24.1.13

happy day...err..morning. kind of.


THIS is the face of a girl who booked her flight to Texas today.

What am I going to do in Texas, you ask?

Oh, nothing big..just totally going to spend spring break with my best friend ever. 

I mean, no big deal or anything.

Just kidding. Kind of beyond excited.

This was basically the only good part about my day, as almost immediately following me booking my flight, everything got sour.

No school got done, I needed to run errands between a friend coming over and my algebra tutor...friend was late...didn't leave til after my tutor showed up...you know. One of those days.

But I did get a workout from scraping up the sheet of 2-3" thick ice rink that covered our driveway up until 2pm today. Bonussss! My arms are still sore and I have blisters on my hands to prove it.

Anyway. I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams, sweet friends. 

xoxo, 
Ruthanne


21.1.13

life + drawing the line

This post is going to be long. It's going to be controversial. It's not going to be politically correct. But it's going to be real; and I hope you take the time to read it.

Life. The state of being alive and living day to day. Every single one of you reading this right now; you are experiencing life. 

You are alive; breathing; happy or sad, you, my friend, are alive.

Now, forget everything you've been taught as you've grown up and aged.

If you've been taught that there is a God, forget that for a second. If you haven't, forget that too, for a minute.

Imagine yourself as a 15 year old kid in 2013.


You've grown up in a world where babies are killed by the thousands each day, because they dared to exist.

You've grown up in a world where you were taught that your life is a mere accident; you are here simply because of luck.

When your parents made love the day you were conceived, it was just an accident that you came to be.

And on top of that, every generation up until you was merely chance, as well. You came from monkeys. You have no real purpose. Life is just a mundane part of nature. You're worthless.

The media has told you lie after lie about when life begins.

Babies are killed each day; by the hundreds; removed from their mother's womb by violent and damaging procedures; no one blinks.

Yet, 20 children are shot to death at an elementary school, and the world is in an uproar; and who do they blame? Not the killer - oh, no. The gun.

You're so confused about what life is, what it means, and how it impacts you.

What is the difference? Isn't a child a child? Isn't a person a person? Why is it okay that we murder children everyday using medical tools and "simple", deadly procedures, but using a gun to take a life isn't?

Dr Seuss said it himself; a person's a person, no matter how small. So then why is life so meaningless?

If babies lives have no value, then yours must not either. 

You come to a place of despair.

You feel you have no purpose, no worth, no value.

You're just like everyone else. 

There is nothing "special" about you. 

You take the same classes, wear the same clothes, you are not an individual, and you never will be no matter how hard you try, simply because "normal" is better.

These are the lies you grow up hearing.

From the media; your school; your peers; society; celebrities; if you're not "cool" and "normal", you're not worth anyone's time.

You have reached the edge. Your heart is hurting. 

If there is a God, he doesn't care.

Why would a God who claims to be so loving allow you to hurt so badly?

This is pointless, you think. Now, next year, ten, or 32 years, what's the difference when you go?

You take the leap; and your life ends.

Leaving heartache, confusion, and pain behind you.

----------------

A boy at our local high school committed suicide this past Thursday evening.

My town is upside down.

Asking the questions, how, why, what didn't we do, why didn't we see.

They are surprised.

I don't want to sound insensitive; but I, on the other hand, am not. Which a sad state.

The description I just gave you; being 15 in 2013; that right there, is why I am not surprised.

Our youth - MY generation, has been told our entire lives that life is chance. We are here because of luck.

We have no purpose; we have no plan for our lives.

So why should it surprise us, when after teaching the teenage generation of now the things we have, that they take their own lives?

I know there are other things that contribute to teen suicides.

Bullying. Depression. Anxiety. Mental illness.

But there are so many teens lost to unnecessary self inflicted deaths.

This is the third high school student to commit suicide in my town in two years.

That's three too many. 

When will we catch a clue and realize that this is all our fault.

This epidemic of teen suicides has grown far too much. 

