<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:39:58.217-08:00</updated><category term='irreverent'/><title type='text'>sex and the country</title><subtitle type='html'>My irreverent and potentially irrelevant thoughts trying to work themselves out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-2693460534687288294</id><published>2011-11-23T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:55:28.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being Chinese American...</title><content type='html'>We're trying to raise Isaac bilingual. When my family first immigrated to the US in 1984, my parents made the decision of speaking only Chinese at home. They valued us keeping our language, knowing that our ability to speak would keep open the access to family and culture.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bryan is beyond supportive. He speaks Mandarin to Isaac 80%+ of the time. When Isaac learns a word he doesn't already know, he becomes determined to learn that phrase. He knows that one day Isaac may surpass him and he wants to do all he can to keep up. Just another reason why I feel like I won the lottery with the man I married.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I'm alone with Isaac, it's the best time to speak 100% Chinese. No need to translate for Bryan, no need to keep up communication with Grandma. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've been doing something weird though. I knew I was doing it but I didn't stop to think about why I was doing it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When we're at the park or library, and it's just the two of us, I will speak in complete Mandarin. However if someone we don't know comes to the play structure, I will consciously throw out a phrase of perfect English.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If I don't I'm worried people will think of me as an immigrant. And in this country few immigrants feel welcomed. I worry that if people think I can't speak perfect English, they will not want to know me. I could be cut off from mommy groups and play dates. Maybe Isaac will be disadvantaged. Maybe my opinions won't matter. Is it an irrational fear? Yes and no. Is it reality? Yes and no.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's just something I do, and I haven't been able to make myself stop. I want to and I don't. I don't want others to tell me what they think I should do either. Just know that it's part of the immigrant experience. There's an ongoing pressure, sometimes overt but mostly subtle, to prove whether or not you belong in this country.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For now I'll probably keep doing it, especially given the fact that we live in Davis. This way we get to be that "cool" family that is doing the bilingual thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-2693460534687288294?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2693460534687288294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=2693460534687288294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2693460534687288294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2693460534687288294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-trying-to-raise-isaac-bilingual.html' title='On being Chinese American...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8595816003237403866</id><published>2011-03-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:18:34.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On mourning...</title><content type='html'>"Grief is like getting your period when you're going to the beach... so inconvenient!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheri and Peggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8595816003237403866?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8595816003237403866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8595816003237403866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8595816003237403866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8595816003237403866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-mourning.html' title='On mourning...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-806710207568059512</id><published>2011-03-07T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:59:16.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From commonprayer.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(59, 50, 11); font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I read this excerpt this morning and resonated much with it so I wanted to leave it here to remind myself of its truths in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;We must be careful in all our talk about liturgical prayer not to rule out the spontaneous moves of the Spirit. Just as liturgical traditions have much to offer us by way of roots, the charismatic and Pentecostals have much to offer us in zeal and passion. Tradition and innovation go together in God’s kingdom. -Jesus was Jewish. He went to synagogue “as was his tradition” and celebrated holy days such as Passover. But -Jesus also healed on the Sabbath. -Jesus points us to a God who is able to work within institutions and order, a God who is too big to be confined. God is constantly coloring outside the lines. -Jesus challenges the structures that oppress and exclude, and busts through any traditions that put limitations on love. Love cannot be harnessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.1em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Liturgy is public poetry and art. You can make beautiful art by splashing paint on a wall, and you can also make art with the careful diligence of a sculptor. Both can be lovely, and both can be ugly. Both can be marketed and robbed of their original touch, and both have the potential to inspire and move -people to do something beautiful for God. So it is with worship. More important than whether something is old or new, winsome or classic is whether it is real. The Scriptures tell us to “test the spirits,” and the true test of the spirit of a thing is whether it moves us closer to God and to our suffering neighbor. Does it have fruit outside of our own good feelings? Beauty must hearken to something beyond us. It should cause us to do something beautiful for God in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-806710207568059512?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/806710207568059512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=806710207568059512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/806710207568059512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/806710207568059512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-commonprayernet.html' title='From commonprayer.net'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8587896618084672944</id><published>2010-07-27T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:28:37.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>So tired of trying to keep up this blog with lame Chinese people trying to make my blog X-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to twitter funny Bryan Enderle quotes so I thought, why not blog entire conversations that reduce me to tears on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefunnye.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefunnye.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8587896618084672944?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8587896618084672944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8587896618084672944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8587896618084672944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8587896618084672944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-6319608082483548983</id><published>2010-07-07T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:37:19.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad...</title><content type='html'>My blog has been so sad and neglected. I frequently have epiphanies for blog topics but am never near a computer to get it out on "paper." I recently downloaded an iphone app that is an idea organizer so I can record ideas for later use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing about my neglected blog is that random people leave comments on it with links to what I can only imagine are XXX websites. I guess it's my fault for calling my blog "sex and the country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've set the bar too high. The subtitle of the blog states: &lt;span&gt;my irreverent and potentially irrelevant thoughts trying to work themselves out. First of all I need to be irreverent. Easily done if I throw in a cuss word here or there, right? Secondly, my entries need to be potentially irrelevant... POTENTIALLY being the key word because it's just a "witty" guise for how relevant I think I am, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually takes me at least an hour to complete a blog post because I put it through many edits and revisions to make sure I get my thoughts across. Who has that time nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to screw perfection and just get whatever out there as a discipline and exercise. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-6319608082483548983?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6319608082483548983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=6319608082483548983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6319608082483548983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6319608082483548983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-sad.html' title='So sad...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-3802525503782043261</id><published>2009-11-19T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:34:08.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days</title><content type='html'>... I'd like to write a blog post titled "Men: Grow a pair and ask her out" and "Women: Dating is normal and stop being so nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take a little while to write, but it's my thesis on why more Christians don't date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-3802525503782043261?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3802525503782043261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=3802525503782043261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3802525503782043261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3802525503782043261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-3400603311267602974</id><published>2009-11-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:15:10.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Perks of Bed Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SvorGBFbP9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/zBC6BHDRLho/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SvorGBFbP9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/zBC6BHDRLho/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402678085354733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hospital Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have been giving me sympathy about being on bed rest. People say stuff like, you're so tough, hang in there, you're making such a big sacrifice for your baby! Actually it hasn't been hard like people have imagined. With wireless Internet, visitors, 1000 piece puzzles, books, it's been more than tolerable. Besides, I didn't choose into this so I don't really feel "tough." Tough is reserved for those who train for marathons and those who climb Mount Everest. I don't feel very sacrificial either... it's more just common sense to stay in bed because the doctors told me so and if I don't my baby will fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd give folks an idea of the perks of bed rest so y'all don't feel so bad for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's a hotel/spa aspect to bed rest. The nurses are all really kind and always bring by food and drinks. My water pitcher is never empty and I can order cheese quesadillas for afternoon snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be a couch potato guilt free. I used to feel bad if I vegged out in front of the tv for more than 2 hours. Now I can do it as much as I want and nobody can accuse me of being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Visitors! I have had so many visitors that some days I get tired out. Friends, family, and students have been so kind to drive all the way out to Sac to see me. And people are extra nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The baked goods that come with the visitors. I have had cookies and muffins galore. I can help myself to 2-3 at a time, and again, without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Puzzle making. I love making puzzles. I daresay I'm a puzzle genius. I haven't made puzzles in years however, but bed rest has allowed me to spend hours and hours focused on putting together jigsaw puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learning about anatomy. I now know more about cervices and uteri (had to look up how to pluralize these words) than anybody could ever want to know. Apparently I have a relatively weak and dynamic cervix. Ask me if you want more details. I know what contractions feel like, and I know that emptying my bladder can help calm down my uterus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saving money. Our wonderful health insurance provides three square meals a day. The food is pretty decent and I get a pretty extensive menu. For example, I had Chicken Lombardy and Eggplant Parmesan for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Being thankful for little things. Who knew walking to the bathroom and taking showers were privileges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No request is ever too demanding. Can you pick that up? Can you grab that book? Can I have more water? Could you bring me some Thai food? Of course, it's not like I have been asking for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No one expects anything from me. I've been able to do some admin stuff for work and converse with some students, and anything I do is considered a bonus. If I don't reply to an email in a timely manner, people don't get mad. If I say no to something, people are very understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have been felt very thankful and blessed by God and my community through all this. So friends, no need to shed any tears for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-3400603311267602974?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3400603311267602974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=3400603311267602974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3400603311267602974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3400603311267602974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-perks-of-bed-rest.html' title='The 10 Perks of Bed Rest'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SvorGBFbP9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/zBC6BHDRLho/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-7012257453979374470</id><published>2009-05-20T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:13:42.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet, another rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-05/46990552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-05/46990552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... about how Christians baffle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the finale for American Idol and against all odds the underdog, Kris Allen, won. As I perused Facebook and Twitter afterwards I saw a trend. Most if not all of the Kris fans were devout Christians. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw one Christian express disappointment that Adam didn't win. Someone commented on that status with something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did you know Kris Allen is a worship leader? God is good!&lt;/span&gt; There were a smattering of other status updates giving glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate reaction was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh, what does God's goodness and glory have to do with a talent competition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I understand that Kris can now be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light in the world&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it'll make up for the debacle that was Clay Aiken, another professing believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I feel somewhat embarrassed when I see stuff like this. I think it speaks to how much Christians don't understand the world and what it means to actually LIVE in the world. It's certainly not a strong testimony to post stuff like this online. For the most part I know non-Christians see stuff like that and it only affirms their understanding of Christians as mindless drones. It shows them that Christians aren't able to be intelligent critics. Find me one person in the music industry that will actually say that Kris is a better musician than Adam. Even Kris admitted that Adam should have won. I'll give him props for that - he had the humility to realize he was the inferior artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I'll admit that Kris had the more accessible music. Translate that to boring, easy pop music. Adam was a true artist and he's someone with the potential to span decades (see KISS on wikipedia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-7012257453979374470?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7012257453979374470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=7012257453979374470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7012257453979374470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7012257453979374470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-yet-another-rant.html' title='And yet, another rant'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-7379950336764626487</id><published>2009-03-04T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:52:53.