Ahh Sweet Serendipity

So, I shared this on my other blog, for those of you in this world who don't read that blog, I'll share. My brother Marty got engaged to his long-time girlfriend Sally yesterday, much to the happiness and delight to all involved.

Another highlight, albeit totally random, and rather obscure, I had a fun moment in class yesterday. My professor thought it a good idea to give in to an impulse and bounced a beachball into the auditorium of 200 people (my Old Testament Survey class). We turned into small children as giggles of fun and excitement exploded around the room, as 19-21 year olds turned into 9-11 year olds. fan-flipping-tastic.

STOP THE BLAM!

STOP THE BLAM!!!

Flaws

I've been thinking lately about how flaw ridden I am. Things I ignore about myself, that I know need correction, that have lately been brought to light. I often have a very ungracious attiutde toward people I have no patience for, or people I won't even give a chance. Today (and right now) I saw a man on my street who's living in his car, right next to my house. Naturally this causes some alarm, and annoyance because he is, even as I write, blasting Mexican music (which I've learned to love since moving here because it's a little slice of California, but it's not so nice when it's right outside your window). But this morning, as I was going to go to church, I said, "what in the heck does that guy think he's doing?" This was ungracious. Maybe he has no where else to live. Maybe he's working on the constuction site right accross the street from my house, and that is home for him. Regardless of his reasons for being there, I shouldn't have said it.

Today in church I was lauding how much I loved this church. and yet every sunday, at almost any church, I nominally enjoy church, and yet I can't wait till church gets out, so I can go home and loaf. it's like "only 10 more minutes." I need to enjoy the body of believers, and not see church as a chore.

There have just been certain attitudes and things I've said online and at home, which have proven disturbing to me about myself. I need the Lord to show me and give me the fruit of the spirit which is self-control, love, and joy.(those are the ones I need). i think I overlook attitudes when I think about sanctification. When I think about sanctification, I think of God getting rid of sin. But not like, subtle sins, like ungraciousness, but big ones. And so I think, well, i'm off Scotch free, I've got nothin left! And yet there's still this hornets nest left in my heart that needs to be dealt with. Lord, take care of the hornets nest!

Blast Dang it I've been tagged!

10 years ago:
I was 9 1/2, homeschooled, really, really nerdy, and glad my daddy was alive.
Five years ago:
I was 14 1/2, a freshmen in high school, getting comfortable with myself, and was a nerd for Jesus. (I witnessesd a LOT! I need to pick that trait back up). I had super-long hair, too.
Lat year:
I was in England, frollicking about the coutryside, taking in the smell of sheep dung, and enjoying mulit-culturalism. (and sucking tea through a penguin).
Now:
CIU all the way. Living with three-fourths of my immediate family, growin in Jesus some more, and enjoyin a guy named Rieppe!
Yesterday:
Went to lunch with the Humanities girls at CIU, went to WalMart, read, and watched the long trailer for The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. So excited!!
5 snacks:
Penguins, Ritz Crackers, Pirate's Booty, banana and milk, and tortilla chips.
5 songs I know all the words to:
The entire album of Abbey Road (beatles), Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan, If you find yourself here, Copeland, Piano Man, Billy Joel, and the bus song, Steve Morris
Things I would do with $1 Mil:
Buy off college (I don't think you can do that), get out of debt, buy a car (after I learn to drive), go to freakin Europe, feed Africa.
5 places I would run to:
San Deigo, Carnforth, Blythewood, Ontario, jesus.
Things I would never ever ever wear:
a thong, tapered snoewash jeans, heels, those creepy lace shirts that people wore in the '90's, a mullet.
Biggest Joys:
Jesus, babies, when it's raining outside, but you're inside with a fire in the fireplace and mug of cocoa and an old movie, hearing the phone ring, and having it be the person you most want to talk to at that moment, going to a new country.
Five fictional characters:
...Edmond Dantes,...St. John Rivers,...Prince Caspian...Colonel Brandon...Capitain Wentworth.
Five people I tag: Meghan Hazleton, Kaylie Wilson, Josh Schreck, Janice Rae, and Danny (if he has a blog)

Blog Spam

I think I just recieved some "blog Spam" on this baby. Can I now coin a phrase?--"blam" (blog Spam) If you don't know what I mean, read the comments on the below entry.

Fear

Tonight I sat on my back porch, in the dark...with the bugs, and watched the lightening in the distance. I realized, at that moment, that I was free from fear. I was faced with things that would once cause agitation, but now merely form a tranquil, enjoyable atmosphere. All the fears that I could think of were gone. Past, future, rejection, being fat or skinny, insects, the dark, and lightening together, had faded into mere memory, as a child wakes up in the morning to find the dark was gone, and breakfast was ready.

Do Blogs Need Titles Per Se?

I'm having frustrations with technology. (I still love technology, but not as much as you you see...but I still love technology, always and forever, always and forever...) It tells me I need to change something to a specific file type, which I do, and it tells me I'm wrong. Hey, who's the superior being here, me or the stupid computer? Hey, Mr. Internet, I was made in the image of God, you were created by some really rich nerd! I find living with a two-year-old fun and challenging. Fun because he's cute and funny, and I love him as my nephew, but challenging in that he cries a lot, and sneaks into my room and wipes my mascara all over my computer and CD's. Hey, here's the other challenge I have with technology. My computer is slightly outdated, so all the cool stuff that people can do with their blogs like post pictures on blogger or say what I'm currently listening to or reading on xanga, doesn't work on my computer. There's a LOT that doesn't work on this computer. So, sure, I can go to someone else's computer to do that, but someone else's computer doesn't have my pictures on it.
Today one of my eyes was really, really bloodshot. I knew full well, based on the fact that I had looked in the mirror that morning and that it was stinging and hot, that my eye was red and bloodshot. and yet so many people felt the need to tell me that I was having problems. Sometimes I am amazed at the lack of tact some people have. "hey, your eye's all red!" "are you serious? I had no idea because I'm one of the most non-vain people on the planet and I didn't look in a mirror ten minutes ago." Last week, I was feeling quite sick and queasy in the Student Center at school, so I got up to go lie down and take a nap. Later some guy that I really don't know at all said, "yeah, you were like...green today".
Thank you kind sir, for your inspiring and edifying comments.

Ode to Joy

May I just say how stange life is. How wonderfully, stangely, mysterious it can be. Certain joys, emotions or feelings that no one in the English language has yet put a name to, things I've never done before, but sort of, which are freakin amazing. Have you even felt like the ground didn't exist? You're kinda walking, but it's just a figment of your imagination, it's just air. A moment feels like a thousand years, but it's really only five minutes, of agony, tension then birthed into euphoria. Total freakin, what the heck happens next, euphoria. Oh the joys I've never known, and was dead scared of my entire life!

never mind

wait! it works! sweet, now my life can begin. so I really love blogging. I am an addict. So much so that I got a new one. So my peoples from Capers, this is your site!! you can read what goes on in my life, right here, right now.

Why doesn't My blog exist?

This frustrates me. I feel like I'm blogging for myself. Because when I go on to my blog site, it doesn't really exist. I want to exist, so bad!