Thursday, June 30, 2011


We put a lot of faith in them.

The height of a toilet.  
                                         -the awkward "forever fall," or the "oh, I wasn't ready!"

The weight of a door.   
                                         - the "arms pulled off" vs "forehead to edge"

The temperature of water coming out of a faucet   
                                          - we've all been burned

The height of a step or curb.
                                         - the lurch and windmill arms

The weight of an opaque milk jug  
                                        - milk over the shoulder

Charles Dicken's novel Great Expectations
                                       - didn't live up to mine.

Mug Shots

For certain days, you need a certain mug. Ask anyone. It's universal.

If you're drinking nice coffee, you need a pretty mug.

If you just need something to hold water, then that ugly one that looks like your Grandma's sweater will do fine.
On happy days perhaps you use that one that has a special significance.

The morning after a late night, you look for the one with the largest capacity.

Each type of day has it's own mug.

That being said, I have a magic mug that is the exception to every mug rule. I use it on any and every day of the week, and if it's dirty, I wash it. (even if there are other clean ones available! *gasp!)

On yucky mornings it makes me happy, on happy mornings it makes me happier. I love the unique shape of it and how it's proportioned. (I'm art snob, I know, but don't be a hater) and it has comforting shades of blue from the bottom up. I just love it.
We have a very special relationship, this mug and I. I received it as a graduation present from a dear dear friend of mine who also understands mug significance.

I suppose you're dying for a picture at this point, so I shall satisfy your desires:

When I pull it out of the cupboard I give it a sly (mental) wink at it's own irony, and proceed to fill it with coffee.

And now it is empty.
So I must go refill it.

The Importance of the Small Words

This heading come up on my news feed and I read it without the word "and."

I believe it is much better that way.

Hairy Awesome

I was looking up synonyms while writing a previous post and found this:

I think the pictures below prove this finding false.


If Cats Could Talk

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Monday, June 27, 2011


It turns out if you type the name Mark Zuckerburg, spell-check helpfully suggests Cheeseburger and Vegeburger as solutions.... 

 You'd think of all people, he would be the one to be able to fix that... either that, or he has a burger obsession that had an unusual and far-reaching results.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

His Pleasure

"God formed us for His pleasure and so formed us that we, as well as He, can in divine communion, enjoy the sweet and mysterious mingling of kindred personalities. He meant us to see Him and live with Him and draw our life from His smile."  ~ A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God

We so often forget that our relationship with our Savior is just that: a relationship. We need to look on who He is, His character and His work, not just the cross, but in all of creation, and delight in who He is.
This is the power of Christianity

Lyrics of Today

I really enjoy writing.
Here are some lyrics of today:

Life is a song
Time is the rhythm
Together and separate
We're woven and twisted
Our harmonies create
A medley revisited
Echoed eternally
By the angels in heaven
To our Master Composer
A glorious anthem

Friday, June 17, 2011

Peanut Butter Love

Peanut butter toast.

I could eat it all day long.
I imagine one day I will write a song singing it's praises.

In the meantime, here's a photo:

 (photo credit goes to:

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Heels to Flip Over

With the amount of posts I have made in the past few weeks you'd think I'd accidentally cut off 6 of my fingers at while vacationing in Amish country, but no, put it lightly, life has been insane lately.

A weird mix of crazy busy, but also slow and lazy.
Transitioning from the former to the latter is quite nice, but transitioning back is like climbing Mount Everest in these:

For whatever reason, I find it a very hard month to blog.

In any event, I may or may not try to do better.

                                  ... I'll keep you posted.
(...with awesome puns such as that gem ^ )

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Virtual Hybrid Guitar

I'm not sure how to embed this video... so give your finger a little workout and click this link:

Your eyes and ears will be stunned and amazed at so many different levels, they'll each do a seperate little dance, like mine did.

You're welcome for that mental image.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

This is NEXT

The main reason for my absence from the cyber world has been due to the fact of my being in the great state of Florida, specifically Orlando.

I could go on and on about all of the wonderful things that happened on that trip, (and I will be sharing quite a bit,)  but I shall try my very best to keep it concise. (Rambling is one of my great curses.. or virtue? I dont know which.)

All that you really need to know is that its a conference held annually through Sovereign Grace Ministries with some of the most world class reformed theologians alive today.
If you're interested, (and I'm telling you, you should be) hop on over here to the NEXT website and listen to some life changing stuff.

Seriously. leave. forget this blog and go check it out. I can't recommend it enough.

That's where I was this past week.
It was truly spectacular.

One of the greatest impressions that I had of the entire conference was the humility and approachability that was shown by those in leadership. They displayed such a sincere love and devotion to those in attendance. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but the Christ like attitudes that I saw were just beautiful.
Obviously, I know as human beings, they are not perfect, but it just made me long for heaven, where sin will be no more and we can interact and build each other up with no distractions, all the while glorifying and giving praise to our Savior.

More to come.

Toilets and an Overload of Cuteness.

Throughout my travels, a certain belief has been cemented into my doctrine and has been reinforced by my frequent trips through various airports.

I firmly believe that there is only one proper temperature for a toilet seat, and that is room temperature.

In many cases, when exposing ones self to the porcelain throne, one receives an icy greeting that would shame an iceberg.

However, the opposite alternative, though initially more comfortable, is highly disturbing to the mind.

Not only that, but to those subject to the the affliction of germaphobia, it is terror itself.

Warm toilet seats are just rather gahstly. There is no other way to say it.

Now, I imagine it will be difficult to think of anything beside this post the next time you enter a restroom, but I hope you be able to direct your mind to happier things, perhaps such as this: