Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Coffee in my blueberry mug

I'm sitting at my lovely little computer this morning, wishing I didn't have to get up off my lazy butt and go to class.  It's cold, it might rain, and I just feel plain lousy.  

But one thing I do have going for me is the delicious cup of warm chocolate flavored coffee sitting beside me, one very deserving of my last dollup of vanilla creamer.  It's time to go to the grocery store!  

All right---the verdict is in.  I have just decided I'm going to skip my first class.  I haven't intentionally skipped a class in like 2 weeks! That's pretty good for me :o/  I think a little nappy might do me well...and then I'll try to work on my paper that OH I have procrastinated on.  It's due April 20th.  "the theology of Marriage" This paper is laying the groundwork for future studies I want to do on divorce and how kids are affected by divorce.  I figured instead of wallow in my own pain, I should do something about it! I want to design a program/curriculum for churches to use to start support groups for people going through divorce...as well as adult children of the divorce, teens, and children. It's going to be quite an undertaking...but hey, anything is possible!

Ahhh, I love skipping class. I'm going to go enjoy this hour and 1/2 ;)

Monday, March 30, 2009

Adam and Eve...part 1

...And I "blew into his nostrils the breath of life"...

He stood up and dusted away the dirt that covered his carefully crafted body.  He opened his deep brown eyes and was astounded at the sights and sensations.  The colors were so vibrant- the lush cushy deep green grass under his clean feet.  The intense blue sky reflected off the flowing streams all around the garden.  It was so gorgeous- all my splendor imparted into each molecule and organism.  But my most beloved creation was Adam, in whom I placed a soul, a most complex brain, and then-a heart, a heart to love me back with. Each function of his body was designed by the Spirit, my beloved Jesus, and I.  Many ideas and perfections combined to form a sort of proto-type of us.  Our breath and pieces of our perfection we interwove into this complex being.  Like the angels, but with a most important trait: his free will.  He would use this to praise and glorify us, his very creators! I entrusted him with the beautiful garden, things great and small- and in this gigantic task I equipped him with the abilities to accomplish such an endeavor; I gave him strong hands and muscles running through every inch of his statuesque body.  And, Oh how I loved him! This beautiful man made in my image! I could cry just speaking of him, for I read his soul and it embodied so much purity.  I warned him, though, "you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat of it you will surely die, my beloved son."  For I knew that I must protect this son of mine from the evil one! Also, My knowledge and wisdom were far too powerful for this creation to handle, in his finite mind.  He smiled in understanding.

I chuckled with Adam as he murmured his first words and felt the vibrations charge through his vocal chords.  He was delighted in every way, as was I!  As he named the species, one by one, he realized more and more how creative and powerful I am! It was so fun to see him discover each special piece of our unique designs.  We watched as Adam carefully tended to each section of the garden with ease and fervent care.  All the while, I sensed his deep unspoken longing for a partner to understand and share in his joy.  I looked from species to species of animal; the ferocious and sturdy lioness-the confident, playful chimpanzee- the colorful and glorious peacock...but none of our brilliant creations were suitable for my beloved Adam.  Who could I create for him to give him even a glimpse of the love I have for him, for I knew his small heart couldn't withstand the magnitude of my powerful Agape!  

After pondering and replaying my perfect plan with Sari and Jesus, I imparted a deep sleep upon Adam (a holy anesthetic!) While he lay asleep on the soft ground, I took one of Adam's ribs and tenderly sewed him back up.  While he was healing, I formed the rib into a most beautiful version of my son, in a way that would complete him. 

When they awoke, you couldn't put a price on the astonished look (not to mention a pounding heart) that overtook Adam.  He grew short of breath and I steadied him with my right hand.  Adam was virtually speachless.  He studied and observed the contour and curves of Eve's body.  This breathless look I'll never forget, but then again I remember everything :).  He touched the scar on his left rib, then smiled up at me.  He acknowledged me for this gift.  So pure and vast was the gratefulness of my Adam's heart.

Oh as I looked down at the very first man and woman, I was overwhelmed at the glory they embodied.  They marveled at one another, and again, all I could think was how good creation turned out.  And for a split second, every person who would ever be flashed before my blazing eyes, and I cried out with joy! 

I refreshed the land from within. I cared for these two beings as much as I cared for my own son, Jeshua. My Agape was abundant in the land...and the two found a soft place under a flowering willow, where they began to explore each other with wonder and awe....

**this is just a little creative spin on how I picture the beautiful creation of humanity.** 

And there's probably more to come ;)

Friday, March 20, 2009

A bash on scrunchies...when you are wearing them XV years too late...

Have you ever seen someone wearing a scrunchie? Of course you have...in the 1990s! They were the coolest accessory around. A little scrunch of cloth around a hair tie, usually complimenting the outfit with ease. But I must say, if there is an accessory today that can send someone's style swirling down the wrong path...this one is it.

There was a girl in my class this morning, and usually every morning, who ties her ponytail back with a big blue scrunchie...Now I'm not saying that she's a bad person. But honey, scrunchies are 10+ years out of style. Heck, scrunchies were hot back then. YOu could wear them over a low ponytail, on your wrist, or however else you wanted to wear them. But girl, you are screaming to the world "I am still living in the 90s!"

