The last day.

Ahhh!!! This is like the last day for me to post in November! And by "the last" I mean "almost the last". Lets see...what has happened in my life in the last month? My sister's birthday, also finding out I'm officially going to be a real aunt!! Very excited about that, even though I somewhat dislike the term aunt. Maybe I'll try to pick something else, like...Jedi. I can be Jedi Mallory, not Aunt Mallory.

What else happened in November? Thanksgiving happened, but mine was probably like yours so no need to go into detail.

It's raining a lot, I should probably go check on that leak in the laundry room and see if its overwhelmed by liquid yet.

Also in November I decided to have another party for my youth group girls on December 10th. I also wrote part of a song. Those are some of my pointed attempts at becoming who I want to be. I think. That is, I think who I'm trying to become is who I want to be. The goings a little rough, partly because I have only a rough estimation of where it is I'm going. Mostly because I have no clue where I am right now, or who I am. I'm heading in the general direction of...somewhere. Oh, and I've lost a couple pounds since last week. That is one destination I know how to get to, even though it isn't fun. At all, but the direction is called Not Fat. 

Ok I didn't want to go a whole month with no bloggings. Preferably I would have several a month, but I've been a little distracted. Here's hoping.

Spaghetti Squash

Yes this is a blog about spaghetti squash. Why? I'll tell you why, because its amazingly delicious. Magically delicious even, if the lucky charms advertisers will let me say that...Here is what happened when spaghetti squash was created. God's like psh, you n00bs want to eat noodles from a box? I mean you'll actually have to take it OUT of the box to cook it?? Oh but you want fast food??! Here, put this spaghetti squash in the oven and forget about it for an hour, then BAM! Noodley goodness!! No preservatives, no HFCS, no added artificial colors or flavors! Take that food industry!!!!!!Props to this website (Kudos for these pictures) that told me just how easy the best thing that ever happened to my oven would be. Guess what else, if you aren't feeling like the laziest person in the universe that just cooked something, you can take the seeds, take approximately 47-53 seconds and separate the stringy stuff from the seeds then make a delicious snack! I am not a professional cook person teacher, so I can't give you specifics but here is my two thoughts: One, cook them like you do roasted pumpkin seeds. If you've never roasted pumpkin seeds there isn't much I can do for you. Knock on your neighbors door until one of them feels bad enough to tell you how. (Told you I wasn't a cook teacher person!) Way number two: Add a small dollop of butter, moderate amount of cinnamon, and an extra yummy amount of your preferred sweetener ex: sugar. (I tried using Truvia, which is my new love). Stir until stirred well, then spread it out on a baking pan/sheet/object. I can't remember how long I baked it for, like 20-30 minutes. Just don't burn them. Then take them out and eat them! But don't burn your tongue. 

Caution: things coming out of the oven are, more often than not, hot! 

Lastly, go buy another spaghetti squash and repeat process until optimum happiness is achieved.

Whats in a title? A blog by any other description would be as meaninful.

At least this one would, cause I got a big chair, a blanket, a cup of coffee, and a Bible. My next plan of action is to sit on the chair, put on the blanket, drink the coffee, and read the Bible. Its probably the first right thing I've done in a while. Not that I spend the rest of my time stealing from old ladies, or taking candy from babies, but I have a lot of hobbies that make it easy to not focus on... anything. But this blanket, its like an iron clad blanket and it won't come off of me until I have spent some time with my Savior. I figure if I claim to know him...I better actually do it. Because at the end of my life its going to be my word against His. And guess whose word wins out? Here is a clue: One of us spoke the other one into existence.

Now and laters

In such a now now generation, where results much be instant, the more instant the better, I pray that God will help me wait on him. Like Psalms 27:14, I need to learn to wait on the Lord. Be strong, and take heart. Its hard, especially when I see something in me that needs to change. Lord can't you change it now?! I see now what I must become...just make me that! I heard from someone, some time ago, that if it took 20 years or what have you, to develop or "learn" a bad habit or character flaw, that it can't simply be "unlearned" in a couple days or weeks. If only I could remember that more often, especially when I need to have a "be strong and take heart" moment. His timing is best, He proves that basically 24/7, but even if he didn't I certainly prove that my timing leaves much to be desired time after time. Amen.

Container of Organs.

Me. Singing this song. Because I like to sing, and I like this song.

My trip to Chicago.

