tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262095732024-03-12T20:13:07.952-07:00Not the Best Friend...the Leading Lady.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-15575367225482885452010-02-28T15:59:00.000-08:002010-02-28T16:00:42.252-08:00It's done.I'm now officially a tumblr bandwagoner. :)<br /><br />Follow me: Robindayle.tumblr.com.<br /><br />Good-bye blogger.com....it was a fun 4 years.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-90529678242373674132010-02-02T16:08:00.000-08:002010-02-02T16:10:08.239-08:00Tumble BumbleI'm thinking of leaving blogger and switching to tumblr. <br /><br />Everyone and their mom has started tumbling, and I'm thinking I like the graphics/layouts much better. <br /><br />Thoughts? <br /><br /><br />....<br /><br /><br />This may get me excited about blogging again too. Something needs to. I blogged a ton when I had no time to do it, and now I have all the time in the world and never blog. Lame.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-88963907225471735542009-12-07T14:41:00.000-08:002009-12-07T14:51:12.119-08:00Matt Chandler on how I learned morality, not the Gospel.For some reason, blogger won't let me upload this video, so here's the link. <br />Go to it and enjoy, I promise you won't be disappointed. <br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzTm3W2Ai7sRobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-19432457583037595882009-11-30T22:45:00.000-08:002009-11-30T22:49:06.521-08:00Thanks, D.This was created and posted on the blog of one of my fellow small-groupers...and it resonates deeply with me. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguyYGdFKzlrSnS5NZBphw7GE4gWdXeRR9tzSPdu-myWF_fwfbBDpaB__WzLybYwTNtv0gAfbgBfsc_RPz802gIS2JonIdBJvtbxoqLhxeGXzuC4XoI6001hTRUn9ALCgkeHGg/s1600/tumblr_ktyfr44TZr1qzuiako1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguyYGdFKzlrSnS5NZBphw7GE4gWdXeRR9tzSPdu-myWF_fwfbBDpaB__WzLybYwTNtv0gAfbgBfsc_RPz802gIS2JonIdBJvtbxoqLhxeGXzuC4XoI6001hTRUn9ALCgkeHGg/s400/tumblr_ktyfr44TZr1qzuiako1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410156018052055090" /></a><br /><br /><br />Lord, teach me to let YOU define my worth, not numbers. Let me find my contentment, comfort, self-worth, and beauty in You alone.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-83512637019814308882009-11-28T17:22:00.000-08:002009-11-28T17:23:45.651-08:00It's just been one of those days.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrsCfjOm7yoSmC5u0aYtE-1ng0-LLv4FfPhCMKME_wqobK_AccawQGh-OW3z2BPh0VY9u76FQhdzar6MnxGCdgl138TbitXsYcoIs3UE-QT6m03VXWtbpmBHyeE5BOsQRNlV9/s1600/Photo+117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrsCfjOm7yoSmC5u0aYtE-1ng0-LLv4FfPhCMKME_wqobK_AccawQGh-OW3z2BPh0VY9u76FQhdzar6MnxGCdgl138TbitXsYcoIs3UE-QT6m03VXWtbpmBHyeE5BOsQRNlV9/s400/Photo+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409330126445720386" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sometimes, being a grown-up sucks.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-18689379981918486172009-11-11T12:52:00.000-08:002009-11-11T13:03:49.953-08:00Maybe I will...?The more articles I read about the food/farm processing business, the more I want to give up all forms of meat. Over 2 years ago, I gave up eating red meat because it contributes to my already genetically-inherited high cholesterol. It wasn't, and hasn't been, difficult whatsoever. I still currently eat chicken and turkey (the assumed 'healthier' meat). I have always toyed with the idea of giving up all meat, and am slowly being convinced I should.<br /><br />Before I continue, don't confuse me with those silly "animals have souls and are equal to humans" animal lovers...I am not. In fact, those of you who know me know that I've grown into a person who doesn't really care for animals all that much. However, I cannot get past all of the research that has been coming out about the filthiness of our farms (where America's food is being raised!) For example, one statistic that I read said that Americans consume 3 billion pounds of antibiotics a year, yet our livestock consumes almost 18 billion pounds per year! That is what we are eating! Animals who are sick, therefore pumped full of medicines and steroids and growth-hormones. Oh, and speaking of that, growth hormones in livestock is considered the #1 contributor to young girls beginning puberty as young as 7 or 8 years old!