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On learning more</title><content type='html'>Tiff, thanks for the heads up! My preliminary search found &lt;a href="https://www.strategicnetwork.org/index.php?loc=kb&amp;amp;view=v&amp;amp;id=16143&amp;amp;mode=v&amp;amp;pagenum=1&amp;amp;lang="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Is this what you're talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-7379950336764626487?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7379950336764626487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=7379950336764626487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7379950336764626487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7379950336764626487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-learning-more.html' title='On learning more'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5638077222825056874</id><published>2009-03-03T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:01:33.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sacrosanctgospel.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/gerasene-demoniac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 345px;" src="http://sacrosanctgospel.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/gerasene-demoniac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... if someone is possessed by a demon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been perusing through the gospels and reading stories of Jesus' encounters with those who were possessed by demons. It seemed back then people just knew whether or not someone was demon-possessed. Sometimes they were violent, sometimes they were disabled, and sometimes they were just "crazy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture describes a "demon-possessed" person running up to Jesus. What were the indicators that led them to know this? Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could meet someone and somehow know - this person has an evil spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there is so much confusion about the nature of the spiritual realm. Let me qualify that - there is so much confusion about the nature of the spiritual realm in Western societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited a support group for people who had family with mental illness. I remember someone expressing their frustration because someone else had told them that their family member was possessed by a demon and that if she prayed hard enough, he would be healed of his mental illness. Her frustration came from feeling judged that she had not been faithful enough in prayer and it added to the burden of being the caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the people in the room empathized with her and attributed the interaction to the person not understanding the scientific nature of mental illness. I wondered aloud how the spiritual realm does still play into mental illness and was met with silence and resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we call it schizophrenia and depression, but I still wonder what role the spiritual realm plays in a person's well-being. Even for those who aren't "clinical," how can we understand plainly what is happening spiritually? How do we develop discernment over whether a bad day was just a bad day, how there were germs in the food we ate that made us sick, and when spiritual warfare is really at play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of it is our lack of understanding of the spiritual realm. Most of us think Hollywood and it just gives us the heebie-jeebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has allowed me to have some pretty significant experiences over the last two years though, and I feel like I'm in unchartered territory. I agree that the Scientific Revolution caused a divorce between the spiritual and the physical world. What does it look like to bridge them together again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5638077222825056874?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5638077222825056874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5638077222825056874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5638077222825056874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5638077222825056874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-we-know.html' title='How do we know'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-3724572596371746825</id><published>2008-11-07T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:13:26.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm praying for unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zefrank.com/from52to48withlove/unity%20lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.zefrank.com/from52to48withlove/unity%20lego.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...on all fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is somewhat heavy about the fellowship. We've experienced a growth spurt this year, which is something that was very exciting at the beginning. Yay, more people, that means we're doing something right... right? I've been so blessed by our students and was incredibly pumped when they took the vision of witnessing communities to heart. Every week I hear about students sharing their faith with people at bus stops, on the quad, and in classes. There are so many new faces and new faces are being transformed by God. Students have been letting God heal them from major brokenness and are committing to lives lived out for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, there are the murmurings in the fellowship. Paul writes about this over and over again... about gossip, malice, jealousy, factions, slander. Complaining about community, complaining about the way things are done. Sometimes it's frustrating to hear about expectations from students because it's often about how expectations are not being met. And it's frustrating because so often the expecations are unrealistic for a group of a hundred or so broken people gathered together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways it's the age group we work with. I'm entirely guilty of active participation in "What's wrong with InterVarsity" discussions that only led to feelings of entitlement and self-satisfaction. Pat pat on the back for being able to accurately describe how the fellowship is messing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always awesome having conversations with alum who tell me that they don't know why they got so worked up about stuff. Confessions of "I wish I had more grace for people." It takes a lifetime to learn grace, perhaps because we are all born with zero. I'm trying to re-read "What's so amazing about grace?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wrote about broken group dynamics because they existed back then. They exist now and always will. We'll lose people who are dissatisfied. That sucks. I have to keep reminding myself to not get caught up in the finger pointing and have the grace for others that I wish they had for the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways this reminds me of the election and how divided people became over things. Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/from52to48withlove/"&gt;photo project&lt;/a&gt; someone created. Somewhat cheesy but I like this attempt at encouraging people to seek unity despite disagreements. What it looks like practically, I don't know but I think I know what it's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-3724572596371746825?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3724572596371746825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=3724572596371746825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3724572596371746825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3724572596371746825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-praying-for-unity.html' title='I&apos;m praying for unity'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4280758239587684815</id><published>2008-11-04T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:29:36.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should we call him?</title><content type='html'>Hello Humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this &lt;a href="http://scotteriology.wordpress.com/2008/05/21/gods-name-isnt-god/"&gt;funny post&lt;/a&gt; titled "God's Name Isn't 'God.'" More or less it noted that God is what he is and that's not his name. It amused me because I thought about going around and addressing others by what they are. It's like going up to Bryan and saying, "Hello, Human the Husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we pray we should address God by his name "Yahweh" or "I Am." Is that allowed? Maybe I will just stick to Daddy-O.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4280758239587684815?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4280758239587684815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4280758239587684815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4280758239587684815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4280758239587684815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-should-we-call-him.html' title='What should we call him?'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-7175653701685364829</id><published>2008-10-31T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:48:39.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep saying...</title><content type='html'>O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or how it started but lately when I want to express some sort of intense emotion in a trivial manner, I will say O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each letter is spoken emphatically. OH *pause* EHM *pause* GEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells me a piece of interesting news. O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 29 and I'm talking like a tween. Like, O-M-G!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-7175653701685364829?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7175653701685364829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=7175653701685364829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7175653701685364829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7175653701685364829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-keep-saying.html' title='I keep saying...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4075161997507810722</id><published>2008-10-28T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:23:05.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having a really hard time with</title><content type='html'>... Prop 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main argument for Prop 8 that I've heard from people is that it's restoring the traditional view of marriage. It's what God wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm having a hard time with is why this is the issue Christians are choosing to rally around. I can think of many other things that God wants that Christians don't pursue. What is up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also feels like a log in the eye situation. Whenever I hear "restore traditional marriage" I'm also wondering, doesn't that mean we should be outlawing divorce and remarriage? Instead, we have things like divorce care in churches. Should we be so selective about where we show compassion and grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what has particularly irked me about this whole thing is the propaganda surrounding the Yes campaign. Much of the ads for Prop  8 you see on TV are made by "Christian" organizations and they tell blatant lies about Prop 8. The stuff about teaching children gay marriage in schools and forcing pastors to marry gay couples is simply not true. I can't get over it... lying to oppose sin. Is this sin justified because it's trying to come against another sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I haven't heard one good argument from anyone that hasn't been spoon fed by the propaganda. If you find it, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this and election fever, I've been confronted with something else. Can someone please tell me how being a Christian = Republican? From where I'm standing, I have very little in common with the interests of Republicans. And PLEASE don't say family values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to stay away from blogging about this stuff because I really would rather talk to people in person... so I kept it short. I tried not to be too rant-y either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4075161997507810722?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4075161997507810722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4075161997507810722' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4075161997507810722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4075161997507810722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-having-really-hard-time-with.html' title='I&apos;m having a really hard time with'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5969476825040643950</id><published>2008-10-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:54:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I've been waiting for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p-head"&gt;   &lt;h2&gt;A New Conversation on Abortion&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;span class="p-who"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.sojo.net/blog/godspolitics/?author=21" title="Posts by Jim Wallis"&gt;Jim Wallis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="p-date"&gt;10-16-2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="p-con"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In last evening’s presidential debate, the first steps were taken toward a new national conversation about abortion.  For too many years, the old one hadn’t changed very much.  It came up every four years during elections and seldom in between. The Republicans repeated that they think abortion should just be completely illegal; and the Democrats repeated their only mantra of a “woman’s right to choose.” And the number of abortions remained mostly unchanged.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Pro-life” battled “pro-choice” when neither party was really either one. Those positions were more like postures, and they didn’t lead to solutions. What if “pro-life” really meant policies that would protect the precious gift of life wherever it is threatened and aim at dramatically reducing the number of abortions in America? And what if “pro-choice” meant extending the range of real choices available to women – not only to terminate a pregnancy, but also to make the decision to have a child with the necessary economic support, health care, and adoption services?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last evening, both Barack Obama and John McCain took steps toward finding some possible common ground. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both said that they would not use Roe v. Wade as a litmus test for appointing Supreme Court Justices in the future.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And both suggested some cultural commitments and policy directions that could be most effective in dramatically reducing abortion. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/10/15/video.transcript/?iref=topnews"&gt;Last night’s debate&lt;/a&gt; got that conversation started.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Barack Obama said:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that abortion is a very difficult issue, and it is a moral issue and one that I think good people on both sides can disagree on…. This is an issue that — look, it divides us. And in some ways, it may be difficult to — to reconcile the two views.  But there surely is some common ground when both those who believe in choice and those who are opposed to abortion can come together and say, “We should try to prevent unintended pregnancies by providing appropriate education to our youth, communicating that sexuality is sacred and that they should not be engaged in cavalier activity, and providing options for adoption, and helping single mothers if they want to choose to keep the baby.”  Those are all things that we put in the Democratic platform for the first time this year, and I think that’s where we can find some common ground, because nobody’s pro-abortion. I think it’s always a tragic situation. We should try to reduce these circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then John McCain said:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have to change the culture of America. Those of us who are proudly pro-life understand that. And it’s got to be courage and compassion that we show to a young woman who’s facing this terribly difficult decision. … But that does not mean that we will cease to protect the rights of the unborn. Of course, we have to come together. Of course, we have to work together, and, of course, it’s vital that we do so and help these young women who are facing such a difficult decision, with a compassion, that we’ll help them with the adoptive services, with the courage to bring that child into this world and we’ll help take care of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are indeed profound moral issues involved in the decisions to have or not to have an abortion, and most Americans believe that. Most also believe the abortion rate in America is far too high but are hesitant to completely deny the difficult choice to have one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abortion reduction&lt;/em&gt; is the clear common ground that could unite the pro-choice and pro-life polarities and bring us together to find some real solutions and finally see some results. John McCain and Barack Obama last evening opened up the possibility of finding some new common ground in reducing abortions, reflecting the 2008 Democratic and Republican platforms. There is also now some movement in the Congress with pro-life and pro-choice members looking for common ground solutions for reducing the number of abortions that are proven to work. New and compelling studies make the clear connection between abortion and poverty, with fully three-fourths of the women who have abortions saying that they just couldn’t afford to have the child. It will be a great day when both poverty reduction &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;abortion reduction become non-partisan issues and bipartisan causes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life is precious. John McCain believes that, Barack Obama believes that, Sarah Palin believes that, and so does Joe Biden.  