              Blue-Tongued Skink                 

Well, we had to battle sore feet, an un-tooth ache, sleep deprivation, and schizophrenic hobos. But I got to pet a blue-tongued skink------>

Bunch of scared college kids

  
    
and watch a bunch of college kids run away from a skunk.

Cute skunk

Oh, not to mention the WILD PIG ROADKILL!  Not kidding. It had tusks and everything. Sorry, no pic of that. Really though, we went to the Shedd aquarium and had a good time, minus the foot problem and un-tooth ache. We got pretty lost driving around the 14 museum-like looking buildings next to the aquarium. Luckily, thanks to the time zone difference, we had plenty of time to find it since we arrived in Chicago just at the beginning of rush hour...4am their time. Once the parking garages opened we parked, and walked/limped to the navy pier. 

Navy pier was very cool, you can see the spot we watched the sunrise from in this pic.

At that point I was having some serious first world problems, lacking in some American comforts, including food and a restroom. Finally, at the end of the pier, we found a public restroom and some vending machines! I'm pretty sure we weren't breaking and entering...it was unlocked? Anywho everything worked out perfectly for us to watch the sunrise from the very end of the pier (which was off limits depending on which route you took). Me, Don, animal crackers and a scaredy seagull. Believe it or not they won't all swoop down and snatch a French fry from your greasy grip. Where was I? Oh yes, the sunrise. Well it rose, as expected, then we dodged a multitude of joggers as we made our way back to...not on the pier anymore.
Then we found a snazzy little breakfast place where we shared out breakfast (literally) with a presumably homeless guy and a schizophrenic. Except the latter didn't eat any of our potatos. Maybe because the hobo didn't finish them he figured they weren't all that tasty. Or maybe he was just too involved in the heated political conversation he was having. With himself. Guess we'll never know, huh?
So after our cozy communal breakfast we made our way to the Shedd aquarium, which was quite a walk. A fact that we unfortunately didn't realize until the hurting left foot turned into a hurting left body. I just thought of baby monkey riding on a pig, and it gave me the strength to keep on keepin' on! If you have no idea what i'm talking about, refer to the link on the comments section. Not now though, read the rest of my post first.
Sure enough we eventually got there. It was a pretty big ordeal, we spent the better portion of the day there so I'll just summarize:

Whales, fish, and dolphins too

Goldfish eat eachothers poo

Blue tongued skink, a running sink

Poison frogs and turtles on logs. 

Jelly fish, well worth the mention

A theater with 4 dimensions

Some penguins and tropical birds

And a parrot that said no words.

      Sooooo.....that about sums it up. On the way back to our car we decided against the 4 mile walk or so walk, and opted to ride the water taxi! Amazing the car didn't give out in the water. No, no, no, silly! It was a boat taxi! Very fun.We didn't eat anywhere else in Chicago, although I'm told we drove past a famous building. 
      From there we hit the highway, took more pain killers, and bought a new pair of shoes. We decided to stay at a hotel that didn't appear to have any drug dealers checking in (which is more than I can say for the first place we stopped at) and prepared for the next days adventures at Wolf Park in Indiana!

I've recently become a biker.

I have an appointment next week to get "mom" with a heart behind it tattooed on my arm.

No no no, not that kind of biker. A bicycler. The more humanly powered device of the two wheeled variety. And from day one of riding, it was like I aquired some membership card without the flat rectangular part to put in my wallet. I suddenly had a kinship with other bikers. Together we fight rude groups of sidewalk hoggers, obnoxious automobiels zipping by in their 4 wheels of speed, old ladies that don't know how to back out of their driveway, and right turners on red. We have carved a path on those busy roads not paved with sidewalk. We nod knowingly to eachother when passing one another accros the road. We happily veer off the beaten path to let the other cyclist through when entering a narrow path. We bikers must stick together, for we are all we have. We are too slow for the cars yet too fast for the pedestrians. If we don't look out for one another, who will?

Here are some ways to be positive in the face of negativity...

