Katy’s Weblog
Brought out the old yearbooks…should I laugh or cry??
In my brother’s yearbook, 1968, his junior high school had a Computer Club!! What did they do?
When I was in 8th grade, I was voted the shyest…yes, I was very quiet then.
I have ONE friend from junior high school that I still keep in…
This is from Dennis Rainey of Family Life. I signed up for his emails.
Not long after I graduated from the University of Arkansas, a female friend came to me for counsel. She was dating a young man who happened to be my best friend. And though she wanted to marry him, he was uncertain about committing to her.
As we dropped off our daughter at her college dorm yesterday, I exclaimed in a wave of nostalgia, “Ah…college were some of the best years of my life. It looks like too much fun here!”
If I had a chance to relive any part of my life, would I want to relive my college days?
There is a Chinese phrase with no English translation that I know of.
My literal translation of the phrase is “diffused heart” or “scattered heart.”
My mom used to say that to us when we don’t want to study when school started in September. “You have a ‘scattered heart’ after the long summer vacation.”
We look at others less fortunate, and we feel better about our own situation, don’t we?
But how about when see those in better situations, do we feel dissatisfied about our own?
If I had chosen to go to a different college, my life could be as good as theirs. If I go to a…
“Sorry for the last minute change of plans, mom.”
My son has his own apartment in college. Expecting him to come home for dinner tonight, I took a roast out of the freezer to prepare him some protein-rich-high-calorie red meat to fill his skips-breakfast-fast-food undernourished body.
In the afternoon, he told me he’s going back to school before dinner.
Regret is wishing you took a different action, after you saw the results of your decision.
I will always remember pushing a Christmas tree into our van. In a moment of carelessness, a branch from the tree ripped the felt on the ceiling of the van. It was a irreparable mistake.
Randy Pausch died yesterday.
In his famous last lecture, he said he had two childhood dreams.
I remarked to my son that I couldn’t think of what my childhood dreams were. Maybe I didn’t any dreams that I passionately pursued.
My son said, “Maybe that’s why you haven’t accomplished anything.”
A talking animal, a flying human, a house grows out of the ground – these I call miracles. Events that are impossible as defined by our experiences and by what we know of how the world works are definitely miracles.
Are there other types of miracles?
When the probability of something happening is so low that if it happens, wouldn’t they be miracles?
This just occurred to me that I find interesting:
While Jesus was being arrested and Peter pulls out his sword, Jesus reprimanded him saying, “Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?” It is clear that the Father’s will for Jesus is to be arrested, and eventually go to the cross. So Jesus did not resist.