In fact, I’m not sure I have ever met a person who believes otherwise.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Freedom is fundamental.  John McCain believes that, Barack Obama believes that, Sarah Palin believes that, and so does Joe Biden.  Again, I’m not sure I have ever met a person who believes otherwise.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Americans are for life. Americans are for choice. The challenge for our political leaders, our religious leaders, and every American is to hold freedom and life together even when they seem to collide.  We should do all we can to make sure we have as much of both as possible. And we can start by having a better conversation about abortion in this election and beyond.  Thankfully, the first steps toward that conversation were taken last evening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5969476825040643950?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5969476825040643950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5969476825040643950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5969476825040643950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5969476825040643950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title='Something I&apos;ve been waiting for'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-1255230012297427704</id><published>2008-10-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:30:10.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/US/toilet_071016_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/US/toilet_071016_ms.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... #$%!#$@?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting conversation with some folks the other day when I revealed that I'm okay with swearing. As I blog this I imagine some readers having the same reaction as these people. I was and wasn't surprised by their intense response, and from it I assumed that they believed swearing was sinning. They couldn't believe that I could condone such behavior. As I relayed my conversation to Bryan, he noted that we were talking about two different things. While they were objecting to excusing swearing from sin, I was addressing the hierarchy of sin in our speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many believe that all sin is equal. Yes and no. All sin leads us to separation and alienation from God. However, there is scripture that points to more severe consequences for some sin (Matt. 23:14-15), and there are some sins that are more detestable to God (Ezekiel 8, 16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most Christians also have a hierarchy of sin, and what bothers me is that sometimes that hierarchy seems out of order. I rarely get such intense reactions from people who listen to gossip nor do I see people call out sin when others lash out in anger. Mr. Anger Management might have not used the culturally defined swear words, but his sentiment is obviously there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that I take issue with is that there is a lot of mean teasing among Christians, but it's not called out. In fact, I don't think people see it as sin because it's only a joke. What's kind of troubling is that it becomes a contest of who can cut each other down in the most witty way. I find this more insidiously damaging than swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think swearing is an easily identifiable action among Christians that separates between the bad and the good. It's another way we pat ourselves on the back for being holy while turning a blind eye to our daily sins that no one else knows about. I want our understanding of sin to go past the surface issues. When I consider all the ways that I may have murdered someone in my heart, swearing seems like small potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not advocating that everyone adopts a potty mouth and that it's okay to f-this and f-that. I just think there's bigger fish to fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I do find that sometimes, there really is no better word to describe a situation. I particularly like the sentiment behind the metaphor "when the sh@# hits the fan" or the term SNAFU (situation normal all F-ed up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-1255230012297427704?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1255230012297427704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=1255230012297427704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/1255230012297427704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/1255230012297427704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='What the'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-6505742153657087034</id><published>2008-10-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:02:39.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My imaginary boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2397420968_736169be4f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2397420968_736169be4f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To the woman he said... Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the effects of the curse when I work with my college students. I knew the curse so well when I was single. Mostly I see it in how much time single women spend in a relationship with their non-existent boyfriends. I was guilty of that as well. Even when we don't have a tangible guy in our lives, much of our thoughts are consumed with "him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are obsessed with men, whether or not they exist. Consider a women's sleepover - the conversation inevitably turns to discussions about eligible bachelors and our lists and stays there.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would love a guy that... My guy will...&lt;/span&gt; I once asked some men how much time they spent talking about women at their hangout times (they don't use the word sleepover) and found that it was next to nothing. They're too busy playing video games, thinking about weird competitions, or shooting each other with some weaponry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this list of what we want out of a guy. And we actually have imaginary relationships with him. We ask him things like, where are you? When will I get to meet you? We spend time planning our future wedding and family with him in our minds. And we daydream about interactions with him and what they will be like. I used to daydream about the kinds of interactions I could have with either the most current crush or Mr. Imaginary. They never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-6505742153657087034?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6505742153657087034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=6505742153657087034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6505742153657087034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6505742153657087034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-imaginary-boyfriend.html' title='My imaginary boyfriend'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-6529299095068000255</id><published>2008-10-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:37:28.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/shoe-potpourri-zappos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.shoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/shoe-potpourri-zappos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... that I have nothing to wear. And yet I can stand in front of my closet full of clothes and think/say that. Lately I've been contemplating what it means to live a life of abundance. There is a laundry list of things I want, but there's nothing I need. I remember the first time I came back from China and felt nauseous at how much stuff I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to return to a life of simplicity and satisfaction. I had this crazy idea that I'd like to commit to in theory but am scared to in actuality. I wondered what life would be like if I didn't purchase any new clothes for a year. I have plenty of clothes to last me more than a year. Probably too much, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I'd want to implement this idea is because I've noticed that I think clothes will get people to like me. When I was meeting new people during New Student Outreach, I considered my wardrobe more carefully and dressed to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of people I know who aren't so fashionable but win others over with their quality of character... and I wondered if I was compensating for character with external appearances. I wondered if I didn't have updated clothes, would it help grow my character? I'm not going to wear a potato sack for this experiment - just what I already own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year isn't that long, but perhaps long enough for me to feel outdated, especially working with college students. I haven't made the plunge yet... I'm scared I'll go back on the commitment. I guess I want to make sure I'm ready for it. It could be interesting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I don't think it will be that big of a deal. I bet nobody will even notice anything about my clothes. I think my reluctance to enter into it just shows me how much value I'm putting in my external appearance. Perhaps I'll give myself a deadline to decide... what about a week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-6529299095068000255?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6529299095068000255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=6529299095068000255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6529299095068000255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6529299095068000255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-true.html' title='It&apos;s not true'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-7137494438603859036</id><published>2008-10-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:45:22.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all design majors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://creativeherb.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/creativeherb-using-too-many-fonts-bad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://creativeherb.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/creativeherb-using-too-many-fonts-bad.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I did my undergrad degree again, I might have considered a design major. Since it's new student outreach, I've been looking at a lot of fliers and posters and whatnot. I don't know if there's a rule for this kind of stuff, but one of my pet peeves for aesthetics is when people use more than 3 fonts. I usually only use 2... I know people like to change it up but what about bolding, italicizing, increasing size? IMHO it just looks too busy and schizophrenic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-7137494438603859036?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7137494438603859036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=7137494438603859036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7137494438603859036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7137494438603859036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/10/calling-all-design-majors.html' title='Calling all design majors'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-3889913118443747987</id><published>2008-09-29T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:23:53.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call + Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mS-0CHXfyIk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mS-0CHXfyIk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A freshman I met recently is promoting this movie. I think we should all make a point to see it, especially since all proceeds from ticket sales go to support organizations like International Justice Mission and Not For Sale. There are &lt;a href='http://callandresponse.com/tickets.html'&gt;showings&lt;/a&gt; all over the bay area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-3889913118443747987?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3889913118443747987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=3889913118443747987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3889913118443747987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3889913118443747987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/call-response.html' title='Call + Response'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5956005036816385090</id><published>2008-09-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:17:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get me started on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inrareform.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/waiting-for-mr-right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://inrareform.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/waiting-for-mr-right.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... romantic relationships. I've stumbled upon a new passion. Actually it's not really a new passion but a latent passion that has been stirred recently. All of a sudden I found myself ranting, raving, and railing about this blog post that has been roaming around some of the students. The title of the piece is, "&lt;a href="http://naeswirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-can-be-applied-to-both-men-and.html"&gt;Is He/She... The Right One&lt;/a&gt;." Already my eyeballs are starting to take an elliptical course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came across it a few months ago, I remember scanning the article and thinking... meh. I could understand how it was encouraging to the person who was copying it onto her blog, given where she was at so I didn't really say much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a closer look at it when some women told me they were reading and discussing it. I lost some self control and I could not stop myself from ranting about the ridiculousness of the article. It's pretty long, and I have many objections but my main complaint is that the post is extremely naive about marriage. I googled the original post because I kept thinking to myself, this was written by an unmarried woman. I was right. Anyone who has been married long enough has concluded that the idea of "the right one" being portrayed in this post is completely unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the author misquotes scripture and does extremely poor interpretation. Most of the scripture quoted is taken out of context and only used to support her own ideas. If you're looking for actual evidence of her points in scripture, it's fairly thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could sum up this post and my objection, it would be that it's teaching women to look for unbroken people as mates. Broken people looking for perfect matches... err... right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of spending time looking for a Mr. Right that will fit our laundry list of qualities? First of all, he doesn't exist. Second of all, if you found him, he's probably hiding something. Third of all, it doesn't guarantee a happy marriage. Happiness is not really the point of marriage anyway. It really bugs me that the post encourages you to find someone without brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What also bugs me is how the post is really unfair to men. It sets up absurd standards for a mate. There are only two logical conclusions from reading the post: you won't be getting married because he doesn't exist or you think you've found him only to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people spent more time considering their own brokenness and what they were doing to become a better partner rather than wanting someone else to be awesome for them. What about having just one qualification. Instead of finding Mr. Right, what about finding the man that's committed to working out and working on the brokenness inherent in the relationship. Enter with eyes wide open about the ways you will fail each other. Enter with much grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking for Mr. Right, how about looking for Mr. Let's try to work on our brokenness and maybe in 20-30 years we'll start getting some things right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5956005036816385090?