Where's the Beef?

This is totally aging myself, but do any of y'all remember that commercial about the hamburger that three old ladies are eating? One of the ladies (at least ninety) opens the bun up and says in a resounding voice that is at odds with her small stature, "Where's the beef?!"

haha. I love it. And that's a little bit how I feel about men.  "Where's the quality men?!" I know my posts seem to be alot about guys, and how they make me weak kneed, but I'm single. I have mom friends who write about spit up and diapers. I have newly married friends who write about their newly married life.  When you blog, you write about what you are experiencing in life. I am experiencing SINGLENESS! Ugh i hate even writing it. It looks so lonely and I visualize a big fat F right beside my name in the relationship guide to life. I am pretty good at being single. I have my own thing going on. I don't even want to get married anytime soon. The thought of babies makes me start hyperventilating.  There goes my freedom. I just am ready for a man. But where are these men? I see and come across a lot of pansy faced mama's boys. That is not attractive to this strong woman.   I want myself a Charleston Heston.

Smoldering glare. Slight smirk. He was no shy boy. He always saved the heroine and killed the ants (What movie? Anyone know?) President of the NRA. Married a very long time. Conservative. Strong and tall. Be still my throbbing heart.

I don't know what happened between then and now. But men are no longer leaders. Women more often wear the pants. Men are lazy. Men haven't grown up yet at 28. I am not trying to generalize. I know there are exceptions to this, but wimpy men seem to be the majority. As a Christian woman, what attracts me to a man is simple. His relationships with God and his family have to be solid. I want a man who takes pride in his work. Whose work ethic is Biblical. You who knew me well, are aware that I have a strong personality. I'm sarcastic, and blunt. I'm learning to tame my tongue, but it's a struggle. Wives are supposed to submit to their husbands. I haven't met anyone that I find worthy enough to submit to their authority. And i'm not frustrated only for myself. I have a sister who is single who deserves the absolute best. I have single friends as well, and we all wonder...."where have all the good men gone?"

I have friends who have amazing husbands, and I love looking on facebook and seeing how happy they are. But i'm slightly aggravated that I'm stuck with pimply faced, video game geeks who are still attached to mama's apron string.

This post is not supposed to be a rant. It's more a mile marker for me. Because the Lord knows the desires of my heart. I am seeking, and I know I will find. His promises are sure. When I do find him, and I blog about it, I will be so excited to see how far I've come and how good my God is.

God made Paul Newman. He really is a GOOD God. He looked down on His work, and knew that it was GOOD. LOL...I'm totally cracking myself up. oh yes! Another thing my list. Humor! I love laughing at something someone else says versus laughing at myself (which i do hourly). Little things in life that make a big difference.

Love you All,
Mary Katherine

This Too Shall Pass…

Every once in a while I get into a funk. I've been in a funk all this weekend. It started with someone lying to me. Let me tell you something. I used to be a very good liar, or as I would call it if cornered – a story teller (it added a bit of mystic to my lies.) But now that I have grown up a bit, and have a solid relationship with my God, I don't lie anymore. So catching someone in a lie royally pisses me off. He omitted certain details so that I wouldn't know something. But I had learned of that "something" the night before, so when he didn't tell me, I got pretty irked. Ok…so we resolved that issue by mid-morning. Then around 3:00 the same afternoon, he starts sending me angry texts. Already frazzled by the morning's activity, I shut down emotionally. His anger was because of a miscommunication issue with another friend, and somehow he thought I should be the one to yell at via text. Now keep in mind I dated this man (I use that term loosely) for two years, and have finally succeeded in realizing there isn't a future with him. I give all glory to God for that. But anytime there is something that happens and he is involved, my heart still gives me a pang.
My friend invited me out with her to Northgate that night. I'm not a big drinker, so Northgate isn't my scene, but the events of the day wouldn't leave my thoughts so I thought girl time would help me recover. Noooooooooooo….because as I'm walking down the street following a drunk girl to make sure she's ok who do I run into….yep. HIM. I'm telling you folks…God has a wicked sense of humor. It was awkward and embarrassing and he wasn't nice. When we were dating he had a friend (his best friend) that he lived with, and he hated me. According to him, I was boring, and didn't drink, and all sorts of other stuff. But that was two years ago! So I see this friend along with him, and ask. "Can we please be friends now?" He responds, "No, I really have no desire to be your friend." Loooooovely. If hating wasn't a sin, I would have a serious issue. We part ways, and I spend the rest of my night sitting outside on a curb watching people make fools of themselves. Girls stumbling around in 6 inch heels and mini -skirts while their male counterparts wear tight t-shirts and sunglasses (AT NIGHT!). People are throwing up in trashcans and mimicking sex on the dance floor. I know I was raised sheltered, but how and why people think this is fun really escapes me. I'm so overwhelmed by the crappiness of my day that I call my sister at 2 in the morning. Let me tell you something y'all. My sister and I used to not get along. I still have the nail marks from our fights. But now, she is the one I go to when I need some sense walloped into me. And boy…did she wallop. She reminded me that this man is only 1/25^th of my life. A blip on my road to life. She is a very wise woman, and I'm so incredibly proud of her. I hung up the phone, sidestepped the vomit piles, escorted my intoxicated friend home and crawled into bed with a new found hope. THIS TOO SHALL PASS…
I get a daily devotional from Joseph Prince. My dad suggested it, and me, being the obedient daughter that I am, obliged. This morning I woke up, turned on my worship music, and checked my email for my devotional of the day. I just wanted to share with you the awesomeness of today's entry.
Isaiah 54:14
"In righteousness you shall be established; you shall be far from oppression, for you shall not fear; and from terror, for it shall not come near you."
WOW! Isn't that amazing?! Once we have received Christ as our Savior, we received the gift of righteousness. So we are already established in His righteousness. Storms of life happen. Stupid and sad weekends happen. But everything Satan brings up something that makes you worry…I remind myself of who I am in Christ - Perfect in righteousness! No Weapon formed against me shall stand!
Sorry this post is a bit sporadic. With all the events of the weekend swarming in my brain, I just wanted to write it and let it be just a vague memory. I let it go like a balloon that drifts away slowly on the Spring winds. I won't see it again. Praise God.
Love you all.
Mary Katherine - Perfect in Christ

