Born To Resist

*Background: Our 5th anniversary is this October, so I jokingly sent Cameron a link to Fred Meyer Jewelers where we got our wedding rings from*

Me:http://www.fredmeyerjewelers.com/Categories/EW_AnniversaryRings.aspx
Just thinking.
Cameron:haha
yes you are
Me:I mean, I’ve managed to stay with you for five years.
Cameron:haha
well we’ll see how it goes
haha
Me:i’ll get you one, too.
for your pinky
Cameron:YES

I’ve prayed for God to provide me with an awesome Pinky ring full of diamonds

Me: dear Lord Jesus, please bless this little pinky finger of mine with a plethora of beautiful diamonds to shine with your glory. AMEN.
Cameron: that was my exact prayer
just doing my “praying things into existence” time with God
Me: I love you for saying that.

My lungs went all haywire on me and decided to get bronchitis. They are so on my list. Jerks. I went to urgent care on Tuesday and came out with prescriptions. Being the good coupon queen that I am, I actually used a coupon when I got my antibiotics & expectorant. FUN! I got a $25 CVS gift card with my new prescription. There’s always a silver lining in coupon land.  While coughing my brains out, I was gloating in my savings. It all evens out.

(For the two prescriptions we paid $20.00, we got back $25. It was a $5.00 money maker if you look at it in coupon terms!)

My incredible husband held down the fort while I was confined to my quarters. I feel guilty when he does this because it is only on the rarest occasion that he gets sick. Oh, and when he’s sick he doesn’t let me take care of him. He’ll be sick in bed one minute and then doing something crazy like mowing the lawn because it needs to be done. You can’t hold that man down to save his life.

I found a website that I read most of while I was sick. Findadeath.com. Yes. You read that right. I was reading a website about celebrity deaths. Not just for the death information, but actually for the information about what these people were like in their real lives. Most of the dead are old time actors/actresses. Some of them have a very dramatic exit (Jayne Mansfield) & some don’t (Bob Hope). If there was foul play involved, I love reading about forensics and police work. Don’t judge me. Or do. Whatevs.

That is my little update on the past few days. To sum it up: lungs broken, coupons good, husband incredible, and dead people website.

Online conversation:

**This was all sparked by Cameron telling me he’d like my hair dyed red, like when we met ( á la Kirsten Dunst in Spiderman) & so I figured I’d go for something I liked. **

Me: I’ll get red hair and you can get a motorcycle. ( I sent him this picture)

Fair enough.

Cameron: ha

Me: Bwaha.

Cameron: I would love to get a motorcycle

Me:I know.My libido would not mind you getting a motorcycle. My wife brain on the other hand, might get a little panic-y.

Cameron: ha. don’t worry. we can’t afford one

Me: What? We’re not millionaires?

Cameron: sorry to let you know of that

Me: Boo.

We’re funny.

I usually have no reason to visit that great oasis of the Nevada desert. Oh, but I had the best reason this weekend. I finally got to see Them Crooked Vultures. Not only did Cam & get to see them, we were in the 2nd row on the floor. I was 8 feet away from John Paul Jones playing all sorts of crazy instruments. I was also really close to Josh Homme singing- I know he does it for some of the ladies, not so much me. He did amuse me with his cheesy Las Vegas performer singing. The gloves and cigarette lighting were a genius piece of rock and roll bravado. I will give him that. Most importantly, I was so stinkin’ close to a certain drummer. Holy Moly. Them poor drums. Snot beaten out of them. I’m not exaggerating when I say that this was the best show I’ve been to. Ever. I was even standing next to a girl who kept trying to creep her way in front of me. I gave her the evil eye. Especially after she was a jerk about Dave. I also got body slammed by a drunk idiot trying to mosh/get in front. My husband pushed him off of me, twice. I got crazy and yelled at him while shoving him and said “GET OFF OF ME. NOW.” No one was ruining my concert. I wonder if drunk guy would be ashamed knowing that I was a Mom/Sunday School teacher/cat lady and I shoved him off of me at a rock show? Booya.

Here’s a bit of a highlight: I saw Dave before the show. I turned into a 12 year old Jonas Brothers fan and squealed “It’s Dave. Dave Grohl”. I then hit my husband in his ribcage. We followed him out into the casino, expecting pandemonium. I mean the guy walked out of a door at the Hard Rock Hotel bearing his image and likeness. Nothing. No one yelled “HOLY CRUD! It’s DAVE!” I think it’s because he’s so slight. He’s not terribly noticeable in Vegas. I noticed him though. Nothing came of the following, he went into a restaurant. I was just stoked to see him. Did I mention I’m 12?