<br /><br />There are a ton more facts that I could go into, but when I think about it, it kind of just grosses me out. So, I'm deciding whether or not I'm gonna go vegetarian. I do love me a good turkey sandwich, but there's got to be yummy/healthier alternatives, right? (If you know of any, let me know!)RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-28945137115865040482009-11-06T23:20:00.000-08:002009-11-06T23:30:51.865-08:00Angels and TurtlesI don't like Halloween, but I dressed up anyway. :)<br />My friend Shelly and I wanted, so very badly, to dress up as Batman and Robin (cute, right?), but every female Batman and Robin outfit we found was quite scandalous (and REALLY small...who fits in these things?!?)<br />So, with time running short, we found some cute wings and decided to be a light and dark angels. <br />Both of our boyfriends and their 2 other roommates decided to be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I think they did a wonderful job creating their costumes! <br />All in all, we party-hopped 2 different parties, and it ended up being a really fun night. Although I realized that evening that I just don't stay up til 3:30 a.m. all that well anymore... :/<br />Haha....enjoy the pictures! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHl5WyfKp9k2y7p2EIufQZdTOrWMIffAkad7UYBqTfabsqhRlK6GG41Gv-wlpI8xE_WOvPMI8CPV5pmL5qjFgHIJpoWRCjXn6aGNXQGDZie7OkmLr5d56va8tax5gZHoMM9yj3/s1600-h/16045_514442791751_139000031_30572538_1713284_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHl5WyfKp9k2y7p2EIufQZdTOrWMIffAkad7UYBqTfabsqhRlK6GG41Gv-wlpI8xE_WOvPMI8CPV5pmL5qjFgHIJpoWRCjXn6aGNXQGDZie7OkmLr5d56va8tax5gZHoMM9yj3/s400/16045_514442791751_139000031_30572538_1713284_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401260066728255362" /></a><br /><br />Ruben and I. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcjGf2qJ636ewmCn36dHXQRTMUn9TOrnTrxC-8uKtkF9qIBrWeYJPj_F8zKvWdfVZlGD61980yoX4zmEyyyXoqZO6SYtbIj6Sp_FWEWeDomrzzmPFVYe9jakq7SKOUZODZpEU/s1600-h/DSCN1101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcjGf2qJ636ewmCn36dHXQRTMUn9TOrnTrxC-8uKtkF9qIBrWeYJPj_F8zKvWdfVZlGD61980yoX4zmEyyyXoqZO6SYtbIj6Sp_FWEWeDomrzzmPFVYe9jakq7SKOUZODZpEU/s400/DSCN1101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401260062206304178" /></a><br /><br />Cheesy couple picture with our turtles, Jesse (Leonardo), and Ruben (Michelangelo). :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPhg_Pk_sgrNrYctxXJ0hyQFvAg_KYs7m_aKBQyoWvKdCPXMUv6RanXoomuwYKEp5SKIoLlwhlBWt0YIghHsUaxyx-Wg-080IIwiIJMjLkYGYaPqGyNv-_MqZR-aKKl1YeAIw/s1600-h/DSCN1092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPhg_Pk_sgrNrYctxXJ0hyQFvAg_KYs7m_aKBQyoWvKdCPXMUv6RanXoomuwYKEp5SKIoLlwhlBWt0YIghHsUaxyx-Wg-080IIwiIJMjLkYGYaPqGyNv-_MqZR-aKKl1YeAIw/s400/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401260050545759394" /></a><br /><br />Shelly and I, as dark and light angels.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-1910166722763731452009-10-22T15:26:00.000-07:002009-10-22T15:28:08.663-07:00These 3 are my heart.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7wUO0LFAW2mUedYVkIK-j_4xcJaIJDDJGg9S_K0HswzjNPsSXSWR_aytfDazvZ-7aLBoKKcmWNucZdrEH6CPgZgoOnad8UPSGcCjg_1UPkkrf_JxWCtW9Lfl6X779oYTGRSV/s1600-h/September+09+027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7wUO0LFAW2mUedYVkIK-j_4xcJaIJDDJGg9S_K0HswzjNPsSXSWR_aytfDazvZ-7aLBoKKcmWNucZdrEH6CPgZgoOnad8UPSGcCjg_1UPkkrf_JxWCtW9Lfl6X779oYTGRSV/s400/September+09+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395554715715223090" /></a>RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-22870575366032269932009-10-07T13:29:00.000-07:002009-10-07T13:30:06.558-07:00DesperateYou know you're desperate when you apply to be a teacher in Hemet. <br /><br />...RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-78300013149867254532009-10-05T14:34:00.000-07:002009-10-05T14:36:27.604-07:00RealI'm frustrated I'm not teaching this year. <br /><br />Really, really mad and frustrated. Confused. Unfair. Sad. Angry.