Me and my sister. love her.

My Twitterpated Heart

So I have been experiencing an unfamiliar feeling lately. I laid eyes on a tall, good looking gentleman earlier this semester, and my heart did a bit of a pitter patter. Now the only feeling my heart has had lately has been pain due to a crappy break up that happened frickn two years ago. But this was something different. I got a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, and everything slowed down as I gazed upon this cutie. To be quite honest, I had no idea what was going on. I thought I was coming down with a sudden fever. Nope....I was just getting all hot and bothered. So I see this cutie every Tuesday and Thursday. He's younger than me, but he's taller so I figure that it evens out. I have never contemplated asking a guy out until now. I won't...because I'm old-fashioned and he most likely thinks I'm crazy, but oh...the thought has definitely crossed my mind. I used to be a pro at flirting. I tossed my hair and batted my eyes like Bugs Bunny in drag ( looney toons reference). But I haven't used my skills in forever! As I've gotten older, I've become more of a straight shooter, and the shy glances and slight caresses that so many girls do just makes me laugh. It doesn't help that I'm brutally honest (to the point of being mean) and have no patience for the ridiculous ways girls try to capture a guy's attention. But geez louise. this guy was different. He smiled a lot. He was intelligent. He loved his family. He wore boots. He liked guns. Phew...I'm getting hot just thinking about it. So I thought that I would try my hand at flirting with him. It's been 7 weeks now, and I still hadn't gotten the courage to entice him with my oh so subtle moves. again! weird. i usually have no problem. (pisses me off!) Moving on. My sisters are the goddesses of seduction (so they think). So when I tell them about my crush, they of course want me to put together a plan of action. It's almost like a battle plan - with this guy being the goal. Laura Rebekah tells me that I need to draw attention to my lips by biting them or rubbing them. She suggests wearing a long necklace and playing with it so that he notices my cleavage (which by the way doesn't make sense to me because I don't ever wear revealing clothes, so what's he going to notice? my awesome Buckle t-shirt -FAIL). She reminds me to flip my hair and giggle....GIGGLE?! Do you not know me!? I do not giggle. it's against my religion. Another friend says I need to touch him. What reason would i have to touch him? I don't understand females. Needless to say...I got tons of advice. So yesterday, I'm talking with this gentleman and we are bantering about something. I mention a status that he had. For the record....I did not go to his wall to stalk him! It was on my newsfeed. Anyways, he pauses and looks at me and says, "Oh, so you stalk me." Yeah. I don't know when I've been more embarrassed. I am guilty of checking out his photos, and seeing if he's single or not, but I am def. NOT a stalker. My father however....I have to take a side trip and tell you about my dearest darlingest dad. I use code words if ever I'm crushing on someone. Because my sisters will tell my dad and my dad...well HE will STALK them on facebook. and he did. I slipped up and used a first name. it got back to my father, and sent me a text message saying something smart ass about this cutie. THEN he threatened to add him as a friend! WHY GOD WHY?! So...I'm thinking of my father's stalkerish tendencies and am slightly worried my dad had friend requested him. When Mr. Handsome asked me about stalking, my heart stopped beating and my face turned beet red. Thankfully, I have amazing recovery skills, and responded sarcastically. So after that encounter, we're walking toward the library, and my sister's voice is playing in my head, "touch him. don't forget to touch him. you suck at flirting. he won't know anything unless you touch him." She won't SHUT UP! So I veer to the left and he veers toward the right, and all I can think is "TOUCH HIM!" I want to kill my pretty little sister for ruining my common sense. So I touch him. I thump him on his back and say, "See ya later pal."  Yes. I thumped. I didn't caress. I didn't let my fingers linger. I thumped. Like he was choking. Like he needed air. Like I'm an IDIOT!  And then I walked away laughing out loud almost hysterically because I couldnt' believe what I had just done. Wow. I'm kinda amazing. I really am gifted in the art of seduction.

I won't be able to look at him tomorrow. but lesson learned. don't listen to your sister (even though she's married and I'm single.) I love my sister. but I hate her too.

This here is my true love. Judah Alexander. He is free with his kisses, and he thinks i'm pretty. psh...who needs boys. Anyways folks, I just thought this story would make y'all laugh and we all need a good laugh.

Many Blessings, and remember ....Our God is Great!

Mary Katherine