A.k.a what do you do when a big meanie takes a poop on your rainbow? Personally I think it depends on if he got any in the pot of gold that was at the end of your rainbow or not. (If your confused because you don't have a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow, we need to talk about that at a later date) Anyways, if there's no poop in the gold I would probably just buy a new rainbow. Then I'd hire a hitman to take out the goon that's been pooping on peoples rainbows. What a jerk. Now, if your gold is unaccessible due to previously mentioned circumstances, you have to resort to a much more archaic coping mechanism. Inner reflection, contemplation, and some other word ending in "tion". Personally I've been having issues in this area, so I decided to go to the infinitely wise and limitless source:

 

For the most part all of the recommended ways to stay positive were a bunch of mumbo jumbo. However, one article that had nothing much worth repeating had this in it:
"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living."
Actually it should be said that this is a quote by Dale Carnegie, whoever that is, not the person who wrote the rest of the article. And maybe Daley's quote isn't really that deep, but it got me thinking, about that old saying...
"When life gives you dire circumstance that you can't do anything about... make lemonade."

Here is another quote about lemons that says it a little better:

If life gives you lemons, grow a lemon tree. 

When that tree gives you more lemons, make a lemon orchard. 

When that orchard gives you more lemons, sell them and become rich. 

Then next time you see life, you can say, “Thanks for the lemons!”

                                         Life hates people who are grateful for its lemons.                                              

So basically, when you act negatively in the face of negativity, you're only doing yourself harm. Two wrongs don't make a right (for the record though, 3 lefts do). The person that pooped on your rainbow? They are slimy you-know-whats no matter how bad you may feel. And even if the poopetrator is still at large, don't let them bring you down! Can you do this on your own? Maybe, I'm not sure how stubborn and strong willed you are. Me? I plan on seeking the aid of someone even more infinitely wise and limitless than Google. And that guy requires a capital 'G' too...

To make yourself feel better for now, you can listen to this song...aptly titled, "Waiting for a rainbow" [without poop!] Click this link for a not pooey rainbow song

So close

Yet so far. It's like being on a desert island and being so close to water then finding out its salty. Or being on an isthmus and knowing its fresh water but being chained to a palm tree just short of the shore line. Or like being at Mongolian BBQ and being surrounded by people but being lonely because there is so much slightly off-white noise in the background that you can't hold a conversation with the person next to you without yelling but they're all talking to the people on either side of them that isn't you so it wouldn't matter anyways if you could hear them. Why did I eat so much? I'm full and I can't tell anyone I'm full because its too loud. I feel like I'm in a movie and all there's an overload of background noise and the guys working the grill keep interrupting the drone with sharp piercing metallic clashes. Pretty soon I'm going to start blurring my vision as the camera shakes back and forth until I pass out and I'm going to wake up in a hospital bed. Or chained to a wall in a damp cold cellar awoken by the rats nibbling on my toes. Depending on what kind if movie your watching. Oh. I guess it's time to go...I hadn't heard...

Pocahontas

"So where do I go from here? 
So many voices ringing in my ear..."

Why didn't anyone accuse Pocahontas

                                           of being of being a schizophrenic?

What is it in people that makes them think "I can't"? Everyone has dreams. Not many people pursue them. It is because society tells us we have to do things a certain way, and in a certain order? It is because when we are children and we have dreams of becoming unicorns, or learning to fly, or becoming Jedi masters that people tell us we can't? Maybe some of us are lazy, and pursuing a dream takes too much work. Or maybe we are working towards it...we just have a list of things that need to be done before we can really DO. Put in your years of work, then you are supposed to retire and really start living. Or maybe we've just told ourselves for so long that something won't happen, we believe it, and accept it as fact unquestionably. Well I have dreams...but right now thats all that they are. Once I figure out what it is that is holding me back, maybe some of them will come true.

Maybe once I have a place to put it, I'll actually start playing the piano again.
Maybe once I find some self confidence (or God pushes me enough) I'll actually start singing in more places than the car and the congregation on Sunday morning.
Then once I see that these things really can happen, maybe I'll start on a long list of other dreams.

Ok, its really more of a medium sized list, but that just didn't seem like as epic of an ending.

Sermon notes.

In this world...there will be tribulation...but He has overcome the world! I do tend to think when hard times come that God has forgotten us. But I guess that's why he makes a point to mention that we will have hard times. And that he has overcome. He will come, he will rescue. He will. And I'm not a faith mountain climber. But he has rescued me before, and he is carrying me out of the fire. I'm still in it mind you, but He is carrying me. And we're on our way out. He can carry you too, if you'd like, I'll tell you all about it.

Laura Story - Blessings

I posted this on Facebook not too long ago...but sometimes these things call for us to revisit them.

