Keepin on Keepin on

My classes for next semester are things I'm very much so interested in.  I had my schedule done up yesterday, and I am quite pleased with the outcome if I do say so myself.  Moving on, the storms that rolled through yesterday and last night were ferocious.  One funny thing that did happen (which isn't funny when you really think about it) yesterday was that I was standing outside drinking coffee, waiting on hubby to get back up.  The neigbors were walking up to the store along the sidewalk, and the wind was whipping super hard.  The construction crews had been doing work along our road, so naturally they had road work signs up.  The wind was so hard that right when the neighbor (one had went on ahead, and the other was heading back) walked right by the sign, it flew off.  I thought he'd pass out, it scared him so bad.  Hubby said that when he come up, the neighbor was sitting on their porch, shakily smoking a cigeratte.  Bless his heart.  It would have scared me too, but I was laughing too hard at his reaction. 

I had the hiccups for about two hours tonight.  The only thing that helps me is guzzling water.  I drank about 4 bottles of water within 2 hours.  Bah. 

Random musings on a Good Christian Wife

It's been a few days since I've last posted.  Nothing really has been going on, other than the normal day-to-day things.  I heard a sermon online a couple of months ago about what a good wife is according to the Word of God.  I have some things to say about that.

My husband is my best friend, my confidant.  With us being a Christian, God-Fearing family, we believe and know that he is also the spiritual and physical head of the household; according to what the Bible says.  The woman is to be the help-mate to the husband, the weaker vessel.  I'm not saying that women are by no means weak-women can be just as strong as a man in some areas.  Lets face it though.  Women were not born as physically strong as men.  I'm a strong woman, intellectually and emotionally.  My husband is the brawn in this marriage.  He takes care of things that need to be taken care of as far as it comes down to strength-lifting things, carrying things, etc.  I take care of my husband's needs, as a good Godly woman ought to.  I do the majority of the shopping for the household, but my husband comes with me and carries the groceries.  I respect his authority.  I never do anything without consulting him first-ie: I wouldn't buy something costly without his opinion.  He wouldn't buy something costly without consulting me.  He has the final say-so, according to what the Bible teaches.  He fixes things, he protects his house spiritually and protects me physically.  He is the epitome of what a good Christian man is towards his wife.  Jesus is at the head of our marriage, my husband is the head of me.  By no means does he tell me what to do, by no means is he the boss of me.  The only Master I serve is Jesus.  But as long as I am alive and breathing, I am here to take care of my husband.  A lot of women want to boss their husband around, telling him to do this and to do that-making him stay at home all day long taking care of the house while she goes out and works, being the breadwinner.  Nothing wrong with that at all, if your husband is disabled or works from home.  There's also nothing wrong with a woman having to go out and work, as long as it's absolutely necessary for her to do such-to bring extra income in to make her husband more comfortable in his castle.  But while she's home with him, she needs to care for him, put herself second to her husbands needs.  The Lord smiles on a woman who cares so deeply about her husband.  For example, when my husband would come home after a long hard day, I would have his dinner just about ready to put in front of him.  I would have his "relax" clothes ready for him, the house cleaned up, smelling lovely.  I would always greet him with a smile, a kiss, and if he requested, a cold drink.  While he was eating or after he was done, I would rub his feet to relax him.  He brought the money home, and was on his feet all day long, so it was my pleasure to make him feel as comfortable as possible once he got home from being on his feet all day at work to make sure He and I had everything we needed.  To add to that though-if I had a hard day, he would (and still does) the same thing for me.

My point being, women get confused when they hear how a woman is to honor, obey and cherish her husband.  Obey isn't "get in there and get me a sandwich".  Obey is respect, as in "Sweetheart, would you please make me a sandwich?  I'm awful hungry."  "Yes precious."  "Thank you."  Women let men talk to them like they're slaves, because they think that's what the Bible meant.  No, it's not.  The Bible says that the husband is to treat the wife as himself, that the woman is to be the weaker sex towards the husband, and for the man to be the head of the house.  Essentially, he is the gatekeeper protecting his flock-as Jesus protects us, his sheep. 

PCOS-do you know what that is?

I dropped one of my classes at school.  It was a math class-something I am so very bad at that it's really worrisome.  I cannot subtract, divide or mulitply.  Lord knows I've tried to learn those three things, and Lord knows that I didn't want to drop that class, but my grade was suffering so badly that I had to do it or risk dropping my GPA.  Fellow college students know what I'm talking about.  My other classes are going beautifully, I love the subject matter and what is discussed in the class; and plus, there's plenty of writing essays and things like that.  Since I love english and writing, that's not a problem at all.  :)

Everything else is just going great, except for the fact that I've been having excruciating pains in my ovaries due to the PCOS (clicky) that I suffer from.  It happens with every cycle...2 or 3 weeks before my monthly comes, I suffer from horrible horrible cramps that about make me go to the emergency room.  If I was to go to the hospital, they'd refer me to my regular OBGYN (which I don't have) and then follow up with my regular MD (which I also do not have since I can't afford healthcare, much less a hospital stay-which defeats the purpose). 

Laundry day is tomorow.  I'm glad to be able to get that mountain of laundry out of the way.  Time to sign off for now, I'm so very tired, and the bed is calling my name.  Goodnight world, Jesus loves you! :) ♥

My thoughts on crossword puzzles, headaches, diet sodas, and stress.

Is it wrong to use crossword puzzles as a stress reliever?  I can't help but feel so....old when I am doing my puzzles, but I can't help it.  Here lately, panic attacks have been waking me up out of a sound sleep, and between reading books and doing crossword puzzles, it's getting aggravating.  Don't get me wrong, I think they're soothing-but if I was to go to the doctor and tell him or her my symptoms, they would immediately suggest I see some sort of psychotherapy for my "anxiety issues" and prescribe me an antidepressant to help with the symptoms, while the medicine will change my brain chemistry and they'll have to give me more medicine to combat the side effects of the aforementioned medicine that was supposed to help in the first place!  And then there's the headaches.  Oh, the agonizing headaches.  I have tension headaches all the daggone time, and they're aggravating in themselves.  My husband, my dear sweet precious husband, has rubbed my neck numerous times to help relieve the tension, but every day they come back.  So then I have to resort to go lying down and trying to get rid of the headache just by relaxing.  Does anyone have any natural remedies for stress?

I have been researching the things that are in diet sodas.  That is another thing that gets me on my soapbox.  I won't go into too much detail, but my precious husband had to go through aspartame poisioning and withdrawel because he drank a certain diet soda that caused him numerous health complaints.  You can read about the poision here, here and lastly-this is a very informative site to share with everyone.  I recomend everyone to read through the sites and share them with their families and friends.  Aspartame is nothing but a sheer poision, and everyone needs to know the dangers.