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5956005036816385090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5956005036816385090' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5956005036816385090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5956005036816385090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-get-me-started-on.html' title='Don&apos;t get me started on'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-2501171441785509624</id><published>2008-09-27T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:05:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you hear the word duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1263/1414012788_4535871df0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1263/1414012788_4535871df0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... does it make you laugh like a little kid? I do, and then I like to say it over and over again. The Duty Free aspect of the international terminal at the airport also cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been musing about duty and obligation as of late. For a long time they held the same meaning... a negative one... practically a four letter word. In seeking freedom from the rigidity of "have to," I was a champion of "want to." As some friends will testify, one of my favorite questions was "Well, what do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; want?" I gladly adopted a therapy prof's motto: don't should on yourself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be free of duty/obligation and not do anything if my heart wasn't in it. And I preached this rhetoric to those around me. It seemed that so many people were taking action only half-heartedly or grudgingly and there was no desire behind anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself that Scripture talks about duty, and that it's portrayed positively and even as godly. I began to separate duty from obligation. I don't know if it's semantics, but I think obligation is doing something because you think you should even though you don't really want to or feel like it. I think duty, on the other hand, is sticking to a commitment because you care about the people it affects. Duty reminds me of those who are in the army and believe they are fighting for a greater good. It's not about what each individual wants, but  it's about what's best for the country and its people. Duty is related to integrity, and it reflects willing selflessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resonate with this definition of duty as a Chinese American woman. Often I am pulled to serve my family even if it is inconvenient, and I can tell when I'm doing something out of obligation or duty. Mostly it's reflected in my heart, and I remind myself that there's a greater good that I'm serving even if I don't feel a personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have these ideas fully thought out yet so I don' t know if I totally made sense. I think the word obligation also exists in the Bible too. Ah... the joys of late night blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-2501171441785509624?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2501171441785509624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=2501171441785509624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2501171441785509624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2501171441785509624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-hear-word-duty.html' title='When you hear the word duty'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-880205575685789899</id><published>2008-09-24T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:37:52.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity on campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/IMA/S719%7EUnity-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/IMA/S719%7EUnity-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're in the throes of Welcome Week right now, aka crack for extroverts. It's been so much fun meeting freshmen and watching them wobble on their bikes. I even wrote a poem for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o freshman, o freshman&lt;br /&gt;scared and wide-eyed&lt;br /&gt;o freshman, o freshman&lt;br /&gt;watch out, don't collide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night the evangelical groups on campus hosted an event called "The Worship Experience." It's pretty much as it sounds - worship, testimony, mini-sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can tell, our students really loved it. I keep hearing students say, it's so cool to get together with the other fellowship, we should do stuff like that more often. Whenever I hear them say that, internally I reply - I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's great that we have this event at the beginning of the school year to try to help new students not feel overwhelmed about all the Christian groups and to demonstrate we support each other in our ministries. It's our attempt to diminish the feelings of competitiveness as we're all wanting a large group of students to join &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; fellowship. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish for more all-fellowship events because I think it promotes the insular, in-reaching nature of Christian community. Holy huddle, kumbaya, and all the other ways we alienate ourselves from the world. Planning these all-fellowship events takes up resources. Since we're all so busy, we have to be selective about what we choose to do. Once we take away time for sleeping, eating, schooling, working, and other priorities, our free time is so limited. I would rather be focused on outreach in witness or justice than just hanging out with other Christians. I believe we simply don't spend enough time in God's purposes for the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My irreverent thoughts for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-880205575685789899?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/880205575685789899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=880205575685789899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/880205575685789899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/880205575685789899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/unity-on-campus.html' title='Unity on campus'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-3548264536948283935</id><published>2008-09-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:57:31.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart tall, dark, and handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thedartmouth.com/content/2006/10/26/article-1170-243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://thedartmouth.com/content/2006/10/26/article-1170-243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and lately I've developed a new celebrity crush slash admiration slash mild obsession. I've never been one to jump on the hot celebrity bandwagon. When I was in elementary school and the group formerly known as New Kids on the Block were all the rage, I didn't have a favorite Kid. While all my friends had paraphernalia such as sleeping bags, binder, pillow cases, etc. etc. I was... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I've always been drawn to the tall, dark, and handsome (didn't I get lucky in marriage!?). My last such interest was Hugh Jackman aka Wolverine. Not only was the tall, dark, and handsome thing attractive, but I loved the whole fighting inner demons thing. Not that I want that in real life (too complicated), but there's something so fascinating about watching a man wrestling to tame his internal and external being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've moved on to Christian Bale!! Dark Knight was the summer blockbuster hit and I absolutely loved it. I never felt so much for a superhero before, and I actually felt depressed-ish for a couple hours afterwards. I kept telling Bryan, it's so sad! I feel so bad for Batman! I ate up all the can't pursue your true love for the sake of saving humanity and on top of that you have to be an outlaw bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale is hands down the best Batman. After reading more about him on wikipedia, I learned he's one of those actors dedicated to the craft and doesn't really care about the glam and glitz of Hollywood celebrity. He shuns the public and requests privacy from the paparazzi. Unheard of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heart Netflix and for the first time I rented a movie because Netflix thought I might like it. I hightly recommend "The Prestige." First of all, it stars Hugh Jackman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Christian Bale. Two tall, dark, and handsome men brooding at each other in competitiveness that will drive them to destroy each other. There were multiple twists in the plot, and I didn't see the very last one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale movies are lining up in my Netflix que. Next: The Machinist. He lost 60 pounds to accurately portray his character. That's dedication!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-3548264536948283935?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3548264536948283935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=3548264536948283935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3548264536948283935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3548264536948283935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-tall-dark-and-handsome.html' title='I heart tall, dark, and handsome'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4154108000281486547</id><published>2008-09-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:46:21.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart pop psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o64/thealice/kiss_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o64/thealice/kiss_lips.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While driving around town with the husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do people like kissing because it's reminiscent of breastfeeding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, the human psyche and its endless possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4154108000281486547?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4154108000281486547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4154108000281486547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4154108000281486547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4154108000281486547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-pop-psychology.html' title='I heart pop psychology'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-101836617691768163</id><published>2008-09-09T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:49:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SMdo5DF4uHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xvPCqXWraLE/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SMdo5DF4uHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xvPCqXWraLE/s400/facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275620388059250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... stuck in Jr. High. I realized I was being very lame about Facebook. Somehow I began equating the adding of friends to some sort of popularity how cool is the pegpie meter. Whenever I met somebody new, the first thing I did when I got home was to see if they were on Facebook. Admit it, all of you, that you do the same thing (note to self: ponder and perhaps blog about the stalkerish nature of FB and human nature in general).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I found them, I wouldn't add them. Instead, I would wait for them to add me. Somehow their initiation affirmed that I was cool or interesting enough and therefore worthy of FB friendship. If they didn't, I'd feel slight pangs of teenage devastation. Yes, I recognize that slight devastation is an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While accepting various requests of friendship, I realized that most people add friends without thinking too deeply about it. I bet Tim Tran (whoever you are) didn't have to think twice about his request.  Even I love using the People You May Know feature and don't care if I haven't talked to so and so's friend for years. I've added people "just because." Making new friends on FB has nothing to do with my "cool" factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take after Bryan's example. My husband wants to be to Facebook what Tila Tequila was to MySpace. He is a fiend when it comes to adding new friends, er... acquaintances, er... visual recognition but never held a conversation. He never thinks twice about who he's adding. I'm taking notes and implementing said mindset. No human left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-101836617691768163?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/101836617691768163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=101836617691768163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/101836617691768163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/101836617691768163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-being.html' title='I hate being'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SMdo5DF4uHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xvPCqXWraLE/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5088881401197845875</id><published>2008-09-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:34:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TsglTuTi5_8/R1PD91_Wk_I/AAAAAAAAALI/_HuqZIhZ1ek/s320/Choices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TsglTuTi5_8/R1PD91_Wk_I/AAAAAAAAALI/_HuqZIhZ1ek/s320/Choices.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting ready for Welcome Week at UCD. It's really more like Welcome Month for our on-campus freshmen bible study leaders. They'll be making the big push to get connected to people in the dorms. Sleep, eat, breathe, and live the dorms. Extrovert's dream come true or introvert's worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all these welcome events and inevitably we'll be running down the list of "Where are you from?" and "What's your major?" And inevitably I'll come across a college student who's trying to make the right decision about their major so they don't ruin the rest of their lives... or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago I had a really interesting conversation with my aunt, who has a more American perspective on life than my parents - she immigrated as a teen. We were talking about the pressures my dad was giving me about going to grad school and doing something "useful" because everyone knows you can't feed yourself with degrees in English and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt pointed out that my generation had very different opportunities than her immigrant peers. Back then, she said, the only options open to Chinese Americans were engineers, doctors, lawyers, or businessmen... and engineers. The time is different, new career paths are open, and success is not limited to the aforementioned careers. I ate it up and I continue to encourage students that it is okay to try an out of the box major like, heaven forbid, Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture has also shifted in that our majors no longer relate to our careers. Back then, most people had specific majors that directed their job options. They found a job and more or less stayed in the job with the same company until retirement. Nowadays I find that most people aren't doing things related to their degrees, even engineers and economics majors. On top of that, people in our generation change jobs or careers every 3-5 years. If you've been at a job for 10 years, you're considered a veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some favorite mantras I like to tell students, and this is probably one of them. Another one goes something like, "Don't should on yourself." I'll try to remind myself to elaborate on this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5088881401197845875?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5088881401197845875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5088881401197845875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5088881401197845875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5088881401197845875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/rest-of-your-life.html' title='The rest of your life'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TsglTuTi5_8/R1PD91_Wk_I/AAAAAAAAALI/_HuqZIhZ1ek/s72-c/Choices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-661240842378247463</id><published>2008-09-04T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:42:02.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't we</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/84/122/3223664/n3223664_35070198_6323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/84/122/3223664/n3223664_35070198_6323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...celebrate wedding anniversaries in community? I know most couples will do something together, except when you get somewhere around year 14 and you have children and one day you wake up realizing both of you missed your anniversary. I know couples also celebrate their 50th with a big bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 4 year anniversary. Friends who have known me for awhile are usually astonished at how fast the time has gone. Others ask us when we're having kids. Actually, that question hasn't stopped since we first got married. It's the married couple's equivalent of "what's your major?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we looked towards today, I told Bryan that next year we should throw ourselves a party and invite our friends to celebrate our anniversary. If we have parties to celebrate the individual every year (birthdays), why shouldn't we celebrate the couple more often? We celebrate many lesser things - at the end of every October, Erma's foster mom from SPCA throws a puppy birthday party for her and her daughters. For marriage celebrations, Year 0 to Year 50 seems like a rather large gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be a great encouragement to us as a couple and to our friends as well. Also, I noticed that people tend to be more willing to gather for key events such as birthdays. I don't mind having another reason to bring friends together, especially given our busy lives. Look for an evite coming near you in a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-661240842378247463?