<br /><br /><br /><br />...RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-67353221036567273952009-10-03T14:01:00.000-07:002009-10-03T14:15:10.817-07:00This past week... (stolen from Kimmy)WHAT I’M READING: Crazy Love by Francis Chan with my small group. We are being so very challenged. <br />Stick Figure: A Diary of My Former Self by Lori Gottlieb...I finished it in a day. <br />The Poison-wood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver...because it's relatively famous and I hadn't read it yet. :)<br /><br /><br />WHAT I’M WATCHING: Felicity (always), The Office, The Biggest Loser (I still cry every episode), So You Think You Can Dance (wednesday night date-night with Kinsley)<br /><br />WHAT I’M LISTENING TO: The new Colbie Caillat album: Breakthrough....she is soso good. <br /><br />WHAT I’M WEARING: skinny jeans...yep, I finally gave in to this particular trend. They are slowly growing on me. Sweats..yay for comfy clothes weather. <br /><br />WHAT I’M EATING: Just finished an AMAZING turkey melt from Subs and Spuds...I love hole-in-the-wall places near my apartment. <br />Oh, and I'm down to 1 Starbucks coffee a week...how amazing is that?! It's been tough...<br /><br />WHAT I’M ENJOYING: A new relationship. :) My roommates. My small group. Running. Reading. Candles. Fruit. Going to the movies. Learning.<br /><br />WHAT I’M SNIFFING: The different spicy candles in my apartment. <br /><br />Hope this finds you all doing well. :)RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-44707758883575759862009-09-18T22:29:00.000-07:002009-09-18T22:41:24.735-07:0012.5Roughly 12.5 months ago I returned from Rwanda, Africa. <br /><br /><br />I didn't go overseas this past summer...and I'm so so itchy to go. Where? Doesn't matter. Anywhere. I miss it. I miss children's faces that light up when I talk to them in a language they don't understand. I miss them slipping their tiny hands into mine. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65tZD_EcCxx2VHU-75UWiYTieJ6cTUGDc2HdVtN9NoiplKbGUaUP76ocmEWrUv0xoqECHpqA2tzGgUad1CxcbP2nlYttuXgeHqlkWwl9VAO89fDFdUzcUhMNcvkchMJ2-shKg/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65tZD_EcCxx2VHU-75UWiYTieJ6cTUGDc2HdVtN9NoiplKbGUaUP76ocmEWrUv0xoqECHpqA2tzGgUad1CxcbP2nlYttuXgeHqlkWwl9VAO89fDFdUzcUhMNcvkchMJ2-shKg/s400/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383048113834396706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lRHQBKlGVw_WMYoE1jZ7_7_QuhBfStwFDHU8d6bVoHhPwd93lDmpu2iSvQv13PWjOgeA9sFo4l7d6tasoG98KV8riv_qDC0O1OusI_QLwybve-g809KGva2TyTi0N-dRPta5/s1600-h/DSCN0252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lRHQBKlGVw_WMYoE1jZ7_7_QuhBfStwFDHU8d6bVoHhPwd93lDmpu2iSvQv13PWjOgeA9sFo4l7d6tasoG98KV8riv_qDC0O1OusI_QLwybve-g809KGva2TyTi0N-dRPta5/s400/DSCN0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383048100453965090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDV6gtFunMIE7fZ9y-d59OM3iKC9jRdVEXdkaCJjL2hsXJkBOL4WzgIlLVCyc1zCF7eKJKcUV-2b8WG7gKvjrD6L3XW8gFdG8D3Kw8YAm18XvI9bQPMPts8wECV4zGr463hyphenhyphenE/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDV6gtFunMIE7fZ9y-d59OM3iKC9jRdVEXdkaCJjL2hsXJkBOL4WzgIlLVCyc1zCF7eKJKcUV-2b8WG7gKvjrD6L3XW8gFdG8D3Kw8YAm18XvI9bQPMPts8wECV4zGr463hyphenhyphenE/s400/DSCN0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383048094061446194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbf0_lLO6K9huf6n4c9-SUWNRA8xhZSgSa3LtwOcNUasujfaYRph30PEKOJh8vrUDaxwBXUbz3MLp_YdYdhMXwfEbNf3b3E8fL27fP2WPutcg3OVp89LxzsCulic0nVY4jZGI/s1600-h/DSCN0245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbf0_lLO6K9huf6n4c9-SUWNRA8xhZSgSa3LtwOcNUasujfaYRph30PEKOJh8vrUDaxwBXUbz3MLp_YdYdhMXwfEbNf3b3E8fL27fP2WPutcg3OVp89LxzsCulic0nVY4jZGI/s400/DSCN0245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383048082700996674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwcGRuozX1GVodPiLNY17R2bqJafuFyseJxh6tnYTIYHSixO1k4mQpOdHyu37m4WMao_klUJi3VGtKBk9f2nVHQKgmH_kgJJa-tVDXsJE3sl1UYozFv5IOu6o9n2QDBVWZ7yd/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwcGRuozX1GVodPiLNY17R2bqJafuFyseJxh6tnYTIYHSixO1k4mQpOdHyu37m4WMao_klUJi3VGtKBk9f2nVHQKgmH_kgJJa-tVDXsJE3sl1UYozFv5IOu6o9n2QDBVWZ7yd/s400/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383048071683651122" /></a><br /><br /><br />Consequently, those pictures are roughly 12.5 pounds ago as well. :/ I need to jump back on the fitness train.