The Musings of Mireya Browning

Hitler gives a stunning performance on his feelings about Blu-ray. I love the crying ladies in the hallway.

Hitler knows Blu-ray has won.

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What would you do with 24 hours? For those of you single folks this may seem trivial. But to the married parent, any time to yourself feels selfish.

If I had 24 hours to spend on anything. And I wasn’t allowed to feel guilty about what I spent it on. I would clean my house while listening to Dr. Laura. Go for a walk. Have afternoon tea at the Pomeroy. Start reading Crime and Punishment in the afternoon. Go for another walk then meet my husband and baby for dinner at the Benson. And while I was there, I would stay the night in their suite. But not by myself. I’ve heard of mothers doing that. On special occasions moms will stay the night at a hotel without their husbands and children just to relax by themselves. But I don’t think I could do that. I would miss them too much. Besides I think I would have more fun with them that without them.

What would you do with 24 hours?

We’ve had rain for weeks. Not that I’m complaining, its the price we pay for green landscapes. But today we enjoyed the great warm orb in the sky.

The in-laws came over for breakfast. Then we took our little girl to the park and Dan made lunch. Mmm top ramen.

The weather was so nice. Dan brought the video camera. We had fun sliding and climbing. There was a pond next to the playground and our little girl was eager to explore it. We saw a frog and quickly returned to the park. But Dan stayed behind and filmed it.

I’ll think we will head out again after a nap. Maybe we’ll pick up some Chinese food on the way home. Seres and a movie will make a perfect end to our day.

His name was Kenneth. He had blond hair and bright blue eyes. This guy made me giddy. And every time he looked into my eyes I was breathless. When he held my hand, time stood still. He was buff, witty, intelligent. However one very important thing was missing. We didn’t have the same convictions.

This is where girls can get it all wrong. They fall in love and chose men with superficial qualities. You can’t build a relationship on feelings, or looks or even happiness. You can’t raise a family on, “he makes me feel good.” Happiness is an attitude. Love isn’t a feeling, it’s a choice. When the rubber meets the road, what kind of father will they be to your children? What kind of man will he be when things in life get challenging? And they do. Is he a man that might fib a little on his taxes? Cheat his boss by not being a productive employee?

Or does he have character and integrity? Is he a protector of women? An honorable man? Does he protect and provide for his family? Because that’s what real men do. Real men love their families and do whats right even when it isn’t easy or convenient. Real men sacrifice. They lead their families as priests of the home. They lead and live by God’s word.

Ladies, do yourselves a favor. Choose wisely. Your children will thank you. Don’t settle for second best. Or choose out of desperation. I hate hearing women complain about men not respecting them. Why should they, when women don’t respect themselves. Women can be so blind in denial. I guess its easy for women to be delusional when they tend to make decisions based on emotions instead of their head. I hate, hate it when women have these wacky fantasies about love. A marriage needs more than love to work. Ladies, use common sense. But, if you’d rather use fluffy feelings as your compass please, please don’t bring babies into the situation. Don’t bring a human life into your mess. If you are going to do whatever you “feel” like, get your tubes tied first.

I don’t buy media propaganda. I don’t entertain it, I don’t even make fun of it. Because the news is just that; a business. I like President Bush. I pray for him. I don’t agree with everything he has done but I respect that he honors the Lord.

I will be voting for the candidate that will uphold the issues that I believe in. In health care, taxes, the sanctity of life and marriage, Israel, immigration and 2nd amendment rights.

I understand that for believers heaven is our home. We know our eternal future and the future we know in scripture. I ‘m going to seriously pray and seek God for the leader that will hold so much responsibility for our future. I have to trust that who ever is elected as our nations President, no matter what happens in our nations in the next 5 years, God is still on the throne.

Proverbs 21:1 “The king’s heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will.”

1 peter 2:13 “Submit yourselves to every ordinance of man for the Lord’s sake: whether it be to the king, as supreme;”

We purchased our current Broyhill plaid sofa at a garage sale for 20 bucks… and we paid too much.

Currently we are sofa shopping. I’ve mentioned my new en devour to a few friends and family and I’ve received all kinds of advice.

Most people suggested sofas with dark fabrics to cleverly hide stains and such.

But I live by a different philosophy. I like to see the mess/stain/dirt. I like to see it so I can clean it.

Masking dirt may seem like a good idea but its disgusting if you really think about it. Spiritually, God doesn’t want us to hide our stains and smells that we acquire in life but to expose them to him, so he can clean them up. In the same way I like being able to see the stain/mess so I can clean it up. I don’t want to sit on a camouflaged food stain. Gross. It will smell and feel gross. Or better yet, avoid making a mess at all.

Call me a germa-phobe if you will but we don’t wear shoes in our house. I don’t like to walk on a germy floor. Have you thought about were your shoes have been in public? Imagine wal-mart bathrooms. And then you wear the same shoes inside your home. Your home. The same place that you kidlets play on. The same place to walk on then go to bed. You take those wal-mart bathroom germs to bed with you. Yes, it may sound extreme of me. But I’m comfortable in my skin.

I understand that most people don’t weekly disinfect their floors. This is plainly my philosophy. My personal preference, my passion. I don’t hold this to anyone else. By no means do I judge someone else who doesn’t do as I do. Thats ridiculous. I would hate to make anyone feel bad. Cleaning preferences are vary and personal and to each their own. This is just my personal preference. I am grateful and gracious to enter into someone home.

A clean home feels good. It smells good. It smells like nothing, like clean. I’m gonna go clean my kitchen.