that.
Tomorrow is his birthday and I hope that this entry will be a testament to not only how much I love him but to the type of man he is. The best father, a hard working man, a patriot, and a man of God.
Happy Birthday Dad, you mean the world to me!

Breakfast

I have always been told that breakfast is the most important meal to start your day. Nutritionists say if you skip breakfast, you will most likely have problems with metabolism, weight and even concentration. So why not start a blog by talking about breakfast? I don't want to skip the most important meal of the blog, so to speak. It's my first post so I think that it is important, like breakfast.
I recently changed to the morning shift at the gym I work at. If any of you know anything about gyms, you know they open early. All those morning people have to get there work out in before they go to work. I have to be at work by 4:45am. That means I am up by 3am. Sheesh, that's early! It takes me an hour to get ready, (sometimes an extra ten minutes is needed to look a little cuter) then ten to twenty minutes to eat breakfast and pack my lunch.
I have recently discovered the frozen breakfast burrito. I know they have been around for awhile, but I was always a breakfast sandwich type girl. I save about 10 minutes on my morning routine by popping that bad boy in the oven while I am still putting on my make-up and fixing my hair. Mmmm..breakfast burrito. It is genius and delicious. 
And don't worry, not every post will be about my breakfast. This blog, like most blogs I suppose, will be about my thoughts, day to day happenings and whatever else I want to type for the world to see! ;)