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-47505237514277663182009-07-31T14:25:00.000-07:002009-07-31T14:27:39.749-07:00Oh Francis Chan...Just started reading "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan these past couple weeks with my small group...and it's kicking my butt already. <br /><br />Good. I've needed a good God-centered butt-kicking for awhile. <br /><br />One of the many quotes that has, so far, slapped me in the face:<br /><br />"The goal of American Christianity is often a nice marriage, children that don’t swear, and good church attendance. Taking the words of Christ literally and seriously is rarely considered. Most of us want a balanced life that we can control, that is safe, and that does not involve suffering."<br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br />Wow. Did he write this book for me?RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-63578419525003329342009-07-22T21:18:00.000-07:002009-07-22T21:23:35.183-07:00Surviving the church as a single adult...So there's this website I'm pretty fond of...it's www.stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com, and it's pretty hilarious. <br />Mostly it's hilarious because it's so full of truth. <br />This is one of his (the author, Jon) best entries to date...and I resound with almost everything it says; and I'm only 24. <br />Thanks church... :-)<br />Without further ado....I give you Stuff Christians Like: #550 Surviving Church as a Single. Enjoy. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Surviving Church as a Single</span><br />by Prodigal Jon<br /><br /><br />Single adults, I have failed you.<br /><br /><br />Although I’ve written a handful of ideas about being single at church, I’ve never really done that topic justice.<br /><br />So today, I created a list of all the different stereotypes and challenges singles have to navigate when they go to church. From the “get married right this second” friends to the “this guy has a pulse and so do you so maybe that’s enough in common to fall in love” friends, it’s all here.<br /><br />And I can’t take credit for it. I read your comments about real things that have happened to you at church, got ideas from my single friends, and received a great email from a pastor named Jeff. I took it all and created a point based scorecard.<br /><br />Ready to play?<br /><br />The Surviving Church as a Single Scorecard<br /><br />1. Your church doesn't have a singles ministry. = + 1 point<br /><br />2. Your church has a singles ministry but it's combined with the college ministry which creates opportunities for conversations like this:<br />Student: "My roommate bought a microwave for our dorm room. I love being a Freshman!"<br />Single: "My 401K is underperforming." = +2 points<br /><br />3. Your church has a singles ministry but it's a triad that combines college, single adults and divorce recovery. = + 3 points<br /><br />4. Your church has a singles ministry but it's the dreaded quad, combining college, single adults, divorce recovery and retired widowers that refuse to move to Florida. = +4 points<br /><br />5. Someone pays you the world's most backhanded compliment, "I just don't understand how someone as great as you isn't married yet." = +1 point<br /><br />6. Someone told you, “If you stop looking for love you’ll find it.” 2 points for each time you’ve heard that.<br /><br />7. At church, people give you weird looks if you refuse to sit in the “singles” section of the sanctuary. = +1 point<br /><br />8. When people introduce you, they say, “This is Matt, my single friend.” = +2 points<br /><br />9. When people introduce you they feel compelled to list out your accomplishments, “This is Sally, my single friend who owns her own home, drives a luxury sedan and has a very, very stable job.” = +3 points<br /><br />10. Your friends that have been married for 15 minutes act like they suddenly don’t remember anything about dating and therefore can't give you any advice. “It’s been so long since I dated, things have changed so much. I’m just out