Tuesday, February 7, 2012

bye bye blogger

As much as I love my dear little blog here at Blogger, I’ve decided to make to switch to wordpress for the simple reason that it’s prettier. I like it better. Actually I love it.
It has a clean, simple, beautiful layout that I don’t constantly feel the need to change. Perhaps it’s the budding inner designer in me, or perhaps I just like change.
Perhaps it’s both… just ask my hair. But regardless, hope you enjoy!


Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A word to the wise:

.... actually several.

Chicken nuggets are not to be handled lightly. Spend the extra $2 for the name brand or you'll end up with a dinner of fried sponge.

And there are some things even ketchup and ranch can't solve.

You know you're an adult when:

all you want for Christmas is new tires for your car.

You know you're still a kid when your parents get them for you.
Before Christmas.

Parents trump Santa daily.

This is how I felt, bow tie and all.


These past few months have been so full lately, and at least everyday, I think to myself "I should really blog bout that."  But alas, other things are always clamoring for attention.
At last however, I've come up against something that just has to be shared.

Actually it can be condensed in to a single question:

"In everything give thanks?


 This one thought has been continuously revolving around my head like a slight less happy version of a carousel. 

I could give thanks for most things: a glorious sunrise (even) on an early morning at Starbucks, kitten kisses when I get home from a long day of classes. Generally it's not hard to find at least positive light to any situation.
But everything?

Can I give thanks while scraping ice off my car in below zero temps at 5:00 in the morning?

Can I give thanks when this same car decides decides to mysteriously shut off whenever I turn it on, but then go all Rolls Royce on the mechanic? .... for an entire week?
Can I give thanks when it feels like the my responsibilities, and obligations, and desires are simultaneously spinning out of control but at the same time crushing me?
Can I give thanks when I come to realize the lack of control I really have on my life?

1 Thessalonians 5:18 has been burned into my brain.
give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."

I'd like to think to myself that "perhaps Paul meant to write: In most things give thanks," and then just got a few letters wrong.

In reality, I can tend to live that way.

But far from it. In any difficult season of life, there is Truth that makes a thankful heart possible, and that is in Romans 5

Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, 
we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.  
Through him we have also obtained access by faith 
into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in 
hope of the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in 
our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces 
endurance, and endurance produces character, and 
character produces hope, and hope does not put us to 
shame, because God’s love has been poured into our
hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

 My eternal destiny been secured by the Almighty God of heaven, my sins covered by his perfect Son, Hell is no longer my destination, and now, this world is not my home!
This in and of itself is reason to get up every day with a smile, yet that is not the end! It goes on to say that mine is not a suffering for no reason. There is a real purpose for these trials, no matter how large or small. 
Endurance, Character, Hope.
All because of love.

"In everything give thanks."

Friday, October 28, 2011

A Snake for Sore Eyes

I'm pretty sure this picture does not make me any more curious, or willing, to try eating one of those slithering nasties. 

AND actually I have eaten rattlesnake, and that picture pretty much sums up my thoughts on the matter. dis.gusting.

I think the sub headers in the photo are a little ironic and also a bit more pertinent to real life. Just saying.

An Adventure in Chinese Takeout

Well.... I've got a story for you.
Its a bit embarrassing..... the best ones all are.
It began on quiet Friday evening.
Being the trendsetter that I am, I was home alone, facing the prospect of a pile of homework the size of... well... a house.

The laundry too, was calling my name, in its always hopeless tone, knowing that I am deaf to its call until my last pair of pants is past the point of a perfume salvation...

What to do?

And then in dawned on me!
Chinese Food!
The answer to all my problems!
motivation to clean my pants! (for I would have to go out)
motivation to write my paper! (sustenance)

and last but not all, it would mean the completion of one of my life goals.

(let me take a bunny trail real quick... come, hop with me....)
It might seem strange to you that a college student such as myself has never ordered chinese take out.... But it is true.
indeed, it is a sad fact. But such is life.
Having seen Gilmore Girls and countless other tv shows, I had was always thought the whole "ordering take out thing" was a cool thing that all the cool kids did,  and I dreamed of the day that I too could join their ranks, standing tall (or rather, slumped on a couch,) eating gooey crab rangoon and sesame chicken. The fascinating white boxes of mystery were also high points of interest..... what could be better than delicious food packed into a delightful, iconic package, ready to be unwrapped and enjoyed??
In my mind? nothing.

So there I was alone on a Friday night having just made the decision.
But what to do next? Was this process like ordering pizza? Where do I find a menu?  To call or not to call? What was the protocol? Do Chinese places deliver? My knowledge gained from Gilmore girls tmade me think not... but in Stars Hollow, anything can happen.

I really was in a quandry. Over takeout.

Ridiculous I know.
But as an individual in the 21st century...... what was there to do but to Google it?

However, in this instance, Google failed me.

The last one gave me a bit of a giggle, but it was hopeless!
I was too simple for even an online search engine to help me.

But what was I to do?
Heaven forbid a make a fool of myself while Chinese food people!

The clock was ticking...... and so was my stomach (well, less ticking and more mumbling.... nomnomnom)

So I decided to go for it! To heck with the world! I was independent! I've lived on this earth for..... some.......years! That's long enough!

Donning my (rather smelly) pants and shoes (no socks) I traveled forth, confident and smiling.

I arrived at the establishment and ordered my food much in the normal manner, twas rather boring..... actually.

But then came the moment I had been waiting for! The handing over of the magic white boxes!!! The excitement was almost too much!

Yet this bliss was not to be had. The object of my hopes and dreams had been reduced to an ordinary styrofoam takeout box in a (*gasp) grocery sack!!
I was crushed.

I asked for an extra fortune cookie to make up for it, but it didnt help......
well, maybe a little.
Apparently one of you should be giving me some really great advice in the near future... either that, or there are 'lessons to be learned by listening to others..'

Sage advice, considering the evening.

Despite the excellence of fried rice and chicken, a smallish part of my heart is still a wee bit disappointed. 
But hey! I've still part of my dream! One day I'll get my paws on one of those white boxes.... one day!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Man at School

I see a man at school each time I have class.
You might not think that unusual, but he sits on top of a door frame.

I say "hi"to him every day I pass him in the hall and he only stares. Unmoving. Like a statue.

and he has no clothes.

or nose.
or mouth.

and he is a bit smaller than the average human.


Perhaps he just likes hanging out, presumably thinking thick, clay-like thoughts, like (photoshoot.mm. AwkWARd) in caveman speak.