These kids are taking their lives because we haven't taught them they have a purpose. 

There are approximately 4,874 suicides each year per 200,000 people aged 5-24.


Do you get that?

Four thousand, eight hundred and seventy four.


The suicide rate has over quadrupled in the past 65+ years.

Lets see, that puts us back to 1952...

Before abortion was legal.

Before God was taken out of schools.

Before the height of women working outside of the home.

Before the divorce rate skyrocketed.

Are you seeing a trend here?

I am.

Family.


Abortion was unheard of and a horrible, awful thing to do in the 1950s. It became a "popular" way of "disposing" of unwanted life in the 70's.

God was taken out of the school in 1973. Since then, the American youth has grown increasingly more unreliable, unstable, and unable to take on responsibility like kids used to pre 1973,

Fun fact: the term "teenager" didn't come about til the 1920s, and didn't reach a level of popularity til the forties. Even then, however, "teenagers" still maintained responsibility of their actions, mostly. Their age was not an excuse for their actions.

In 1950, women made up roughly 33% of the American work force.Today, they make up nearly half, at 48%. 

Divorce was slim to none in the 50s and 60s. The rate climbed steadily til the late 70's early 80's when it reached it's peak, and became the trend. If it didn't work, throw it out.

So, since the 50's, we've taught kids that:


If the baby isn't what you want it to be, or doesn't come at the right time, or it's inconvenient throw it away.

If God isn't present and we can't see Him, throw him away. That is, of course, until 20 children are shot to death in a elementary school, then, He can come back, cause we need him. but otherwise, throw him away.

If all men are created equal...then women deserve to work outside of the home, too, right? But that comes with a sacrifice...much less time to spend on their family; pouring into the young hearts of their children; involving themselves fully in their lives. Therefore, if raising a family isn't fun anymore, throw that ambition away and go do something else with your life.

Oh, yeah, and when I said "I DO", that was just a joke. Ha, I didn't mean forever and always, all that in sickness and in health stuff...I just meant until I got bored, and you didn't meet my expectations, until you weren't good enough for me anymore, and I fell out of love. Therefore, we're going to throw our marriage away, too!

So then, when we, as a nation, have created a trend of throwing things away that used to have value, that used to have worth, and this is all our youth has grown up seeing, why then are we surprised when they throw their lives away?

Obviously, we don't value that anymore either. It doesn't matter.

America; parents; grandparents; when will you realize that these problems begin in the home?

The only answer is Jesus Christ, and daring to be different in how you raise your family.

We have to stand up and say that life matters.

Abortions are wrong. Life is life; a baby is a baby, 12 minutes old since conception or 12 hours old since birth. A child is a life; a life that deserves a chance to be lived.

We need to bring Him back into the education of our youth; they need to know that He created them with a purpose!! He made them special, and normal is not okay. HE made THEM to be who they are.

We need our families to be families. Women working is amazing, and wonderful; but only if they put equal effort into their children and marriage as they do into their job. Children are the greatest gift of all.

And we need the couples that are jumping into marriage, to stay committed. In sickness and in health. For rich or for poor, til death do they part. Love is enduring hard times, and rejoicing in the good times together.

I get it.

Crap happens. Things don't go how we plan them.

But if we would just start focusing on our kids. 

The next generation of parents are the teenagers of 2013. 

Things will only get worse, unless we stand up and take a STAND for what is right, true, and good.

We are only human; we are a fallen people; but we have a Redeemer who DIED for our inadequacies. 

He is the ultimate reason for life.


You are worth it. 

You have a purpose. 

You are one of a kind. 

You are fearfully, 

& oh so wonderfully made.

19.1.13

perpetual.


this has become one of my favorite places to be. in a state of perpetual bliss merely from the sound of music.

I don't want to be all narcissistic or anything...but I'm pretty sure this is one of my favorite pictures of me ever. hehe.

xoxo, 
Ruthanne

18.1.13

cowgirl boots + trucks.


