I can't believe my eyes!

I've been trying to think of a blog for a few weeks now. I'm on my way to my parents' house from school, about 40 minutes out of town, and I thought of one. And considering that I have to write it down:
a) before my battery dies
b) before I realize it's stupid
c) before the McDonald's workers realize that someone is sitting in their parking lot, jacking their wifi.
I'm going to do it now.

In light of all the crazy things going on right now, with wedding and life and school and such, I decided to take a mental health morning. So, I sat on my couch in my pajamas, watched TV, and played on the computer for about 2 hours. Just 2 hours of whatever.

Don't ask me how it happened, but I ended up watching old youtube videos of the Maury show. Yeah, I ventured THAT far. If you've never watched the Maury show, just go to Walmart in sweatpants at 3 am, sit on a bench, and squeeze your head really hard for an hour. Oh, and every once in a while, yell "you're not the father!"

The videos in particular that I was watching was of a 15 year old named Victoria, who was made pretty popular by that show. She was bound and determined to have a baby, having unprotected sex hundreds of times with dozens of different men. Yeeeeah.

Anyway, I just got to thinking about 15 year olds that think that they want kids right then. I thought about why there are some crazy girls who CHOOSE to get pregnant before they even have their driver's license. It's sad. Most of them just want the love that they think a child can give them. Its just really sad.

But then I got to thinking, "Why is a 15 year old getting pregnant so crazy? There are cultures where that is practically the norm. Wasn't Mary around that age when she was pregnant with Jesus?" Before you go screaming at me about the horrors of teen pregnancy, chill, that's not what I'm talking about here. The thought of a 15 year old having a baby is about as wonderful as me covering myself in roaches and running down Interstate-20, in my not-so-humble opinion.

But what would the Maury show look like in another culture? What would those episodes be called, instead of "I don't think my husband's the father" or "I'm in the 9th grade and I want to have a baby!"

"My daughter wants to wear jeans!"
"I want to be monogamous!"
"My son wants to marry from another tribe!"
"I don't believe in spirits!"
"My daughter wants to wait until she's 25 to have children!"
"I want to marry for love!"
"My son is happy with his wife's terrible dowry!"
"My daughter won't abort her unborn daughter to have a boy!"

What would that audience look like? Would they scream obscenities like on the Maury show? Who would they side with? What would happen if we believed it all?

The only culture we should be following is the one we're called to follow, God's. Anything else is worldly garbage, just like the Maury show.

I love you just the way you are.

Hey y'all. I know, it's been a while. I kind of got to the point where I didn't want to post because I didn't want to remind everyone that I hadn't been posting and had been somewhat of a disappointment. I promise I have a semi-reasonable excuse for my absence, but I cannot promise that I'm going to be posting more than once on this lovely February. We have officially started the wedding invitations, and they are leading me to becoming a "Bald is Beautiful Bride" because I'm about to pull ALL my hair out. The only thing that has stopped me is knowing that the Chavo probably wouldn't love me if I lost my red hair... Just kidding... I hope.

I've typed two blogs and hated them both. I'll come back when I think of something something semi-reasonable to post.

Mucho love-o!