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/661240842378247463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=661240842378247463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/661240842378247463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/661240842378247463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-dont-we.html' title='Why don&apos;t we'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-2278879537203439166</id><published>2008-08-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:21:01.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time</title><content type='html'>... by being creative. I stumbled upon this&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt; website&lt;/a&gt; and made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SLoarRHBmhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I0wLxH-bujM/s1600-h/purpose+statment+wordle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SLoarRHBmhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I0wLxH-bujM/s400/purpose+statment+wordle+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240530447028558354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You take a group of words and it automatically generates a word picture. I took InterVarsity's purpose statement. It even let me specify colors so I could use the official palette of InterVarsity Christian Fellowship/USA. Here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SLobfub0BDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HAQXdhkkC2w/s1600-h/purpose+statement+wordle+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SLobfub0BDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HAQXdhkkC2w/s400/purpose+statement+wordle+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240531348253574194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the endless possibilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-2278879537203439166?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2278879537203439166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=2278879537203439166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2278879537203439166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2278879537203439166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting time'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SLoarRHBmhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I0wLxH-bujM/s72-c/purpose+statment+wordle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8999359328030793891</id><published>2008-08-30T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:05:30.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange that people come looking for you only when you're unavailable? And when you're free, nobody comes a-calling. Apparently when we went camping, people thought we'd fallen off the face of the earth since we were out of cell phone reception. That and the week before we were again phone-less at the staff retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://onaxos.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-forest-meets-ocean.html"&gt;recap&lt;/a&gt; of our camping trip! Fun times with friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8999359328030793891?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8999359328030793891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8999359328030793891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8999359328030793891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8999359328030793891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-2831907621648701964</id><published>2008-08-28T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:24:35.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese know nothing about</title><content type='html'>... fortune cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bp4IGgQoVQE&amp;color1=0x-(0000000&amp;color2=0x-(0000000&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bp4IGgQoVQE&amp;color1=0x-(0000000&amp;color2=0x-(0000000&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-2831907621648701964?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2831907621648701964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=2831907621648701964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2831907621648701964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2831907621648701964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinese-know-nothing-about.html' title='Chinese know nothing about'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4648865567351393612</id><published>2008-08-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:50:44.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism abroad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AyjRIwp2fqE/SKN4EwMz7iI/AAAAAAAABw8/Zug1LMtulsI/s400/spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AyjRIwp2fqE/SKN4EwMz7iI/AAAAAAAABw8/Zug1LMtulsI/s400/spain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've read a few posts online about the Spain ad racism "incident." I posted a couple of comments on &lt;a href="http://morethanservingtea.wordpress.com/2008/08/13/are-you-kidding-me/"&gt;another's blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought I'd include them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://apegpie.blogspot.com/" rel="external nofollow"&gt;Peggy E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          says:             &lt;p&gt;Hmmm… it’s really interesting seeing this on a global level. It makes me ask the question if racism is culturally based. I definitely see how Chinese would not be offended, but Chinese Americans would. Chinese people rarely experience this kind of racism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://morethanservingtea.wordpress.com/" rel="external nofollow"&gt;Kathy Khang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          says:             &lt;p&gt;Can you expand on your comment about racism being culturally based? I’m curious as well, since only a few news reports have alluded to the Chinese (v. the Chinese or Asian Americans) being offended. It’s all very strange to watch - this country that has been so closed to the West desiring to put its best foot forward…if they actually saw the “news” reports shot at the food markets with non-Chinese gawking over fried scorpions would they understand that the attention isn’t meant as an affectionate or respectful gesture but really poking fun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://apegpie.blogspot.com/" rel="external nofollow"&gt;Peggy E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          says:             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most Chinese in China have never experienced racism since they are part of the majority culture. Their experience of race differs from Chinese Americans, where we have a history of being the minority. At some point we’ve seen the eye-pulling gestures, and we’ve been told to go back to where we came from. Those in China have never known this, so it’s not likely they would know this as racism.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Minorities in China however, experience plenty of racism. It’s been interesting talking to Chinese in China about this because they deny the existence of racism in similar ways to the majority culture in America. Befriend someone in a minority group, and you get a very different story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think in reading your post, I began considering racism on a global level since it seems to require a majority culture and a minority culture to experience such kinds of racism. When considering the world, who would be the majority, and who would be the minority?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: I’m not sure Chinese would interpret the scorpions as poking fun since many Chinese would not try scorpions either. I get the feeling that scorpions on a stick has been used to draw tourists to a food booth, and few really eat it. I’m seen seahorses on a stick alongside the scorpions and all of my Chinese friends have said they’d never eat it. You’d have to have them gawking at foods more representative of Chinese culture, something a large majority identifies with, to be offensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4648865567351393612?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4648865567351393612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4648865567351393612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4648865567351393612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4648865567351393612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/racism-abroad.html' title='Racism abroad?'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AyjRIwp2fqE/SKN4EwMz7iI/AAAAAAAABw8/Zug1LMtulsI/s72-c/spain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5719352298919725459</id><published>2008-08-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:06:14.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You need more therapy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GT4fMezDY7s/R8d7s9RxpVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/tTLRL8n8f3w/AP5604250109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GT4fMezDY7s/R8d7s9RxpVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/tTLRL8n8f3w/AP5604250109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I often tell dating couples that I'm a big fan of pre-engagement counseling. I think trying to work out key issues during engagement can be difficult, and few would be willing to call off the wedding even if red flags came up during pre-marital counseling. Too many couples get engaged without figuring out really important things... and then it's too late, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hanging out with some newlywed friends recently and chatted about the informal pre-engagement counseling we did with them. As we talked, we wondered why pre-natal counseling didn't exist. Maybe it does, but I haven't heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard from many that having a baby changes your life more than getting married does. Getting married means partnering with someone for life. That's some side-by-side action. Becoming a parent means your life is merged with somebody's for 18 or so years. Maybe more depending on how your empty nesting goes. That's intense! Heck, God even made a built-in 9 month engagement time before becoming a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Research Methods class in grad school, we read an article about the relationship between becoming parents and marital and life satisfaction. The stats were rather grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go do more research and develop my materials. Discuss topics such as financial readiness and emotional preparedness for the commitment of caring for someone's whole well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be rich and famous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5719352298919725459?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5719352298919725459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5719352298919725459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5719352298919725459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5719352298919725459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-need-more-therapy.html' title='You need more therapy!'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GT4fMezDY7s/R8d7s9RxpVI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/tTLRL8n8f3w/s72-c/AP5604250109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4475243501793435532</id><published>2008-08-08T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:36:47.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.8.08 @ 8:08 PM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7uJ_ExULDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7uJ_ExULDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening ceremonies have commenced in China already and I eagerly await the US viewing at 7:30PM on NBC. If you didn't know, the Chinese government has established an official Olympics cheer that we should all learn and perform enthusiastically regardless of who or what we are cheering for. The above video not only gives a demonstration, but teaches you some Chinese as well. Enjoy and know that somewhere out there, the pegpie is cheering. Jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4475243501793435532?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4475243501793435532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4475243501793435532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4475243501793435532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4475243501793435532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/08/8808-808-pm.html' title='8.8.08 @ 8:08 PM!'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8064906932788111944</id><published>2008-07-31T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:35:43.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acupofjoy.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/beijing-olympics-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://acupofjoy.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/beijing-olympics-2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and if you didn't know that, then you really don't know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in China during the summer of 2001 when they first announced the win for the Olympic bid. I was astonished by the emotional reaction from our Chinese friends. They cheered, they shouted, they cried, they celebrated. I had never felt that way for an Olympics held in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to have a Chinese American understanding of the Olympics, an understanding backed by compassion for China and its people along with some shame over our country's current reputation. Here are some articles others wrote that I really resonate with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danwei.org/media/guide_for_foreign_journalists.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Forbidden Clichés: A guide for visiting journalists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of injokes. Having gone to China multiple times, I commiserate with the author. Most of these things cause my eyes to roll too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinadigitaltimes.net/2008/04/my-friends-what-do-you-want-from-us/"&gt;My Friends, What Do You Want From Us?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this aptly describes the sentiment of the Chinese on its relationship with the Western world. It references some history stuff, and it paints a bigger picture of the ongoing tensions over the last 200 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.foolsmountain.com/2008/07/27/where-does-china-fit-in-the-wests-understanding-of-the-world/"&gt;Where does China fit in the West's understanding of the world?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat heady but dialogue over this would be eye-opening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8064906932788111944?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8064906932788111944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8064906932788111944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8064906932788111944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8064906932788111944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-china.html' title='I heart China'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-1073774043868449668</id><published>2008-07-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:36:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart chicken</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I had a thing for chicken... eating chicken. I loved chicken so much that I thought all meat was called chicken. At meals, I would tell my mom, "I want that piece of chicken, and that piece of chicken," pointing to beef and pork dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my hair done at a Chinese salon in Milpitas. There are many things one would expect at a Chinese establishment in the bay area (or anywhere, for that matter)... a flat screen hanging on the wall would be one of them. And of course, it was playing music videos. It was going to be either that or Korean soaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the video below. The words are in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95g3s5vecoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95g3s5vecoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most cute and bizarre things I've ever seen. Some of the lyrics say things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;I can't ignore the misunderstanding of people&lt;br /&gt;Eat my meat, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Take my eggs, I am willing&lt;br /&gt;We've become the transmitters of the bird flu&lt;br /&gt;You can't live in a world without chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I have a craving for some chicken now. Let's go see what's in the fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-1073774043868449668?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1073774043868449668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=1073774043868449668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/1073774043868449668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/1073774043868449668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-chicken.html' title='I heart chicken'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-1019381882327726844</id><published>2008-06-28T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:21:19.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've noticed that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.made-in-england.org/images/musics.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 494px;" src="http://www.made-in-england.org/images/musics.