I've gone there, y'all. To the dark side. Where I have 80 million shoes to wear and I only ever wear my two pairs of cowgirl boots. sigh. It's a lovely thing, though, you see. I feel like it's me...totally me. I don't want to pretend to be some awesome, bad-youknowwhat cowgirl who wrangles horses and cows all day...that's not the point. The point is that they're cowgirl boots, and they kinda make the statement of "I've got this, I'm a big girl, and I really like that truck..." And they're super cute and give me an extra 2 inches of height...so win win win WIN! that's a quad win, y'all. WIN.

hehe. But seriously....do y'all know how many times a day my heart skips a beat when I see a pretty truck? Like a million. I took like four pictures of four very beautiful trucks today...my favorite? The cherry red F350, long bed, lifted...gosh. Gor.geous. 

Can we also please talk about how much I pray my future hubby is a handsome Jesus lovin (duh) guitar playin', truck drivin', boot wearin', baseball playin' cowboy? Like seriously. Imagine that for me. We'll make the cutest couple EVER. I really can't imagine marrying anyone who doesn't drive a truck...it's just so manly. But you know, the lord could totes change my heart...or just fulfill the desires of it. Either way...ha.

If you're familiar with country music, you realized about 2 second ago that the man I described is Scotty McCreery. Ahem. I can dream, right? He sure is one handsome man. Whew....

But...if you, future hubby, are reading this, in the future, and you're not a possessor of those cowboy qualities...I probably still love you, cause...you're my hubby...in the future. so yeah. muah...:)

Okay. to bed I go. To dream of cowboys and summer and sleep. While sleeping. Oh yeah.

hugs, sweet lovelies!

xoxo,
Ruthanne

16.1.13

six days.

It's been six days since I last posted.

Six freakin' days, y'all.

I don't know what happened...ugh.

I guess I've been really super tired and just not interested in sitting at the computer. 

It's been really freakin' cold lately. -18 the other day. I had frost on the inside of my car. Observe:
Told you. COLD.

I also crashed my car into a snowbank going down an icy hill at 10 MPH. Too fast, I guess. I'm totally fine, and so is my car, but that wasn't exactly fun. 

Then I yanked open my car door yesterday afternoon and completely banged my forehead, and now I have a great little bruise on my head. joy.

I also have been getting tutored in math, so that's contributing to my lack of interest in staring at the computer.

Meh. I hate math. So much.

But I think I'm going to be back now. I'm working on a free stuffed whale plushie pattern to share with y'all soon. I've made two so far and they.are.precious.

I also miss my best friend like crazy. We've face-timed so much these past two weeks. It's great to see her beautiful face so much, but really makes me miss her more. 

I will post more the rest of the week, I promise. But for now, I'm going to go and enjoy the rest of my afternoon...don't worry, I'll try and avoid hitting my head with car doors and snowbanks. 

xoxo, 
Ruthanne

9.1.13

another nancy drew case?

GUYS. I need help.

I'm contemplating ordering another Nancy Drew case for my phone..

For those of you who don't remember, this is what my current phone case looks like...

http://distilleryimage0.s3.amazonaws.com/92ae28640e7211e2a3361231380e7036_7.jpg

I ordered this when I first got my iPhone5...

now. See, I love it. A lot. But being the girl I am, I kinda want another book cover...

So. I am asking your opinion..

Should I get "The Secret in the Old Attic" or "The Ringmaster's Secret"?




The Ringmaster's Secret wouldn't be so dark in real life. I'd lighten it up a bit before making the case. But I love them both and I just can't decide...help!!!

8.1.13

that awkward moment...

So I was reading old blog posts the other day. And I found this one, here, and another one, here, about awkward moments. 

Basically, I laughed, and wondered why I haven't made it something I do more often.

Cause, you know, I'm kinda awkward sometimes. Or awkward things happen to me...a lot.

That being said, this should become a habit...y'all should tell me if you like it and we'll go from there...alright?

Perfect.

