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for fun… (from Nledi Myers)

BOLD WHAT’S TRUE

I am a cuddler.


I am a morning person.


I am an only child.


I am currently in my pajamas.


I am currently pregnant.

I am left handed.


I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.


I bite my nails.


I can be paranoid at times.

I enjoy country music

I enjoy smoothies.

I enjoy talking on the phone.

I have a car.

I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.

I have a hidden talent.

I have a pet.


I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.

I have all my grandparents. 

I have been to another country. 

I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.

I have or had broken a bone.

I have caller I.D. on my phone.

I have bathed someone.

I have changed a diaper.

I have changed a lot over the past year.

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.

I have had major/minor surgery.


I have killed another person.


I have had my hair cut within the last week.


I have mood swings.


I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

I have rejected someone before.


I like the taste of blood


I love Michael Jackson.

I love sleeping.

I love to shop.


I own 100 CDs or more.


I own and use a library card.

I read books for pleasure in my spare time.

I sleep a lot during the day.


I strongly dislike math.


I was born in a country other than the US.


I watch soap operas on a regular basis.

I work at a job that I enjoy.


I would classify myself as ghetto.


I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.


I am currently wearing socks.

I am tired.

I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.


I consume at least one alchoholic drink every month.

I have/had:


Graduated high school.

Smoked cigarettes.


Rode every ride at an amusement park

Collected something really stupid.

Gone to a concert.

Helped someone.

Spun turn tables.

Watched four movies in one night.

Been dumped.


Taken a college level course.

Been in a car accident.

Been in a tornado.


Watched someone die.

Been to a funeral.

Burned yourself.

Ran a marathon.


Your parents got divorced.


Cried yourself to sleep.

Spent over £200 in one day.


Cheated on someone.

Been cheated on.


Written a 10 page letter.

Had a best friend.

Lost someone you loved.

Skipped school.

Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.

Stolen books from the library.


Been in a mental hospital.

Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.

Fired a gun.

Been in a school play.


Been fired from a job.


Taken a lie detector test.


Swam with dolphins.


Gone to Sea World.


Attempted suicide.


Written poetry.

Read more than 20 books a year.

Gone to Europe.


Loved someone you couldn’t have.

Used a coloring book over age 12.

Had surgery.


Had stitches.


Taken a taxi.

Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.

Had a hamster.

Dyed your hair.

Had something pierced.

Got straight A’s.

Your parents sent you to a shrink.


Been handcuffed…





My hair is naturally the color ___.


Light brown


Medium brown

Dark brown


Blonde
Black


Dirty blonde


Strawberry blonde/Ginger

My eyes are ___.

Brown

BlueGreen

Grey

Hazel

Light brown


A combination of things




I am a ___.


Male

Female





People sometimes label me as ___, even though I don’t really care.


Slut

Girly


Ugly

Nerd

Other



My longest relationship was ___. (including on and off relationships)


1 month or less


2 months


3 months


4 months


5 months


6 months


7 months

 
8 months


9 months


10 months


11 months


A year

Two years or more

I’ve never been in a real relationship.



Some of my biggest fears are ___.


Spiders/other insects

Dying


Doctor/dentist appointments


Hospitals


Needles


Disease


Being alone in the dark


Heights


Small spaces


Oceans/large bodies of water


Holes


Large animals


Small animals


Dying young


Open spaces

 


I have ___.


A friend with benefits


A computer in my room


A television in my room

Good grades

My own car

Married parents

A Little About Me You Probably Didn’t Know. Part 2

Part 2: My Parents Aren’t Super Christians

So let me start off by saying that my parents both claim that they are saved/Christians but neither of them has the kind of relationship toward/with God that is even close to mine. I say this not meaning that I am a better Christian than they are just that we are on different levels in our walks with Christ.

My father was born Catholic and attended Catholic school for his entire elementary education. My mother has been baptized 3 times all in different denominations of churches. She went to her fair share of churches when she was younger because my grandmother wanted to expose her and my uncle to different ones so they could decide which one they wanted to be a part of. Well unfortunately there are some denominations out there that get stuck on one Biblical principle and decided to run with it and make it a huge part of what church is supposed to be about. And on a visit to Pulaski VA where both of my grandparents on my mother’s side are from, my mom went to one of those churches. They incorporated the one thing that literally scares my mother to the point of a panic attack into everything they did during the service. Since then my mother has been kinda traumatized about church. That all being said we never went to church or truly talked about God in my home. I mean he seemed to come out during the holidays when we would pray over big family meals but I didn’t really know who Jesus or God were or what they were.