Amazing love.

It's amazing how different experiences in life prepare you for different experiences in life. Its amazing how when you think you lose one thing, you find yourself giving that very same thing to others. Its amazing when you need to hear something, and then you do. Its almost as if there was someone orchestrating it. Its almost as if there was someone planning my path, someone who knows how I will react. Knows my buttons. Knows my breaking point...no, my...turning point. Its amazing what you will hear when you listen. Its amazing what you'll see, when you look. And its amazing what you learn about yourself when you are completely honest with yourself. And its even more amazing when you are honest about yourself...with God. Its amazing...love. I know I'm kind of abusing the use of the ellipsis here, but all of this has been unfolding to me as if I was living in slow motion. And I can't make you, the reader, read slowly...unless...I use...the ellipsis. Anyways, I'm going to tell you about me in hopes that you won't learn about me, but about you.

I am...not loving towards others. I am cynical. I am not forgiving. I am bitter. I am not humble. I am selfish. I am not merciful. I am angry. There is one person that saw that behind my facade. And he knew I needed saving. So he threw a curve ball at me. I am no good at baseball. But when I was on the ground reeling from the blow I looked up...and I saw, really saw, the hundreds of people sitting in the stands for the first time, and I realized that there is more to life than the game I try to play. At first I was angry, on the ground and dirty watching the baseball roll away and I couldn't get up from the pain of the blow. Then...I couldn't get up for seeing all the people around me that needed. That hurt. That have no Savior to lean on. Being on the ball field is safe, I know the rules and I try to follow them and ignore everything else...but lets face it, I'm no good at baseball...its probably time for me to walk off the field and go walk amongst all the people in the stands. Its scary. Especially because I see the guy that threw the curve ball at me, and HEs the one who wants to walk around the stands with me? Is that really safe? Oh...wait...he's the one...that threw the hard ball...that knocked me over...that scuffed my hands...that brought me to my senses...that made me look away from myself...that made me realize what life is supposed to be about...

Maybe that guy is not so bad after all. Maybe he is amazing. Maybe that...is amazing love.

In Soviet Russia vegetables don't like you.

I am eating too many vegetables. Rather, I'm not eating enough delicious carbs!! I miss candy and Cheetos. And to top it off I just found two dog hairs in my food! Dog hair never gets into a bag of cheese-its. Cheeze-its? Now don't get me wrong, I like peas and broccoli and asparagus. I just like crackers and pudding more. Alas, eating pudding instead of peas makes you gain weight and die sooner. Honestly I don't mind the dying sooner part so much, less time looking through a glass darkly is all. But I don't want to live unhealthily, if that's a word. So instead of eating thinly sliced potatoes fried to a greasy yummy crunch, I'll eat some thinly sliced cucumbers and pretend I like them more than dying. :-D

Three lefts make a right.

So hopefully in that "turn turn turn" song you are turning to the left, so that you end up going right. Three rights make a left though, so whats better three rights and ending up left? Or three lefts and ending up right? I guess as long as you don't go with two wrongs to make a right you're doing ok? All I know is I feel pretty topsy-turvy right now. So many things I could do later. This blog is going to be an exercise in frustration I think...

Anyone in the mind reading business?

The beans. They are cool.

I made friends at the store today. What I mean is, I didn't do everything in my power to avoid contact with the other members of my species as was possible. I think it was short lived though. It happens to me, every few months maybe. For anywhere between a couple hours to...half a day. After that I guess I just run out of patience or benevolence or what have you. What do you have?

I may be thinking about kittens, and rainbows, and sunshine, and clouds shaped like happiness...but...
 
Sometimes kittens claw your face off. Sometimes rainbows come after [almost] everything on the face of the earth has been obliterated. Sometimes sunshine gives you 3rd degree sunburns. And sometimes clouds shaped like happiness...well I'm not sure how those could really be bad, it just went with the three things before it so sardonically. I suppose though, that even a cloud shaped like happiness could encompass an airplane causing it to deviate from its course at night and crash into an iceberg. Or something. Then it would be like the happy cloud of doom. H-COD.

Beware the loom of the happy cloud of doom. It looms. The cloud. It cools the air. It cools the beans.

Chain Blogging

1 person in the Netherlands has read my blog. A Netherlandian. Which kind of sounds like Neanderthal, but I'm sure the person in the Netherlandic region was a bright individual. 1 person in Luxembourg, 2 people in each the UK, Germany, and Australia, and 58 people in the USA have read it too.