We got into the show and were about 3rd row in on the floor. For some reason all the abnormally tall people took the front. Whatever. I will stand on my tip toes for 2 hours to see Dave. I stood in one spot for 6 hours, while pregnant to watch Foo Fighters play at the Grammys. By the time the show started, I had wiggled to 2nd row. Not in a shady way either. It just happened. I will call it God’s providence. I stood next to a guy who had clearly seen Led Zeppelin in his younger years. He took about 500 pictures of JPJ. He also had brought binoculars if he had been further back. When I told him he wouldn’t need them he smiled and said “I’ll be able to see the serial number on his bass.” At one point he gave John Paul Jones a thumbs up and Mr. Jones winked at him. That’s how close we were. That’s how cool JPJ is.

I was a child when Nirvana was around. I wasn’t really into them as a 10 year old. Nonetheless, I’ve wanted to see Dave drum for a long time. I guess it was one of those “bucket list” items. I have seen so many videos of him playing drums, but to be there, to watch in person. Whoa. I couldn’t believe how he kept it up for 2 hours. I also was quite entranced by him tying his shoe. I find odd things enthralling (some might say Dave in general is one of those things). Here’s my whole concert experience:

There’s John Paul Jones. Holy crap. He’s playing a mandolin. Watch his fingers. Can you believe you’re watching him play?

Oh, wait. There’s Dave. He’s drumming. Singing. Ohh… his hair is swinging around. Can you believe you’re watching him play?

Back and forth. Between Dave & John for the 2 hours they played. I did watch Josh Homme and bald guy for awhile. Not really the focus, for me.

I was front and center for John Paul Jones piano solo. Just watching his feet move on the pedals was fantastic. My brother had told me before the show to “just watch his hands when he plays”. So I did. I could not believe the agility.

By the end of the concert, my feet felt like bricks, my back felt like my vertebrae had melded into one solid piece of bone, I looked like I had two black eyes, and I smelled like a locker room. I was happy as a clam.

I have to add this little note: I’m really glad that my husband and I are into the same things. I love that we can both go to a show and dig the heck out of it, and then talk about it the rest of the next day. While we were in line there were 3 women in front of me and they had left their husbands at home to come to the show. Cameron was not in line at the time and they asked who I was there with and I said “My husband.” They looked a little shocked. That’s right ladies. I like my husband, he likes me and we like the same music. He also will take shots to the ribcage when I see Dave Grohl… he’s a good man.

I went shopping yesterday. Usually I shop for other people, but yesterday I shopped for me. Well, me and the hubby. First I went to Berean, I got Cam a brand-spankin’ new ESV Study Bible. A really major BIBLE. It’s huge. It weighs about 30 pounds. Not that much, but close. It is a serious Bible that he could throw at people when they aren’t understanding that whole Jesus thing. I know that he likes the translation and needed a Bible so HAPPY EASTER TO CAMERON. (I got it 50% off which made it a very HOLY DEAL.)

I had a couple of Victoria’s Secret gift cards. I got a couple of lotion/body wash sets. Then I found a nighty at Target that I loved. I bought it. I did pay full price for it. That hurt a little, but I figured it was for a good cause.

Cam has been working late all week and last night he came home at a decent hour and the kids were asleep. I slipped into the shower to “freshen up” and shave my hairy legs. I locked the door with all my goodies inside the bathroom. I figured Cameron was distracted and watching TV. I don’t often lock the door to the bathroom. I really wanted to be a surprise.

I’m halfway done shaving my leg when I hear something. I turn around and Cameron is in the bathroom. CREEPER. I tell him he’s ruining my surprise. He tells me “It’s not Biblical for you to lock me out.” I raise my eyebrow. Of course he would have committed the Song of Solomon to heart. I tell him what I’m doing is different. I’m not rejecting him. I’m getting ready for him. He slips back out of the bathroom and says “NOT BIBLICAL.”

Here’s the verse Cameron has decided to bring up:

The Bride Searches for Her Beloved

She²I slept, but my heart was awake.A sound! My beloved is^(G) knocking.”Open to me, my^(H) sister, my^(I) love,
my^(J) dove, my^(K) perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
my^(L) locks with the drops of the night.”
^3(M) I had put off my garment;
how could I put it on?
I had^(N) bathed my feet;
how could I soil them?
⁴My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled within me.
⁵I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with^(O) liquid myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
⁶I opened to my beloved,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he^(P) spoke.^(Q) I sought him, but found him not;
^(R) I called him, but he gave no answer.

Here’s the basic idea: She’s being a turd and won’t let her husband in after a long day of work. It’s an ancient equivalent of “I have a headache.” Well, I wasn’t doing that, but Cameron decided to use the verse.

My husband is a very clever guy. He loves him some Bible verses. Here’s the best part- you know the Bible I got him? On the page where you write who it’s from and the occasion for giving a Bible, etc,  I wrote the verse 2 Timothy 3:16-17:

^16(A) All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, ¹⁷that^(AG) the man of God^[b]may be competent,^(AH) equipped^(AI) for every good work.

Cameron knows that includes verses in the Song of Solomon about locking your husband out. Wise man.