of that whole scene.” + 2 points<br /><br />11. People are constantly volunteering you for things because, “you’re single, you’ve got so much free time.” = +1 point<br /><br />12. People at church act a little surprised when they ask you, “How are you doing?” and you respond with, “Things are great right now. I love my life!” = +1 point<br /><br />13. Married friends try to live vicariously through you, asking questions like, “What did you do this weekend? Road trip? I bet you went on some crazy cool, singles road trip, right?” = +2 points<br /><br />14. Someone you just met for the first time said a sentence like this to you, “If you want to get married, you need to ______.” = +2 points<br /><br />15. Whenever married friends call you at noon on a Saturday, they start the conversation by saying, “Did I just wake you up?” = +3 points<br /><br />16. You assume that if you don’t get engaged by final exams of your senior year in college you'll never get married. = -2 points<br /><br />17. You’ve secretly always wanted your own cat but are afraid that ownership of a single kitten will become some sort of gateway drug to becoming “the cat lady.” = - 2 points<br /><br />18. You’ve ever given an impassioned, enraged monologue on the injustice that men who are single get to age gracefully and be considered “bachelors” while women are instantly judged as “crazy cat ladies.” = – 3 points<br /><br />19. You’ve got a “don’t perpetuate the cat lady stereotype,” monologue locked and loaded at all times and have already stopped reading this post so you can put it in the comments section. = - 5 points<br /><br />20. Someone has quoted the “it’s not good for man to be alone” Bible verse to you. = +2 points.<br /><br />21. When friends invite you to their church they start the invite by listing both the quantity and hotness of the singles that go there. = +1 point<br /><br />22. That friend was named Jon Acuff and he said, “No one in Atlanta should ever involuntarily remain single with so many awesome single people at North Point Community Church.” (I've said this a lot. My bad.) = + 3 points<br /><br />23. Your married friends tip toe around you during February because they think you're too delicate to handle the completely made up holiday, Valentine’s Day. = +1 point<br /><br />24. You are too delicate to handle Valentine’s Day and have been known to describe it with a rich tapestry of words no Christian should even know exist, never mind actually say out loud. = + 1 point<br /><br />25. The person that leads the singles ministry at your church got married in 1964. = +10 points for each decade they’ve been married.<br /><br />26. Someone told you, "Maybe you need to focus on being more like a Proverbs 31 woman." = 2 points for each time it wasn't sincere encouragement.<br /><br />27. You didn't know you were supposed to be unhappy as a single adult until you went to church and found the singles ministry to be akin to a support group. = +3 points<br /><br />28. Upon hearing that you went on a first date with someone, your single friends at church stop inviting you to the single events because "you're in a relationship already." = +2 points<br /><br />29. Upon hearing that you went on two dates, your married friends at church start telling you, "I'll be praying that this is the one!" = + 3 points<br /><br />30. Your best friend of 15 years gets married and then suddenly acts like a magical gap has opened up between you and decides that until you get married too you can't be close again because you just don't understand each other anymore. = +3 points<br /><br />31. To justify giving a four week marriage sermon series to a congregation that is 60% single, the pastor throws out one blanket statement like this at the beginning of the series, "And you single people listen up to this too, this well serve you well when you get married too." = +2 points<br /><br />32. You set your alarm to "not going to church today" after the first week of the marriage sermon series. = - 2 points<br /><br />33. The only time your married friends invite you over is when they need a babysitter. = +3 points<br /><br />34. Someone throws the "Paul was never married" card on you. = +2 points<br /><br />35. Friends assume that the only qualification that matters to you when it comes to finding a date is that she's available and set you up with people you have nothing in common with. = +2 points<br /><br />36. You've ever said the rhyme, "I'm a bachelor til’ the rapture." = - 1 point<br /><br />37. During a prayer at church celebrating wedding anniversaries, the person praying says a special prayer for all the people that are still single and lonely. (True story) = +1 point<br /><br />38. You have a friend that feels like creating a dating profile on eHarmony is a sign that you might not be trusting God enough to provide a soul mate. = + 1 point<br /><br />39. You've developed highly sensitive, "They're about to throw the bouquet" radar and know exactly when to leave a wedding. = +2 points<br /><br />40. Instead of saying that you're "single" your friends describe you as "Not married yet." = +2 pointsRobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-61853503977291664602009-06-15T20:33:00.000-07:002009-06-15T20:42:00.467-07:00DreamI dreamt last night that I was teaching kindergarten at a new school somewhere...somewhere I had never seen before. <br />I was happy. <br />My co-workers were my friends, laughing the the lounge.<br />My students were adorable. <br />I was <span style="font-weight:bold;">happy</span>. <br /><br />...<br /><br />I woke up encouraged: I still desire to teach. <br />Knowing this much, at least, is a step in the right direction. <br /><br />Thank you, Lord.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-64846236975972048282009-05-29T15:23:00.000-07:002009-05-29T15:28:46.524-07:00Unknown.Today, I am disheartened. I am down. I am frustrated. <br />In 2 weeks I am done teaching...for how long? I honestly don't know. <br />This wasn't my plan, this wasn't by choice. <br />I'm sad. Confused. <br />I worked hard for 5 years...really, really hard. Harder than a lot of my friends. I was dedicated. I persevered. <br />Only to get laid off after 1 year. <br />There are no teaching jobs in California for this next year. <br />Spent my lunch hour looking up jobs in other states, other countries...<br />But I don't really want to leave, do I?<br /><br />...<br /><br />I wish I trusted God more than I do. <br /><br />I need a hug this afternoon, and a safe, soft place to cry. <br /><br />Where do You want me now, Lord? <br />...I wish I knew.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-72209849658790077792009-05-25T19:11:00.000-07:002009-05-25T19:19:41.113-07:00Peace.I've been obsessed with that word lately. <br />Not in the "I'm a hippie, would-be-woodstock-going, hug-a-tree, war-is-bad" sense of the word, but the Biblical sense of this word. <br />As a woman with serious control issues, my prayer for myself, what I seek after most often, is simply peace. I long for rest.calm.peace. <br /><br /><br />Today, at the beach, I felt it. It lasted for few precious moments, but it was there. I breathed in the smell of the ocean, and breathed out all the worries/stresses that cloud me daily. <br /><br />He is good. <br /><br />"You keep him in perfect peace<br />whose mind is stayed on you,<br />because he trusts in you." ~Isaiah 26:3<br /><br />"I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” ~John 16:33RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-65147481354273256452009-05-06T10:21:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:29:30.741-07:00Worth it? I must believe it will be.The thing about faith is, it takes just that, faith. As a Christian, having faith in Christ, faith that "no good thing will He withold from those whose walk is blameless", faith that God will keep His promises, faith that everything you do makes a difference. <br />Somedays this is tough...especially in the world we live in. Everything around us, media, friends, family, school, music, etc. wants to tell us that our faith is pointless. That the way we are living is for no reason. That God is trying to trick us out of the "fun" of here and now. It is as old as Adam and Eve. <br />So why am I so susceptible to believing it still? Believing the lies that the serpent feeds me daily? <br />I have to believe that living for His will, in His