Well, at least they clicked it and said "Oh, that's not what I wanted!" and clicked the back button. I'll pretend that you read it, loved it, and showed it to your dog. You may or may not have put a pancake on your dogs head in honor of my blog. You didn't show it to any of your friends or coworkers though, because you don't have any. If you did, you wouldn't be wasting time reading my blog...


I'm glad I'm not a lobster. If I was a lobster I'd want to be a wild lobster. That way, if I got caught in a net I might get to be on one of those crazy lobster fisherman reality shows. Captive bred lobsters though...they just sit on top of each other all day. I think its getting worse...when I was a kid I used to see all the little lobster dudes waving at me with their little bound lobster claws. Today I passed a tank and I'm pretty sure most of them were dead. Or at least playing dead in hopes of avert the gaze of the 4 year old kid thinking about banging on the tank to get it to look at him. Kids don't want dead things to look at them.

On the other hand lobsters don't have to worry about work, bills, school, or catching wayward chickens. You know what else lobsters don't have to worry about? Diets. Well, their own at least. They might be a little concerned with a diet that includes them on menu. Right now though, I'm trying to convince myself that this large glass of water is much more tasty than the bag of Cheetos in the kitchen. So far, I'm not buying it. You know what else I'm not buying? More clothes when my current wardrobe suddenly shrinks.

*takes a sip of water*

I think I'll go make myself a salad.

The end of the world...

We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. Why should life be any different? Anything we have is just above and beyond that "nothing". It doesn't take much to be more than nothing. So really no matter what we don't have, it doesn't merit complaining right?

Why does it sound so nice, but end up being so hard to accept.

Sometimes tomorrow is just...too soon. You think and think about something and it seems so far away that its just unreal enough to be ok. Then its tomorrow. And like the song, tomorrow is only a day away. Ready or not, here it comes. Well.

I believe I fall into the "not ready" catagory. But here it comes.

As the saying goes...

Let sleeping dogs lie.

If it ain't broke don't fix it.

If your car registration isn't wavering precariously by your car window as you drive 45 MPH down the road, don't try and move it.

What? That isn't a popularly known adage? Well it should be, if it was maybe I would have decided that tucked neatly between the visor and the ceiling of my car was actually a good place for my registration paper. Then maybe I wouldn't have had to walk up and down a mile of roadway looking for a white paper. There is a surprisingly large amount of white objects on the side of a road and its accompanying ditches. There are also not white paperlike things, like bottles, cigarette boxes, slippers and belts.

Oh well, I had been considering trying to ride my bike to work...

Bald eagles and you.

Driving back from 4 days of vacationing. Some of the highlights include:
• Seeing an American bald eagle soar fairly close almost directly over our head. It was beautiful, majestic even. It was a freaking bald eagle, like you see in books and on animal planet specials. Maybe some of you are privledged individuals with backstage passes to nature, but it was the first glimpse I'd ever seen of one. I hope its not the last.

We saw a lot of other wildlife while up near the wild blue yonder, a turtle, numerous fish, of course squirrels and birds, a rabbit that could have been someones pet roaming the wild northern riverside, several rather large and red headed woodpeckers that amusingly slammed their faces into wooden stumps, a lot of deer, about equal ratio of dead to alive ones, some raccoons, possums, and skunks. All of those were dead. Actually maybe more of the deer were dead. Anyways, I'm alive and presumably so are you.

• Another highlight, the lake! It was too cold for swimming, just right for canoeing and boating. Very pretty for looking at.

What else...
• The demon in the freezer. Not to be confused with the large ugly fish in the freezer, the demon is about smallpox, and it was written by Richard Preston. It was nice to read a 283 page book uninterrupted.

• There was this ventriloquist by the name of ...shoot, what was his name? David Pendleton. He was really really funny.

Lets see, that's all for now. It was a very relaxing vacation so there's not much more to tell, although anthrax, rabies, dirty comforters, smelly water, and my cell phone once again taking the fiery plunge was involved, all in all I'd say it was successful trip. Even though I'll never get my orange highlighter back.

History repeats itself.