Here we gooooooo....!

that awkward moment...

when the aunt of the kid's you're watching all week tries to hint that you should get involved with her 18 year old son, and then when her sister, the mom of the kids you're watching, decided to feed it too.

awkward.

when you walk into a gas station, hand the cashier a $50 and he says, "is this hot off the press? did you just make it?" and when you answer, "um...no..." he says "well...if you did, I'd be your #1 buyer." yeah, um, okay dude. that. was.

awkward.

when you have a dream that you marry your best friend's older brother, and when you wake up, the first song that comes on your pandora Disney radio station is "a dream is a wish your heart makes."

awkward.

when pretty much every single house you babysit in over new years break, your dad did some form of work in. my thought while washing dishes: "GOSH. dad. WHY did you make the water so HOT." no lie. it's semi-

awkward.

when you eat garlic fries and you know, you just know you're going to have garlic breath for the next week. ew.

awkward.

when you manage to go all day not slipping on ice, and then you still don't slip in your friend's super slick driveway...and then you get home and bam. slip. right on your butt.

awkward.

when you go to congratulate and hug your "big brother" on getting on staff at the church, and totally jam his toe with your cowgirl boot. majorly

awkward.

when you and your best friend get your own private board on pinterest and by the end of day one, there are already over 50 pins. Today is day 2, and after the pinning spree I'm about to go on, we're going to break 100. yeah...kinda...

awkwardesome.

5.1.13

this is home.


I took this picture on my way to work last week. I cannot tell you how stunned I was by the beauty that surrounded me. I live here..people vacation here...and this is the creation of the lover of my soul...how can I ignore this amazing, beautiful, gorgeous landscape like I do so very often, simply because it's "normal"?

There is nothing "normal" about His creation.

It is all made with such detail...such intricate and complex detail.

Thanks, Lord, for the amazing reminder of your presence every day.

4.1.13

I survived!


It's official, y'all.

I survived the new years babysitting rush. December 28th - January 4th.

I spent 60 hours of my life these past 7 days watching kids.

Sixty. hours. Sixty. SIXTY!

We could count in all the hours leading up to Christmas too, but honestly, that was nothing compared to this week.

I'm pretty glad it's over, truthfully.

The next 24 hours are all mine...and I get to sleep past 6:45...and I don't have to leave the house in -8º weather at 7 am..and I don't have to get into a semi-freezing car because I didn't start it early enough. 

Yay!

So thankful for the blessings the hours brought me...but also thankful for the full nights sleep I get tonight! Whoo!

xoxo, Ruthanne

meet rach.


Hey, y'all.

I'd like you to meet someone special.

Her name is Rachel.

We used to hate each other.

Now we're pretty much closer than we ever thought we could be.

And we like to shop. A lot.

We sometimes take her day off, Monday, to drink coffee and record music.

Sometimes we write music. Other days we watch Kate Hudson movies.

And then there's those days when we just laugh about how far we've come.

So, yeah. That's my Rach. She's pretty special. 

We went shopping on New Years Day. 

I bought new boots - pictures to come soon...and she bought her first pair of Miss Me jeans...eep!

We both spent too much money, I reckon...but hey.

It's after Christmas so it's okay, right?

O, and basically, you can totally tell our personalities and styles by our sunglasses.

Rachel: Oakley || Ruthanne: Steve Madden

Can you see it? 

She's cool. I'm classic. She wears black. I wear color. She likes vans. I like cowgirl boots. 

And she wears pink as often as I wear sweatshirts. Once in a blue moon.

It's great.

And one last thing..

She is one of the only people I know who knows about this blog..

And I don't even know how she found it!

But...she did. And I think it's pretty cool how she did.

Love you, pretty lady.

3.1.13

nanny diaries: episode 1

YOU GUYS.

I'm pretty sure if I were suddenly given custody of a child right now, I'd know how to take care of them better than their parents would.

I have done so.much.babysitting. this past week. Omg.