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All people like to make generalizations, but nobody likes to agree with them. I don't want to get into the debate of generalization vs. stereotype here, so I'll leave that to my sociology friends. I find that when I say something along the lines of (any category of people) + (action or characteristic), the recipient will inevitably let me know that their cousin's sister-in-law's manicurist was not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much, because your one example just showed me how wrong I was. Let me take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 minute later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipient will say, "have you noticed that (people) + (action or characteristic)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why we like to find the anecdotal discrepancy. Is it to show that we are open-minded? Is it to demonstrate cleverness? Perhaps it gets at our own fears of being put in a box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other option for such generalizations is to tell me how persons outside said group also exhibit the same behaviors. College students love bubble tea? Little kids love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think generalizations are incredibly helpful as long as they aren't rules and standards. One might argue that having generalizations predisposes you to making incorrect assumptions, but I think everybody's going to make them anyway. Better to have guidelines and hold them loosely than meet everyone with a clean slate. The latter is impossible anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently someone pointed me to &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/"&gt;stuffwhitepeoplelike.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's rather funny although you could probably more accurately describe it as stuffwhiteyuppyliberalpeoplelike.com. I checked to see if there was a stuffyellowpeoplelike.com. It exists although there are only two posts, and the most recent one is from March. In future posts, I'd like to try my hand at this topic. Here are some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Feeding other people&lt;br /&gt;#2 Great Bargains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-1019381882327726844?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1019381882327726844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=1019381882327726844' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/1019381882327726844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/1019381882327726844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-noticed-that.html' title='I&apos;ve noticed that...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-3250814945446215060</id><published>2008-06-22T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:29:55.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a pusher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sawasho.com/blog/archives/images/emergency-button_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sawasho.com/blog/archives/images/emergency-button_r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... a button pusher, that is. With some people, I get a small thrill out of making scandalous comments to get a rise out of them. A bit sadistic? Perhaps. This "hobby" of mine sometimes extends to my relationship with my parents. Since going to college, my values and worldview has vastly diverged from their Chinese American Immigrant Silicon Valley Christian Republican Conservative Right Wing views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've been living in a hole somewhere, you know that California has been granting marriage licenses to gay couples this week. I informed my mom that a childhood friend was among those wed in San Francisco. After answering questions along the lines of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how did she get like that&lt;/span&gt; she noted that it was important that we vote against this law come November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that I hadn't decided which way I would vote yet. This was the truth - I wasn't saying this just to get my mom all P.I.A.B. (panties in a bunch to those who didn't read my old blog). I guess I have been living away from home too long because I wasn't prepared for her response. She was incredulous that a Christian would even have to consider such things. She declared that God was against this so it was a no brainer. She wanted to know what InterVarsity would think knowing I had such opinions (let me remind you that my opinion was that I had no opinion yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have a really hard time when it comes to the law. I don't believe there is always a Christian response to any topic, and it's rare that I meet people who don't vote with double standards. When it comes to this gay marriage stuff, I struggle with people being up in arms about protecting the sanctity of marriage because of how divorce is treated in America. If we understand what God says about marriage and divorce in Scripture, why don't we have laws that make it harder for people to get married and divorced? Why can't we make people take a test to get their marriage license? We have tests for driver's licenses, don't we? It makes me think something else is behind the Christian response to gay marriage other than it being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find laws surrounding hot topics complicated and I don't think being a Christian always points to a "right" answer. Abortion, poverty, the environment, taxation, the economy, education, violence... these are all issues we have to deal with because of how messed up people are. I want to think thoroughly about these things, mull over it, and understand the implications before making any final decisions. I guess in some ways, I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;is the Christian response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this post outs me as a flaming liberal or something of the sort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-3250814945446215060?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3250814945446215060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=3250814945446215060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3250814945446215060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/3250814945446215060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-pusher.html' title='I&apos;m a pusher'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-7902635039785187253</id><published>2008-06-19T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:27:14.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>I wish I could be like one of those people who had a theme blog. At one point, I thought I could devote my blog to cool places like the &lt;a href="http://www.teance.com/Default.asp?Redirected=Y"&gt;tea tasting bar&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.bittersweetcafe.com/"&gt;hot chocolate cafe&lt;/a&gt; I tried recently and loved. I could talk about how I bought some lichee iced tea and have been brewing the deliciousness at home. But then I realized I don't do stuff like that often enough to warrant a blog devoted to it. Actually, I don't do hardly anything with any amount of consistency that would constitute a theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;a href="http://simplybreakfast.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; devoted to a photograph of a woman's breakfast every morning. The pictures are tasteful if not inspiring me to eat more healthy. Alas, I don't eat breakfast every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blog about my hobbies like my &lt;a href="http://dozidesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;design&lt;/a&gt; friends or the gardening and &lt;a href="http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/"&gt;sewing blogs&lt;/a&gt; I read. My hobbies however, are often short-lived. Tiff Tao is moving away and I have no one to sew with. My tomatoes are puny and unimpressive. I've managed to eat two zucchinis off of what is supposed to be an easy and prolific plant. I did consider blogging about mating my zucchinis. This is after all, Sex and the Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could blog &lt;a href="http://spacebetweenarts.wordpress.com/"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; about books, movies, music. It's not often that I find such things inspiring enough to warrant a post, and when I do I can't seem to settle myself enough to write a piece that I'd actually be proud of. I'm just not dedicated to the "arts" like some friends I admire... I'm really just a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am... blogging about what I can't blog about. I will press on since I realize this writing exercise is good for stimulating my brain. With the summer heat my brain is melting, especially having watched "The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency" on Hulu.com. Guilty pleasure. Getting rid of MTV was so bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-7902635039785187253?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7902635039785187253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=7902635039785187253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7902635039785187253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7902635039785187253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8368932028781837116</id><published>2008-06-04T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:24:56.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anybody tell me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twelvebooks.com/images/covers/fortune_cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.twelvebooks.com/images/covers/fortune_cookie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What exactly is Chop Suey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished "The Fortune Cookie Chronicles" and absolutely loved it. Jennifer 8 Lee delves into the world of Chinese food in America after hearing about a statistical anomaly where numerous people (somewhere around 100) had major lottery winnings in a single contest. The link? The majority of the winners picked their numbers from a fortune cookie. She follows the history of Chinese food in America and examines its impact on American culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my family always distinguished between Chinese food and "American Chinese food." When I first moved to Davis 10 years ago, I refused to eat at any Chinese restaurant because it wasn't authentic. Lee however, legitimizes American Chinese food as an integral part of American culture.  She writes, "Our benchmark for Americanness is apple pie. But ask yourself: How often do you eat apple pie? How often do you eat Chinese food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has helped me appreciate places like Panda Express for what it is. Now when my friends gush about "Orange Chicken," I understand that they are talking about their own homey comfort foods, and they fall in a different category than scrumptious chicken feet and pig's ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8368932028781837116?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8368932028781837116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8368932028781837116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8368932028781837116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8368932028781837116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-anybody-tell-me.html' title='Can anybody tell me...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5058459940857299564</id><published>2008-05-27T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:44:06.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and the city... really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/829/829567/sex-and-the-city-the-movie-20071023025516122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/829/829567/sex-and-the-city-the-movie-20071023025516122.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it tonight with my housemate Shannon after winning tickets through a drawing. Finally, after months of anticipation I found out whether or not Carrie and Big get married, if anybody dies, and which scenes are dream sequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fabulous although it espoused many values I didn't really agree with. Here's my estrogen boost for the month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5058459940857299564?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5058459940857299564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5058459940857299564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5058459940857299564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5058459940857299564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-city-really.html' title='sex and the city... really!'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-6106130986131842494</id><published>2008-05-27T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:46:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and the world</title><content type='html'>My Human Sexuality professor from my MFT program has a blog that addresses important issues regarding sex and sexuality. The title of my blog actually stemmed from taking his class, although I admit that there hasn't been too much sex talk recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;a href="http://eroswounded.blogspot.com/2008/05/peace-keepers-and-sexual-abuse.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;   brought to my attention a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24838344/"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt; that one would say is beyond atrocious. I showed Bryan the story and he pointed out that it is great evidence for the depravity of humanity. Sometimes if I watch enough Oprah, I may start believing that people are generally good and have goodness in them. I need to remind myself that Oprahland is as fictional as The Shire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-6106130986131842494?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6106130986131842494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=6106130986131842494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6106130986131842494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/6106130986131842494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-world.html' title='sex and the world'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8935627457613293640</id><published>2008-05-22T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:56:41.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaawwwston!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2512501493_33cb7f70f9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2512501493_33cb7f70f9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why write my own entry when someone else so aptly described my &lt;a href="http://onaxos.blogspot.com/2008/05/adventures-of-odd-couple.html"&gt;vacation&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the trip: Boston Red Sox's Lester had a historic no-hitter against Kansas City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8935627457613293640?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8935627457613293640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8935627457613293640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8935627457613293640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8935627457613293640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/05/baaawwwston.html' title='Baaawwwston!'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4120491719222036900</id><published>2008-05-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:32:42.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt mania!</title><content type='html'>If I actually wore tshirts, I'd probably wear more shirts that have those witty slogans or fun pictures on them. The only one I have I got from China for about a buck fifty, and it's of a bunch of pandas performing the 24 moves of tai chi... or was it 32? My friend Vicky also has a cool panda shirt that I admire. I do heart pandas, or at least cartoon ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, I will enjoy perusing the tshirt sites to chuckle at. Not at threadless.com though - their pictures often confuse me. Here are some tshirt images from &lt;a href="http://www.noisebot.com/catalog"&gt;noisebot.com&lt;/a&gt; I find amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.noisebot.com/images/issues-thumb.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.noisebot.com/images/llama-thumb.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.noisebot.com/images/orange-thumb.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.noisebot.com/images/rock-thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days when these tshirts go out of style, we get to say "That's so late 2000s!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find enough time to blog meaningfully, but not very successfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4120491719222036900?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4120491719222036900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4120491719222036900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4120491719222036900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4120491719222036900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/05/t-shirt-mania.html' title='T-shirt mania!'