These twentieth century pieces of scrunched up cloth are old school, in a semi-trashy way. My apologies to you if you still wear or like scrunchies. But, c'mon guys, we live in 2009! Wrap your hair tie in your own hair, wear a headband, wear pig tails, wear a banana clip, but just don't take the path of the forbidden scrunchie. It's kinda really...just old but not vintage or cool, you know? I hope I'm not alone in this thinking.

The 90s were sweet in their own way! You had:
1) People freaking about Y2K...stocking up their basements with food and water, as if that would have helped if the world ended.
2) The rise of boy bands. Oh yes, the heart throbs of every girl...Disney can make people fortunes.
3) MarioKart as the coolest game in the world
4) The rise of Ultimate Frisbee
5) Nickelodian (sp?) shows like Rugrats, Doug, and Are you afraid of the dark? (which scared the crap out of me!)
6) Umbro soccer shorts...soccer's innate coolness
7) Charm bracelets
8) The coolness/newness of lunchables
9) Beanie Babies..I still remember the name of my first one
10) Walkmans/portable CD players...old school version of ipods...and now they're like 5 dollars
11) Pogs
12) Warheads
13) Saved by the Bell and Boy meets world
14) Snap bracelets
15) THe yoyo craze
16) Surge...the coolest soda around...now we have surge on steroids: rockstars, monsters, and rediculous energy drinks/pills/gum/etc

If something is on this list, don't you think it should maybe stay in the past?

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Quirky Me

Mind Querks:

If you’ve been around long enough, or maybe if you’re quirky like me, you will realize that our minds are a strange place.

Here are some of my brain quirks…weird things I think and do on a regular basis:

1) When I’m running or walking outside and I see an ambulance with the lights off, I always think “Okay, body, if you’re going to have a heart attack, faint, or something else crazy, do it right now because then they can be my hero and save me!” Not that I want to have a heart attack, but that would be the opportune time.

2) If I see an ambulance with the lights on, I always pray for the person inside but I don’t think that’s too quirky.

3) I always do weird things with my fingers, like tap beats, but then I always have to do it with the other hand too, or I just can’t stand that both sides of my body aren’t equal.

4) I have an obsession with words. Sometimes I will get one stuck in my head all day long and just repeat it over and over…like a song but it’s just a word. It gets very annoying sometimes. One word in particular that seems to creep steadily into my dendrite infested mind is: juxtaposition. I don’t use it in conversation a lot, but it’s just a perplexing and “yummy” word you might call it. Just say it out loud, “JuX-tuh-poh-zih-shun” (would that be the correct phonetic spelling? Haha. I also love and get the word absolution stuck in my head.

5) I don’t want to touch a cup full of cold icee or frappucino goodness or fruity smoothie with my warm hands…I will never hold it where the liquid is because I don’t want it to melt or get warm! I usually drink these drinks quickly…I never get to savor them because I’m so afraid that it will be runny at the bottom if I wait even 14 minutes!

6) I also drink hot drinks fast so they don’t get lukewarm, but if they do, I won’t usually drink the rest.

7) I have an obsession with homophones. I made a list when I was like ten years old of like 100 or something homophones that my dad and I could come up with (i.e. Sunday—Sundae, eye—I, cite—site, etc.) and the good ones were the TRIPLE homophones (pair—pear—pare, two—too—to, their—they’re—there) and if you can think of a quadruple homophone, I think I’ll buy you an ice cream cone. No cheating though! (like google...defintiely a cheater’s site…haha)

8) When people say “oh my God” I hate it so much. One time in my bible study growing up, I heard that it’s like an arrow piercing God’s heart when people say that because they say his name in VAIN and it makes him really sad. So whenever I hear someone say that or a version of it, I say “I love you God” ten times so it makes God smile again. HAha. I’ve just always done that.

9) When I read, I write down big words that I don’t know and look them up in the dictionary afterwards. I want to have a BIG vocab…can you blame a girl?

What are your quirks?!

Monday, March 2, 2009

Dr. Seuss, Seussical the Musical

I'm sorry I keep posting on accident! Here is my real post...

So, this is the ironic thing. I went to Google images to find a picture of Dr. Seuss's compilation play..."SEUSSICAL THE MUSICAL" when I saw the Google picture for the day! It's Dr. Seuss's Birthday so the Google people made their ! It was March 2nd, 1904 that Theodore Seuss Geisel was born in Springfield, Massachusetts. Today we pay tribute to Dr. Seuss' 105th! You must be pretty important to make it onto Google's universal radar, don't you think? After all they get approximately 112 MILLION hits a day!! (http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_hits_does_google_get_a_day)

What is your favorite Seuss book? I was always a little freaked out by "Oh, the Places You'll go, but Green eggs and Ham and How the Grinch Stole Christmas stand out as my favorites.

So I just got a call last night that I will be performing in Seussical the Musical this summer at the QC Music guild! I wanted to be "Amazing Mayzie" but hey, I'll take a chorus role because I love theatre...and I'm energized by being on stage! Plus, the Costumes are SWEET and the music is really fun!

The dates of the show are August 7-9 and 13-18 in Moline, IL. If you can come, you should! Here's the website: http://qcmusicguild.com/images/2009-seussical.pdf

Here are my instructions for this wonderful cold Monday: (Compliments to Seuss)
Congratulations! Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’ll look up and down the streets. Look ’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
Out there things can happen and frequently do
to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.You’ll start happening too!

Seussical The Musical...Oh The places you

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!!