So you'd better take notes. There's a lot of things that happened in history that I don't want to live through again. Heck, there's days that I look at the clock and realize that its only 9:30am and I think to myself, "Can I just start this day over? I've already screwed it up, and its still so early that if I could just start over maybe, just maybe, I could do it over and get it right."
Then I realize that the last thing I actually want to do is relive any of it.
But, in reality isn't that opportunity handed to us approximately every 24 hours? And how many days do I start out on the wrong foot off the wrong side of the bed? More than I care to admit. Maybe next time my 9:30 rolls around I can try to focus on making the next 12.5 hours of the day not like everything that happened before 9:30. Then maybe even if I start the next day on the wrong side of the bed, maybe I can manage to at least put the right foot down. Then maybe I'll be able to make it to 10:30 once in a while before screwing up.
So as many of my college bound friends could tell you, if you don't take notes, you're probably going to flunk some tests. If you don't study you're going to end up wasting a lot of money. If you can't remember anything you've learned when its test taking time, all the time and energy you spent studying is worthless.
So take notes. Remember. Review. Life is full of tests, and while they'll never stop coming, at least you can start getting higher marks. For me? I need to remember how God always seems to know just what is going on inside me. And even though I never ever deserve it he gives me what I need. I barely even ask Him for his help. But he graciously gives to me. Sometimes its a bitter medicine to swallow..like God telling us what he hates.

You know what I hate? Cilantro.
Makes me want to puke.







You know what God hates? My trying to be self-sufficient, failing, and becoming apathetic. Makes him want to puke.
Lastly...its Sunday again. God in his mercy and grace has seen fit to stir something in me again. Once again I beg him to keep me racing around the track. When I am weak, He is strong. And I am very, very weak. I don't know what God might want to remind you, but when he does, don't forget it.

This end up.

Contrary to popular belief, life is not like a box of chocolates. Its true that you never know what you're going to get, but even if you pick the orange cream instead of the coconut because there's no more molasses chews, all it will do is leave a bad taste in your mouth and let you down a little, not kill you. Unless, of course, you pick one with a nut in it and you're deathly allergic to nuts. Ok, so maybe the saying isn't so far off after all. On a side note, I want to know why you're willingly partaking in potentially contaminated chocolates that could kill you?? Anyways, the point is it would be really nice if life came packaged with (styrofoam) peanuts and a "this side up" sticker. That way you're at least semi prepared for things to be a little jostled up inside when you get the package and the arrow's pointing towards your feet. But it doesn't, so you can't. You can never know what's going to walk through that door, figuratively or literally. You never know when you wake up in the morning if everything is going to be just as you so carefully placed when you went to bed. So should you throw in the box? Flush the chocolates? No, but maybe start taking allergy shots or get an epi pen. You can never prepare yourself fully for the unknown. But you can get to know the One who is never suprised by anything.

Whats in a blog?

Words by any other format would still just be words that mean nothing. :) And Folgers coffee by any other name would still be better than Maxwell house. Cephalexin by any other name (like Keflex) will still her rid of my dog's bladder infection. Hopefully. And "A Demon in the Freezer" by any other name, would be a silly pseudonym.

Now...now? What about now?

Pain is a very good motivator. Which can be a good thing or a very bad thing. I hope that in my life it proves to be the former. But only time will tell. If its nice. Time isn't usually nice, either.

Skittles and Spiders

Little black spider crawling on the wall. I do not like you, nope not at all. Someone moved the mirror now I watch you fall, little black spider away to hide you'll crawl. Oh dear little spider someone smashed your face, I guess you just weren't meant to live long in this place. Skittles are for eating. Piders ain't. Don't feed the piders to the dog...giver her skittles...not piders...AHAHAHHHHHHAHAHHAHHA. If you give a dog a choice...it'll eat the spider apparently. And the skittles too, just to be clear.

Well I hope everyone had a Happy Easter. Happy Easter to you Malaysians living in Malaysia. Happy Easter to the Spaniards in Spain, and to the Belgians in Belgium. I checked my stats today, turns out thats where some of you are from. Quite possibly some of you inadvertently saw my page because you were searching for something and my blog showed up in Google. If so, I hope you found what you were looking for. I'm not sure why anyone would be googling "Do dogs prefer spiders or skittles?"  But either way, if you did, and that is how you found this post, well now you know that my dog ate both. For the record, I didn't offer her either. The skittles she found on the ground and were somewhere between 1 and 7 days old. The spider was freshly killed by her uncle, my brother-in-law. What are uncles for if they can't feed you spiders?