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-5497593598149758558</id><published>2008-04-27T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:34:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do with my free time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/2446388313_82508bdd5f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/2446388313_82508bdd5f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, we moved in November. I heart our new house! One of the many reasons I like it so much is the backyard. At our old house, the only way to get to the backyard was through the garage. It was also very shady - my attempts at growing veggies all failed. Partly because of the shade, and partly because I never went back there to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new backyard gets plenty of sunshine and I have been reaping the benefits. We've been able to pick lettuce whenever we want salad. No more wasting wilted lettuce! The picture above is my first harvest of snow peas... yes, all 6 of them. I plan on plucking more off the vines later this week, hopefully eventually to have enough for some yummy stir fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pegpie/sets/72157604765664073/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, we went to a composting class. I plan on starting my own worm bin this week and throwing all our peelings and dealings in for the worms to eat. Free fertilizer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-5497593598149758558?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5497593598149758558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=5497593598149758558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5497593598149758558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/5497593598149758558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-i-do-with-my-free-time.html' title='What do I do with my free time?'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8201125757227593918</id><published>2008-04-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:32:29.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poison-ivy.org/rash/foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.poison-ivy.org/rash/foot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to explain my hiatus. Around the end of March, I broke out in some unexplained rash that was both painful and itchy. It was mostly on my hands and then on my arms. And then it spread all up and down my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some internet research I determined it was contact dermatitis aka poison oak. However I don't know if it was actually poison oak that I rolled around in since I haven't ever seen the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable... couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate, the discomfort was great. Topical steroids didn't help. Tried every OTC medicine possible. Tried acupuncture and herbal topicals. Tried homeopathic remedies. Nothing worked and it just kept spreading. This lasted for about 3 weeks before I saw the dr. again and she put me on oral steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steroids helped but for about a week after I stopped them I encountered various side effects... blurred vision, headache, restlessness, feelings of weirdness i think i'm in the twilight zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm almost back to normal. When the busy slows down, I'll put up a meaningful post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the picture above was not me. Through my internet research I found a fascinating gallery of poison oak/ivy victims. I wasn't as bad as the worst pictures, but my rashes looked similar to the ones here. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.poison-ivy.org/rash/index.htm"&gt;link,&lt;/a&gt; but warning... it's not for the faint of heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8201125757227593918?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8201125757227593918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8201125757227593918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8201125757227593918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8201125757227593918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-here.html' title='Still here...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8976637550785137982</id><published>2008-03-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:40:30.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the survey says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/family-feud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/family-feud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When arguing a certain idea or point, people like to use the communication device that cites research as evidence. Some examples include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Research among top dentists show that 4 out of 5 prefer Crest over Colgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Research shows that more than half of all Americans don't know the name of their vice president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Research indicates that 1/3 of the world's university students suffer anxiety attacks at least once while taking chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is Research and what makes him so credible? It seems anyone can bring Research into the conversation and win some points, until one converses with those who are irritating enough to ask where one received such information. What a pain in the butt to have to go look it up on wikipedia or provide the original research article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a class last year called "Research Methods." Mesmerized, aren't you? I learned that Research is not as authentic as he often claims to be. If you look at any industry with a bit of money, they can get Research to say whatever they want. Yes, margarine is a healthy alternative to butter! Global warming doesn't exist! Global warming does exist! For every shred of evidence to back up a claim, you can probably find 5 more sources that state the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bringing Research into any conversation, best understand how he got the information in the first place. As dry and boring as the class was, it highlighted the importance of sample size, repeatability of experiment, controls, and placebo. Oh placebo, we love/hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I recently heard on NPR (I heart NPR!) about an experiment that evinced the irrationality of the human race. The results showed that people taking various pain medications felt better if they were told that the drug they took cost more. If you took a placebo sugar pill and was told that each pill cost $10, you were more likely to experience an improvement in symptoms than if you took the actual drug but was told each pill was $1. That's why people like to buy name brands even though the generic contains the exact same active ingredient. Paying more money made you feel better and not necessarily the drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8976637550785137982?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8976637550785137982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8976637550785137982' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8976637550785137982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8976637550785137982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-survey-says.html' title='And the survey says...'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4859998095987983079</id><published>2008-02-29T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:08:07.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultcardiac.stanford.edu/images/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://adultcardiac.stanford.edu/images/heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like using the phrase "I heart (blank)." I like saying it better than "I love" even though I'm essentially saying the same thing. I guess I prefer to reserve love for people I know. There's something whimsical about using "I heart," especially over IM and other written media. Here are some things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart meat. Bacon, sausage links, sausage patties, italian sausages, linguica, chorizo, steak, ribs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart sushi. I especially love hamachi and o toro when I can afford it. Bryan once told me that I need sushi like I need air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart pink ladies. Really, they're the only apples I'll eat. And I'll only eat the ones from Davis' Farmer's Market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart citrus. Oranges, clementines, pomelos, grapefruit, lemons, limes, blood oranges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart the British. Their accents, their wit, their humor, their sarcasm, their honesty, their snobbery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really heart Disneyland. I can never fall asleep the night before going to Disneyland because I get too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I heart: spring in Davis, new hobbies, tv show "How it's Made"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Readers in Davis, Saturday is National Pig Day! The Farmer's Market will be featuring piggies you can pet and piggies you can eat. I'll be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4859998095987983079?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4859998095987983079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4859998095987983079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4859998095987983079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4859998095987983079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the Heart'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8505554621358905051</id><published>2008-02-26T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:46:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks matter!</title><content type='html'>Lately my jaunts along the information superhighway have led me towards the aesthetically pleasing. I have been looking at famous designers and their various wares: fabrics, clothing, wall paper, paper crafts, etc. It's like going to the MOMA, but at home! Here are some links for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jansdotter.com/"&gt;Lotta Jansdotter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/"&gt;Amy Butler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fermlivingshop.us/"&gt;Ferm Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41QGHA3XK1L._SS384_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41QGHA3XK1L._SS384_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm also teaching myself to sew. I found a sewing machine on craigslist for half the cost, and the box was never opened! I heart craigslist! Yes, I know it's a Hello Kitty sewing machine but the reviews said it was a great beginner machine and it's pretty much a standard Janome machine with HK exterior. Don't judge my sewing machine by its cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8505554621358905051?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8505554621358905051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8505554621358905051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8505554621358905051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8505554621358905051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/looks-matter.html' title='Looks matter!'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-2709747431657346000</id><published>2008-02-22T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:49:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice is overrated (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bloggingexperiment.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/simpsons-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bloggingexperiment.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/simpsons-cast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People choose out of their own fallibility. Sometimes choice is a curse. I see many people making one of two choices. They are too picky… and they’re often falling for men who aren’t right for them anyway. Or they are not picky enough and settle on men who aren’t right for them anyway. In either case, their right to choose isn’t working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a fan of arranged marriages, the practical application in this day and age is to let your community into your decision of who you will date and marry. If the majority of your friends express some sort of concern about the person you’re dating, it’s a red flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents may not always be a good idea since as young adults our values may be taking a rapid departure from that of the parents. Some parents also evaluate future mates based on what looks good on paper and not on the character of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, my roommates and I sometimes discussed whether or not we would be in the wedding or even attend the wedding of a friend if we didn’t agree with their chosen spouse. The bottom line of those conversations were, should you be a friend by protesting or should you be a friend by supporting? Which one would make you the better friend? I still haven’t landed on an answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a falling out with a really close friend because of said situation. There were definitely other things going on in our friendship, but telling her I disagreed with her choice was the straw that broke the camel's back. I wasn't invited to the wedding... well, to be fair I was invited last minute. It was fairly awkward. I had another wedding to go to that weekend, so I didn't go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your community think about your significant other? When's the last time you asked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-2709747431657346000?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2709747431657346000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=2709747431657346000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2709747431657346000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/2709747431657346000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/choice-is-overrated-part-ii.html' title='Choice is overrated (Part II)'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8261524861872085025</id><published>2008-02-16T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:13:21.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice is overrated (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/b/b1/200px-The_Simpsons_5F04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/b/b1/200px-The_Simpsons_5F04.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to tell people I was a fan of arranged marriages, but Bryan told me I needed to stop since I was misleading them into thinking I was trapped in the Dark Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture values and even champions the idea of marrying for love, finding Mr./Mrs. Right, and not being forced into unions with strangers. Arranged marriages are oppressive because it pushes people into loveless, cruel marriages. Where has the priority of choice gotten us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics reveal that we are very bad at choosing. More than half of all marriages in the US end in divorce. Men and women still choose into marriages with physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive people regardless of warning signs. They are in denial over the person they want to marry because they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; each other. It’s obvious to everyone that they’re wrong for each other… except the two lovebirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great romances end in tragedy. Romeo and Juliet. Anthony and Cleopatra. Happily ever after is truly a fairytale. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; doesn’t get you very far. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m committed to you&lt;/span&gt; does. Add love to it and one is truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial attraction/connection often begins with something like, wow, you’re also from Nebraska… you also like dark chocolate… this is amazing! What’s especially unfortunate is people who get into relationships because the other person likes them. It says a lot about how much they like themselves. It’s not much on which to build a relationship. By then emotional ties have already been forged, and for one reason or another they move forward despite all red flags. Worse yet, they stay in stalemate until marriage becomes the default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged marriages take away from the idea of a soul mate, and it removes the pressure of needing to find the connection.  They also reinforce the idea of commitment being the factor that keeps people married, and not loving feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings change. Imagine feeling loving towards someone who does not share your passion for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(insert obsessive hobby)&lt;/span&gt;. What about loving feelings towards someone who doesn’t mind getting into bed with you without showering after a workout. Maybe this person has a hard time with showing love in your love language, with anger, with being critical, with selfishness. Maybe this person is insecure!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the love feelings fade, I hope commitment will keep it going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8261524861872085025?