When I was 8 years old a neighbor friend invited me to go to church with him one Sunday. I was allowed to go so I went and became a regular attendee. Well one Sunday, about a month and some change before my 9th birthday, my friend who brought me to church got baptized. I had no idea what he was doing and so his mom explained to me that he had accepted Jesus into his heart and that was why he was getting baptized. And I was like “Well Ms. Shelia, I better go up there too, because Jesus has been in my heart for a while now.” Then she told me that that was good but I’d have to wait and talk to the pastor after church about when I could/would get baptized. So after service was over I went up to Pastor John and the conversation went a little like this: “Guess what? I’m gonna get baptized too!” “Really? Have you accepted Jesus into your heart?” “Yeah a while ago” “well okay then, Jessica. We’ll start you on the path to getting baptized then.” So then he handed me this workbook to prepare kids for baptism and told me that I had to do a workbook a week until I completed each workbook and then after I finished the last one we would set up a day to be baptized. When I asked him how many there were he told me and I quickly did the math that I would be able to be baptized on my actual 9th birthday because it was a Sunday that year. So I told him, “Pastor John, your gonna baptize me on my 9th birthday because that’s exactly one week after I finish my final booklet.” He just chuckled and said something like, “well okay then.” So I went home that day and, literally I walked in te house and as I was going upstairs to change my clothes I said to my parents “I’m getting baptized on my birthday” and just kept on going up the steps. Well my mom called me back and was had me retell her what I had said and then I told her the whole ordeal of the day. So she looked at my dad and my dad looked back at her and then she said, “Well I guess were going to have to go to this church.”

So they started coming to church with me and eventually we all became members of the church. Well all was well until I entered into the youth program. Unfortunately my youth pastor didn’t really seem to practice what he preached, but that wasn’t what was so bad. What was so bad was something that he told me once. We had this youth missions group that had practice each week on Sunday nights. Well one Sunday I had to miss practice because I had to finish a science project that was due in school the next day. The following Sunday I showed up for practice and my youth pastor asked if he could have a word with me. he then proceeded to ask me why I wasn’t at practice the week before and when I told him his reply was as follows: “Couldn’t you do your homework some other time? You’re going to Hell.” I looked at him dead in the face with huge eyes and my mouth open for a good few seconds and then I finally spoke and said, “No I’m not. All I have ever been told about how to get to Heaven is that you have to believe Jesus is God’s son and that He came to die for us on the cross and that NO good works will get you there.” And that was the last time I ever went to anything youth related, not even Sunday school, and shortly after my mom’s obligations to the awanas program (cuz we only had like 3 weeks left) were over, we left that church.

My parents haven’t been back to any church since, and if it weren’t for Jessie I cant say for sure that I would have either. Thanks to her and her family for not only introducing me to things at church, but also taking the time to explain it to me, I have been able to get closer to God and have a true relationship with Him and to just know what it means to have a relationship with Him and be where I’m at today. This is something that I have tried on various occasions to convey to my parents but they just don’t seem to understand or want to understand. They let me do my own thing and probably have their own opinions that they don’t convey to me, but that’s okay. I know how I am living is how God wants me to live and that’s good enough for me.