way, will be worth it. <br />I have to. <br /><br /><br />"It will be worth it all someday<br />It will be worth it to go the straight and narrow way<br />When we finally see His face<br />And feel His warm embrace<br />It will be worth it all that day<br /><br />These present troubles don't compare<br />To all the glory our God, He has prepared<br />'Cause when we finally see His face<br />And feel His strong embrace<br />It will be worth it all that day<br /><br />And I can see the angels as they celebrate and call your name<br />And I can hear the Father, with a tear in His eye,<br />As He says well done my good and faithful servant<br />Well done.<br /><br />It will be worth it all that day"<br /><br /><br /><br />Lord, I pray that I will live my life in such a way that you will look at me and say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-79848181169235686482009-05-01T23:12:00.000-07:002009-05-01T23:26:17.525-07:00DeepTomorrow is CBU's graduation..and it also marks 2 years since I've walked across the stage to receive a diploma myself. Little did I know, as a smiling, excited 21 year-old, what those two years would hold. All of the laughter, excitement, fun times....to all of the sadness, broken hearts, and tears. <br /><br />The ups and the downs. I've come to realize, since leaving, that this is what life after college is made of. High times, and low times. <br /><br />Yes, there were high times and low times throughout my college experience, but for the most part, it was a pretty easy, fun-filled, Spiritual, as well as academic, growth time in my life. <br /><br />Life is not as kind as what we affectionately refer to as the "bubble" of CBU. It's hard. Your decisions, good or bad, truly become <span style="font-style:italic;">your</span> decisions. They are not your roommate's, your professor's, your FOCUS leader's, your parent's or your friend's decisions: they are yours. This is where it got tough for me. The true test of character, integrity...yes, I could walk the walk well with all eyes watching. Who was I/am I outside of the bubble?<br /><br />This is where is has been tough. Where I have failed over, and over, and over again. Will I ever get it right?<br /><br />I am so sorry Lord. <br /><br />"When Satan tempts me to despair,<br />And tells me of the guilt within,<br />Upward I look, and see him there<br />Who made an end of all my sin.<br /><br />Because a sinless Savior died,<br />My sinful soul is counted free;<br />For God, the Just, is satisfied<br />To look on Him and pardon me."RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-86572997400871971292009-04-12T17:08:00.000-07:002009-04-12T17:10:27.526-07:00Today's favorite postsecret:Postsecret posts new secrets every Sunday...I think I'll start posting my favorite from each batch every Sunday. :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgeToPznoQ0d2ITRzphEXEkpewWYKUoFg-GYEs64ctP-n-BA_El1oZ9H_5oP8U2Foy1oOuMyKcEmOAmsie1TqpiaO-HnNkKAggu4bQoymkeQyKaTmLbwshw3R7EIyF6JMBJd0/s1600-h/chick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgeToPznoQ0d2ITRzphEXEkpewWYKUoFg-GYEs64ctP-n-BA_El1oZ9H_5oP8U2Foy1oOuMyKcEmOAmsie1TqpiaO-HnNkKAggu4bQoymkeQyKaTmLbwshw3R7EIyF6JMBJd0/s400/chick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323961567221515122" /></a>RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-29734265186194940352009-04-11T16:03:00.000-07:002009-04-11T16:07:20.379-07:00EmotionalFelicity (talking to Ben): "The truth is I can't be with you like this. I mean, I know I said that I could, but I can't. I just can't compromise myself like that. I mean I'm an emotional person. I feel things and I need to be able to get upset and talk about how I'm feeling. I mean that's just...that's who I am and I can't change it. I don't want to. And the thing is you know that, you knew it and you still pursued me because you want something with me, you just aren't <span style="font-weight:bold;">strong</span> enough to have it which...in a way makes you a coward. And the saddest part is that...one day you're gonna wake up and you're gonna realize what you missed and it's gonna be <span style="font-weight:bold;">too late</span>."<br /><br />...