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8261524861872085025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8261524861872085025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8261524861872085025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8261524861872085025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/choice-is-overrated-part-i.html' title='Choice is overrated (Part I)'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-7735250893092322216</id><published>2008-02-13T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:18:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my men manly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/insideout/east/series9/images/week_four/snowboarder203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/insideout/east/series9/images/week_four/snowboarder203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do I see so many women treat men as their furry, cute pets to take home, to take care of, and to train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago a few men I knew wanted to hop on the knitting trend. My respect for them dropped even as they boasted that they were getting in touch with their feminine side. I'm not sure knitting really achieves that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some men actually believe they are winning brownie points with women when they show their "sensitive" side. The reality is though, you're making yourself into the sidekick friend who will stay just that... a friend. If the men want to stay just friends, that's fine with me. If you're interested in having a girlfriend that may become a future spouse however, cease and desist all such behavior. Just say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I entered a fellowship party that seemed pretty happening when I arrived. Some women said, "Peggy! Look at the guys' nails!" Sure enough, some of the men had allowed themselves to get their nails painted. Some had cute designs, some had multi-colored nails. The ladies had fun doing this, but it reminds me of trying to get my dog to roll over. As the men showed me their nails, they seemed really proud of themselves as if they had pleased their master. The looks on their faces said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look what I was able to do&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask the ladies whether or not they imagine their future boyfriend or husbands having painted nails, the answer would be decidedly no. I don't know of any woman who dreams of their future marriage and imagines themselves sitting side by side with their husbands... knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan loves the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears of the Sun&lt;/span&gt; with Bruce Willis. Once I came home to him watching it and he warned me that the best part was coming up. As I anticipated the "best" part, I enjoyed a 5 minute scene that involved everything being blown up. I looked over to Bryan and his face was filled with excitement as he exclaimed, "Yes! Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never understand the thrill of watching things being blown up. I can't understand why men are fascinated with UFC. I may be compelled to "tame" my husband and make an argument about how violence is bad. But experience has taught me to accept that this is in his DNA and to sit with him as he is enthralled by loud explosions. I don't believe it's my responsibility to domesticate the men in my life. I am still learning when to let it go. Every time Bryan goes skiing I know in the back of my mind he's jumping off of 20 foot cliffs. But I know better than to prevent him from doing it and I trust that he knows how much risk he can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month in InterVarsity we're examining what God makes of gender. Here is my shameless plug for you to come to large group! After a talk about women and a talk about men, I will be tackling what it means for each individual to be fully feminine/masculine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to readers: I think it's perfectly okay for men to be artistic and to take interest in creative projects... even knitting if they want. This post is meant for those who engage in such activities at the bequest of their women friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-7735250893092322216?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7735250893092322216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=7735250893092322216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7735250893092322216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/7735250893092322216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-my-men-manly.html' title='I want my men manly'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-4877898177992392829</id><published>2008-02-07T09:06:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:46:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has permanent residence in your head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ivpress.com/img/book/3613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.ivpress.com/img/book/3613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been reading a new series by Don Everts. Short, to the point, entertaining, and compelling, Everts has personified the ideas living in his head and explains the way in which he thinks. The converse, they fight, they try to work it out. I'm a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you thought through why you believed something? Working with college students, I often hear opinions being firmly expressed. It's astonishing to me how people can strongly assert their belief is the "right" one. In seminary, some of my favorite professors were those who had landed on a belief but were humble enough to admit they could be wrong. Really humble... not the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I could be wrong but I actually think you're the one that's very wrong &lt;/span&gt;kind of humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to be adaptable and flexible with one's beliefs while being grounded at the same time is a difficult endeavor. When I encounter someone who is rather resolute or even militant about a belief, I tend to think they have a pretty shaky foundation. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; for someone else to agree with one's beliefs indicates a lack of confidence in that belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our postmodern culture, most of our beliefs come from our experiences. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I experienced pre-marital sex as enjoyable, therefore it is fine/okay/good&lt;/span&gt;. The problem with basing our beliefs on experiences is that two people can share the same experience but come away with very different interpretations. Give the experience some time and the interpretation can and will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex for the first time can be amazing for the guy... and it probably is since it's not so complicated for men to enjoy sex. First time sex for a woman however, is most likely disappointing if not absolutely traumatic. But she won't tell the guy since she doesn't want to hurt the feelings of the guy she loves. Or she doesn't know what good sex is until much later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, my first time really was a D+&lt;/span&gt;. How do I know? Plenty of girl talk and personal experience. So... pretty much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; experience has taught me that pre-marital sex is pretty lame. Who's "right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begins a series of posts about the nature of ideas/beliefs... how we come to form them, how they change, and how to know you've formed them with true critical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self: Post in the future about the ridiculous notion that having sex is the way to show you love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to readers: If you want to know more about women and their views on sex, see When Harry Met Sally for the infamous orgasm scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-4877898177992392829?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4877898177992392829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=4877898177992392829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4877898177992392829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/4877898177992392829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-your-ideas-come-from.html' title='Who has permanent residence in your head?'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-8374290336181373259</id><published>2008-01-30T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:12:07.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing nerdy back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.kohls.com.edgesuite.net/is/image/kohls/323191?wid=230&amp;amp;hei=230&amp;amp;op_sharpen=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.kohls.com.edgesuite.net/is/image/kohls/323191?wid=230&amp;amp;hei=230&amp;amp;op_sharpen=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliens in America&lt;/span&gt; on the CW, I recommend checking it out. Filled with hysterical and awkward teen moments along with witty social commentary, it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; set in high school. Starring Justin Tolchuk aka posterchild for uncool and his foreign exchange student friend Raja from Pakistan. Justin's mom is relentless in her quest to make him one of the cool kids and dresses him in skinny jeans and a tshirt that says "Computers Rock!" Justin however, tells her that the kids at school will only believe that he thinks computers really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; rock. In other words, he really couldn't pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy really is subjective, and it depends so much on the individual. We've heard Hollywood stars proclaim how nerdy they were in high school only to find out that they were voted "Best Smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a group of us decided that everybody is at least nerdy, dorky, geeky, or some combination of the three. Nerdy and dorky aren't so bad... it's geeky you want to stay away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan disagrees with me. About two years ago I made it my personal mission to get Bryan to embrace his inner nerd. I'm still at it. I told Bryan that I thought he was 70% nerd and he protested most violently. I figured the PHD in Chemical Engineering qualified him for at least 50% nerd. We had seen some high school robotics competition on the news and the contestants being interviewed were wearing capes, qualifying them as 100% something. Bryan couldn't believe that he was only 30% from wearing a cape! I think the 3 categories can help clarify the situation. The cape wearing folks are 70% geeky and 30% nerdy. Bryan is 70% nerdy, 20% dorky, and perhaps 10% geeky. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think I'm 55% nerdy, 40% dorky, 5% geeky. I'm a big nerd about a lot of things. I'm a self-proclaimed word nerd and there's a closeted computer nerd lurking around too. And of course, I'm a dork like all people can be dorks. I can be awkward and act in ways that cause others to look at me funny. I jump around when others are quiet. I am incredibly clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cop to the 5% geek but I don't deny that perhaps there's more geek than I would dare profess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-8374290336181373259?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8374290336181373259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=8374290336181373259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8374290336181373259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/8374290336181373259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/01/bringing-nerdy-back.html' title='Bringing nerdy back'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-9111429495859516611</id><published>2008-01-21T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:35:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dogsindepth.com/sporting_dog_breeds/images/golden_retriever_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dogsindepth.com/sporting_dog_breeds/images/golden_retriever_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have already read my first post, you may notice the subject I tackled is a departure from the usual frivolous, silly musings from livejournal. For as long as I've been blogging, a pet peeve of mine was the amount of word vomit on others' blogs. Ranting, raving, un-edited ideas spewed on the screen. I learned to skim through those posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked to tackle meaty, controversial topics because I was afraid that I would be misunderstood. Many blog ideas fell by the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of years, I have realized that I'm a people pleaser. Not your run-of-the-mill "as you wish" people pleaser, but a people pleaser nonetheless. I can't stand it if people don't like me or are offended by something I've said or done. I make every effort to fix the relationship, backing down and becoming pleasant to re-establish the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has held me back from being bold and has reduced me to another "nice" person. I don't have a bucket list, but there are a few things I feel I would love to do if it weren't for this inconvenient habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that part of becoming more like Jesus is becoming misunderstood and disliked. You read about it throughout the gospels. At times Jesus was extremely popular but he was attacked and villified many other times. And he didn't care as long as he knew he was doing what the Father wanted of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new blog is my attempt to put my musings out there for others to scrutinize, to disagree with, to judge, to misunderstand. Yet it will be my creative outlet for what I consider interesting, perhaps insignificant ideas working itself out in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-9111429495859516611?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/9111429495859516611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=9111429495859516611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/9111429495859516611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/9111429495859516611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-changes.html' title='New year, new changes'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409645859590798111.post-910492589294771175</id><published>2008-01-17T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:36:00.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irreverent'/><title type='text'>Is God Pro-Choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.strw.leidenuniv.nl/%7Eruvisser/nmo/images/foggy_forest_1_448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.strw.leidenuniv.nl/%7Eruvisser/nmo/images/foggy_forest_1_448.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, being a Christian meant that you were pro-life. God wouldn't want us to kill anybody, much less babies. It violates one of the ten commandments. Life however, is not as black and white as it used to be. And growing in this thing called "critical thinking" makes it all rather inconvenient at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the argument between pro-choice and pro-life rather moot because they're not even arguing about the same thing. Intense emotions aside, I think maybe they might even agree on certain points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of pro-life isn't pro-choice and vice versa. The opposite of pro-life is pro-death. If you ask the pro-choice camp whether or not they were pro-death, I'm guessing they would say no. They're concerned about the right for a woman to decide what course of action to take. Pro-lifers may say that in this case it shouldn't be a choice, but I'm guessing these pro-life folks are probably big into choice in other areas of their lives. After all, a big part of the contingency are right wing Christians, and don't Christians believe in free will? Don't we believe that God gave us the ability to choose between good and bad, and then deal with the consequences of those choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't imagine that pro-choicers think that having an abortion is a great decision. Go ahead, have irresponsible sex, have an abortion. For them it may be trying to help people make the best choice based on given circumstances. I wish every decision to have an abortion could be educated and well thought out. However, that is neither the case for many human decisions nor can the educators be completely neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say that I'm misrepresenting the idea of free will. Maybe I am, but what I'm most concerned with is how God can enter into people's brokenness. I'm under the theological belief that the unborn babies go to heaven immediately, and I think that's a great place to be. Sometimes I long for heaven. In my longings, I want to be there already rather than deal with all the events that make feel like I'm "growing up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God takes care of the babies. What we're left with are women who can't ever forget their decision and are deeply wounded because of it. Those who say they aren't are in denial and they would deny my assertion. In an abortion situation, my concern is not for the babies but for the women. It saddens me that they are the ones the pro-lifers end up attacking and alienating. Making someone feel worse about a difficult decision seems so far from the compassion that Jesus teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know where I land on the pro-choice/pro-life debate. I guess you who are reading are along for the ride. I can see where my thought process may be taking me, and even I feel somewhat heretical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409645859590798111-910492589294771175?l=apegpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/feeds/910492589294771175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409645859590798111&amp;postID=910492589294771175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/910492589294771175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409645859590798111/posts/default/910492589294771175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apegpie.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-god-pro-choice.html' title='Is God Pro-Choice?'/><author><name>Peggy E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075614768396679516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mRvzuZwRco/SPO4sMFC8NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yX2LKeo6st4/S220/Erma.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