Almost a whole week without blogging. Sorry all 5 people reading my blog. I’ve had a crazy week that started with a visit from the Baird family and a trip to Disneyland. We had a blast (as always) and enjoyed the overly full park to our heart’s content. We also enjoyed saving money by not eating at any Disney-related restaurant. We packed lunch and then brought Del Taco in from the outside world. We ate in a little corner of Disneyland that is perfect for relaxing and letting kids run amok, Carnation Plaza. The kids have fun together and it’s really sweet to watch Josiah and Micah become kid friends that have witty little conversations and how well they play together. They just get each other. That’s not to say there’s little tiffs here and there or that they don’t annoy each other at times. But for 2 three-year old boys to play together as well as they do, I’m blown away. They see each other a few times a year and they just pick up where they left off. It’s very, very sweet. Seth and Mae are still betrothed to one another and I’m very much for pre-arranged marriage. Mae is much more touchy feely with Seth (including the shoving and smacking) where Seth would prefer her to leave him alone most of the time. Mae likes to hug him, stand next to him and even attempted hand holding. No go. Seth does enjoy yelling “MY MAE MAE!” at her. So that’s a good start. They are going to have an awesome wedding.

The downside to the Baird’s visit was that Cam was out of town. He was at a nerd conference about nerd things. Computers. He even got a nerd shirt with a Windows logo on it. I find this funny because Cameron would have been there with his Apple computer and iPhone. In your face, Microsoft!  Thank God for the Bairds and their willingness to love my children as much as they do. They both have very long legs which makes for easier and more efficient kid chasing. I didn’t feel so worn out by being the only Brewer parent.

I was glad to be reunited last night with my hubby. I’ll spare you details, but it was really, really nice.

I know this isn’t the best video quality, but it gets the point across. Why are men portrayed as big idiots that us wives have to care for like children? All of this was sparked by a conversation I had with a single gal who wanted to pretend like I was treating my husband this way. She kept trying to say negative things about Cameron in a joking fashion. You know- because all men are idiots. I really don’t say negative things about my husband to other women, I don’t mock him. I really don’t say negative things about him in front of other men. I’d rather build him up. Let everyone know what a good heart he has and that his level of wisdom far exceeds what he lets on. He’s very quiet when you first meet him and he doesn’t speak unless it’s necesary. That doesn’t sound to me like he’s an idiot or forgetful. I don’t have to spoon feed him.

Here’s a little secret feminists don’t want you to know: Both sexes are idiots. No one wins the idiot trophy. We crossed the line at the same time. Yes women, we’re goofy, selfish and inept at certain things. Sound familiar? That’s usually the role assigned to the hubby in media. As much as I love Homer J. Simpson he’s the King of Idiot Dads on TV. Some of my favorite episodes of The Simpsons are when Marge screws up and Homer knows it.

Just because we have a politically correct world where women are “better” than men doesn’t mean that we as Christian women should fall into that trap. We are both equals in God’s eyes and we are both, male and female created in His image and we both managed to screw the pooch in the sin department. You know what the Bible says about a nagging woman?

⁹It is^(A) better to live in a corner of the housetop
than in a house shared with a quarrelsome wife.

Proverbs 21:9

ZING. That sounds like a sitcom to me.

P.S. That would be a clip of the BRILLIANT Brian Regan. AMAZING. You should watch him. TAKE LUCK!

There is a person that Cam and I know that I’m always frustrated with. This person assumes they know everything about dating and that the church and every pastor has it wrong. This is because this person is still single. I believe this person has a very selfish perspective on dating and marriage. This person has also borrowed some extreme “worldly” ideas about how to date and meet the opposite sex and “Christianized” them. Which to me is really, really cheesy. It’s sort of like those shirts or bumper stickers in a Christian bookstore that just stole a logo from a real company like Coke or MySpace and made it a terrible Christian saying that sort of rhymes.

It was refreshing to read this article from Relevant Magazine about dating. If you are a Christian you are called to a higher standard of living, in everything you do. Everything in your life should be about Christ first, then others. If you are a single Christian I think that you should be focused on you and Jesus, then we’ll see about the rest. Marriage is not for happiness, it’s for holiness.

Enjoy the read.

Since Valentine’s Day is this weekend most stores are having sales on “Business Time” items. I just wanted to let you know that I got two packs of Trojan condoms at Walgreens, BOGO* 1/2 off, then I had two $2.00 Trojan coupons (it was odd to see condom coupons in the paper…), I got two packs of condoms for $14.00 (one pack is usually $14.00 by itself)! I had Register Rewards to use so it was actually FREE!

So, if you are in need of such items because you want to renact your favorite scene from Song of Solomon this weekend,you can get them cheap at Walgreens!

*BOGO=”Buy One, Get One ____”

P.S. If you don’t know what business time means, you need to meet my two best friends from New Zealand, Bret & Jemaine.