A Little About Me You Probably Didn’t Know. Part 1

So, in having one of our many heart-to-hearts/spill-alls/semi-venting sessions, my best friend brought up something to me that I got me to thinking. Usually when people meet me/start to get to know me they have the tendency to jump to the conclusion that I have this perfect life and that my life has been all sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns. I think something else some people think is that I am “little miss perfect” who will judge you for drinking, cussing, partying, or having sex. That’s not true. So this is gonna be a multi-part blog just giving you guys some insight on me and how im not perfect and neither is my life.
Part 1- Please know that I am NOT judging you:
First, I think it is important to note the general misconception that is out there about Christians. I feel like people out in the world sometimes view Christians as these people who are perfect and have had perfect lives and who don’t do wrong things. My theory for that is that they hear a sermon or some random Christian say that we strive to be like Jesus, who was perfect. Well if they continued to listen on, or the Christian talking would continue on, they would be informed of how no one is perfect and we will never be perfect like Jesus. We simply are told in the Bible to use Jesus as our example because He was the only one without sin. I think the perception that Christians are perfect, partly explains why people have thought that I was some crazy person who would freak out and judge them if they drank or had sex or went to a party or, oh dear sweet baby Jesus, cussed!
I cannot tell you the countless times I have had someone cuss then turn to me and say, “Oh, I’m sorry Jessie!” While I am thankful for them trying to be respectful, I also admit that I get a little flustered and frustrated by their apology. I mean personally I try not to cuss, but if you are talking about something and start letting them fly out your mouth, im not gonna bite your head off or make you put a quarter in the swear jar or anything like that. If people only knew how much cussing I am exposed to, and have always been exposed to, they might realize that any word they have to say isn’t going to offend me. My mother alone could be considered a sailor. Its calmed down here recently but I remember one time when it was like every other word was a curse word, or at least every sentence word have one or two in it. Also, I used to cuss myself…a lot. I mean people I went to high school with could prolly attest to that. I mainly did it when I was mad, but there were time when I did it just to do it. Kinda like my brother now. Whenever it’s just him and me, he will use a cuss word, usually the f-bomb, like every other word.
I also cannot tell you how many times people would be talking about this party they went to and how much they had to drink and then notice I was in ear shot and would suddenly get really quiet or just end the story, like if I heard I would judge them and be utterly convinced that they were going to Hell or something. I’ll just state this for the record, I love to dance, so if there is gonna be dancing involved, I might just show up to the party so I can dance the night away. I’ll never forget the first party I ever went to in college. All the wide-eyed looks and stares I got from people. I actually shocked one person so much that they almost dropped their drink. They asked me what I was doing there and I told them how I felt like dancing and then they said, “yeah, but there’s alcohol here.” I just kinda made a “duh” face at them shook my head and walked away. There was another time when I went to pick someone up from a party and went inside to find them and quite a few people stopped everything they were doing and stared at me with shocked expressions on their faces. It kinda makes me laugh to think about it now.
As far as alcohol goes, im not opposed to alcohol. It’s been in my life for forever. My parents always have drank and my father is technically an alcoholic. I grew up knowing this and had fear that if I ever were to drink I would become the same. I had this fear until I got close to my 21st birthday. It was then that I actually had the realization that I needed to not operate out of fear and realize that I am not my father. Even in the time of fearing what I could become if I drank, I never judged those who did drink.
Another thing that I feel like people think they can’t talk about around me is sex. Now I admit, I don’t ant to know all the details of your sex life. Not because im gonna judge you or anything, but I just think it’s a private matter that is between you and Jesus and… well the other person in this case… and I just really don’t want all the details and images buzzing around my head. This isn’t to say that you have to just not talk about having sex all together, I realize people have sex all time. I also realize people who aren’t having sex want to have sex. I mean, im gonna get really real with you, just because I’m a “good little Christian virgin” doesn’t mean that I don’t have the desire to have sex. I just think it is more special to wait for my future husband. Not just because I know it is what God asks, but also because I know that even when you use precautionary measures like forms of birth control, its not always 100% effective. I feel like I know this pretty darn well since when I was conceived both of my parents were taking their own necessary precautions and yet I still popped out 9 months later. If you eve do talk to me about sex and I do look uncomfortable or anything please don’t take it as me judging you or anything. Sex has always been something that honestly has grossed me out. I mean if you really think about the process and all that it entails (especially if you have to draw it out in anatomy classes for an exam) you gotta admit that it’s awkward, but its natural and a part of life and im actually way more comfortable talking about it/ hearing about it than I ever used to be. Just ask my best friend.
I’ve always had the opinion that what people do is between them and Jesus, and I am neither. If they wanna talk to me about it, that’s fine, if they wanna ask me for advice/my opinion, that’s fine too, but if I overhear something I’m not sitting there saying to myself, “oooooo they goin to HEEEEEEEELL,” that’s just not me. I just want people to know that.

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