<br /><br /><br />My favorite quote from all 4 seasons of Felicity...there are lots of similarities between her and I. Perhaps that's why I can spend all day watching episodes of her drama-filled life with my roommates.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-77071857018469766312009-04-05T10:07:00.000-07:002009-04-05T10:11:16.440-07:00New DefinitionSaw this on Post Secret this morning: fits perfectly with where I'm at in life right now. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5IJk5UfpZLUDzDBYNER2RtoRpSzB0J0uQK3ZXo3nNtTmri6wPqDJ3M_1oxpM_w5n6zlBWckE0gxMFLmb7d-65KJkC2s1gN7amjHMDLtcYLEDepocJKy0wwF_v_NSWO_vVe6U/s1600-h/worth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5IJk5UfpZLUDzDBYNER2RtoRpSzB0J0uQK3ZXo3nNtTmri6wPqDJ3M_1oxpM_w5n6zlBWckE0gxMFLmb7d-65KJkC2s1gN7amjHMDLtcYLEDepocJKy0wwF_v_NSWO_vVe6U/s400/worth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321255576189791778" /></a><br /><br />Then whoever wrote it added this:<br /><br />"That rejection letter was a difficult day. At the time, I thought it was the worst. <br /><br />As it turns out, it was my best. I know it sounds cheesy, but sometimes things happen for a reason and life takes you on amazing journeys and experiences that you may not have let yourself go on had everything worked out "perfectly." That rejection letter led me to the best years of my life and experiences that defined who I really am."<br /><br />...<br /><br /><br />I'm excited for where the Lord wants to take me next.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-3440912216289821622009-04-04T01:22:00.001-07:002009-04-04T01:24:10.606-07:00Use This TimeStole this from GirlTalk...one of the best blogs I've ever seen/read. <br /><br />Recently, I've been "re-given" the gift of time in this upcoming season of life...lots to think about, decisions to be made, waiting for God...and this blog gave a me a good direction on where to start. Enjoy. <br /><br /><br />Use This Time<br />Every Christian is a theologian; but as a single woman you have a unique opportunity to study doctrine. I don’t want you to miss it.<br /><br />May I give you some motherly (or sisterly) advice?<br /><br />I sit here today as a fifty-three year old wife and mother of four. My youngest son is in high school and for the first time in over thirty years, more and more of my time is “my own.” For the past three decades I have had very little discretionary time—and when my children were little, almost none at all. While I still made studying doctrine a priority, the reality is that my time was severely limited.<br /><br />As a single woman you are probably very busy. You may be in school, have a job, serve in the church, maintain relationships, care for family…whew! I’m tired just thinking about your hectic life.<br /><br />But whether you feel like it or not, you have a distinct advantage over the mom with small children: your time is your own. Despite the many, legitimate, demands on your life, you have great freedom to choose how you spend your time.<br /><br />Please don’t waste a moment of this precious and limited season. Be a student of God’s Word. Study eagerly, study deliberately, study faithfully.<br /><br />When you dedicate your time to growing in your knowledge of God, you’ll make deposits into your future life that will yield blessing upon blessing.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-63488646857682147942009-03-31T08:26:00.000-07:002009-03-31T08:30:14.167-07:00ItchyI'm getting the need to travel again. <br /><br />I haven't been overseas since July (8 months!)...I know that doesn't seem like long, but I know there's still so much of the world (Europe!) that I've left to see. <br />Anyone want to travel around Europe with me anytime soon? <br /><br /><br />...RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26209573.post-2450573988762830032009-03-17T19:39:00.000-07:002009-03-17T19:47:59.817-07:00What I've been needing to hear for months<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJb_Sq7_jjo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJb_Sq7_jjo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Thank you, India Arie.RobinDaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003630431150244559noreply@blogger.com0