The reason I haven't posted the giveaway winner yet is because I'm pretty much a zombie. Basically.

Last night I had just about the craziest night of my life....are you ready? 

By the way, because I'm so zombie like, I'm semi-delusional, and because I'm semi-delusional, I'm going to be really dramatic about this. 

nanny diaries: episode 1

It's 6:47 pm; the two fourteen month old girls are in their beds, sound asleep. T is watching a movie on mom's macbook and here I am, trying to get G down to sleep.

He's crying and fussing, and so not digging this whole "it's time to go to bed thing."

I finally say, "G, we need to go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and you need your rest."

I'm sure in his little head he was thinking to himself, "what is it with big people and thinking that tomorrow is going to be big? I think all tomorrow's are the same size."

But nonetheless. His thoughts were portrayed something like throwing a fit, coughing, and throwing up.

Perfect. 

I ask him to get up and go wash his hands while I rinse his blankets out. I lean over the balcony, and ask my friend Erika to keep T downstairs while I clean up the mess. She's rocking 10 week old baby M and as soon as we finish our exchange, all the fire alarms in the house go off. 

G looks at me, terrified. I tell him it's okay, and I bring him downstairs. Erika and I are trying to keep our cool. We get T to sit at the stairs by the door with G, too. I wake the girls, J and P, and bring them downstairs. There's a burning smell, but no fire, anywhere. We call the parents - all 6 of them. Finally, an answer. We call the gatehouse of the sub division we're watching the kids in.

We wait by the door, and try to figure out what the heck is going on. Finally, after 15 minutes and G and T crying, scared, the alarms go off as suddenly as they came.

Erika and I look at each other with relief.

"Were you scared?" she asks me.

"duh. Scariest moment I've ever had babysitting."

I then get the girls and put them back to bed, one at a time; J first. I put P down, and go up to check on J, and she's pooped...literally. So I change her diaper while she drifts off.

I go back downstairs and throw G's blankets in the dryer...put on a movie for the boys, and get myself a bowl of javachip ice cream. 

Breathe. 

Finally, G's blankets are dry...I put him to bed. And just as he's about to fall asleep, mom and dad get home, and we're back to square one with the bedtime routine.

I can honestly say, I don't think I've ever felt like I earned my money like I did last night. 

Ever.

xoxo, Ruthanne

Oh, yeah, and the winner is miss Jamie Dawn..I sent you an email, dear! congrats to you!

2.1.13

2013.

Oh, my word, friends. 2013 is upon us; how is this even possible?
 
I am so excited and so nervous for this year. I finish high school. I'm turning 18. I might be moving 2,000 miles away to go to school. It's crazy how fast 2012 went by.
 
I wanted to share with you a little bit of what I want to happen this year; not any new years resolutions, but just things I'm excited/praying for, or things I want to do, try, etc, in no particular order.
 
I can't wait to graduate.
I want to get better at guitar and piano.
I want to take singing lessons.
I want to save more money than I spend.
I want to love more.
I want to encourage others more.
I want to spend more time in the Word.
I want to sing alone more; sit alone in my room and just worship.
I want to take more photos of life.
And after I take them, I want to make them into a book.
I want to pour into young hearts.
I want to smile at strangers more.
I want to remember the weight my Father bore for my sins every day.
I want to write at least 26 songs.
I want to get to a place where I am comfortable sharing this blog with those in my life.
I want to volunteer at the senior center once or twice a month.
I want to pray for people more.
I want to make more healthy treats.
And stay active and healthy.
I want those I love to know that I love them.
I want to have a vintage soda shop 18th birthday party.
I want to spent less time on my phone and more with the people around me.
I want to take my sisters on dates.
I want to live a life that demonstrates His love.
 
I will add to this list, I'm sure, and with time, link posts that relate to each item.
 
I'm off to go work - I've spent 30+ hours nannying since last Thursday and have another 20 to finish this week out; so I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately! I'l announce the giveaway winner tonight, I promise!
 
xoxo, Ruthanne