That reminds me...remember when my dog got a bladder infection? [if you don't, just go to my posts and look for one titled "the plan for today" or something close to that.] Well it was getting a lot better. Now it seems to be back. A trip to the veterinarian is in order.

Don't get me wrong, I love my dog! I am very happy to have her here with me. And...well this constant barrage of "stuff" really gets to me sometimes, usually though it doesn't take too long for me to remember that life is just...lifey like that sometimes, and you need to continue focusing on whats important. This is Easter after all. Jesus, he saw what a messy mess this world was...and he jumped right in, got covered in our crappy crap, and then paid for it all, so we wouldn't have to. So dealing with my dogs bladder infection? Its dealable. Jesus give me strength to keep going!

Can you blog to the glory of God?

I hope so. Jesus died for me. I know I may not get that, I don't fully comprehend it. But he did, and he suffered pain both physical and mental, for me. Count it all joy my brethren when you share in the sufferings of Christ. That may not be in the Bible verbatim, but its in there. If not for the pain, I would forget the triumph. It is a merciful blessing to be reminded that this is not our home. And without pain I never would remember. I may not react well in the pain. But eventually, in hindsight I am thankful for the pain. Thank you for letting me share in yours.

there are no words.

He has done all this...the fear of abandonment he has felt. He made friends. He was close to them. He gave all he was into those friendships. Then they abandoned him. Then he died for them. I have yet to suffer, let alone die for anyone. But I know...I know what it would have been like to be abandoned by them. He mercifully allowed me to share that pain with him. To get it, just a little.

*deep breath*
Lord, don't ever let me forget the lesson of suffering.

Drip drip drip.

I've always enjoyed a good thunderstorm. Day or night, lightening and thunder are an enjoyable sound, refreshing even, so long as Dorothy and Toto don't go flying by the bay window. And who doesn't enjoy falling asleep to the pitter patter, not of little feet, but of rain drops. On the roof, the window ledge, the laundry room floor...wait a minute-its not supposed to rain INSIDE the house! Well now it looks like I'm going to have to fall asleep to the drip drip drip of rainwater in a bucket. I hope we have a big bucket, cause it doesn't sound like  this rainstorm is letting up anytime soon...

Purple Dreamland exploded.

Today is cold and gloomy and cloudy out. And in. I am cold, gloomy, and cloudy! I did manage to do some of the laundry earlier, but I lost all the energy I didn't start out with to finish it. I have a headache. Everything I've eaten today has given me a stomach ache and made me feel nauseated. My bank has the worst hours in the world, second only to my ex-allergist. I've managed to gain weight (although its probably hormone related and will *hopefully* recede somewhat in a few days). And I still have a passionate disliking for PA school. Unlike the rest of the universe. Although that phrase, the rest of the universe, is disproportionally used when one watches a short film posted by Francis Chan for his book Crazy Love. The universe is incomprehensibly large. Like God, who is bigger since he managed to create the thing. He created my degu too, who needs his cage cleaned out like a half-dead opossum needs another hole in its head. At least I answered the phone when my mom called me, I was about to ignore it because I couldn't take any more potential stress. I did answer, and she reminded me that I promised to take her somewhere today. I'm glad I answered, we had plenty of time and it was no big deal. I am conflicted because the shirt I'm wearing I really like and I'm not doing anything good today so I think I'll go change before I get it dirty and wear it another day. I guess I'm supposed to relax, but I feel so lazy most of the time that trying to relax just seems like a silly pointless endeavor. Its more stressful to do nothing when there is so much to do. Otherwise you have to actively relax which is pretty counter-intuitive.  I'm using way too many big words in this blog.

Supercalifragilisticexpialadocious?

Purple Dreamland

Am I the only one that thinks that the Beast is way more attractive than the dude he turns into at the end? The answer is no. Because this guy looks like he is thinking, "Is puberty over yet?"

Poor Belle. She fell in love with a pretty rocking dude, sure he was the strong and silent type-but he was definitely tall, dark, and handsome. This guy? He needs to go back to middle school, cut off that mane and glue on a mustache. The beast could easily pick up Belle and whisk her away to wherever Disney princesses get whisked to. This guy? He looks like he could barely pick up a guy at a gay bar. I imagine he had a lisp as a small child. I suppose there is something to say for being able to marry within your own species. But seriously, if Gaston hadn't had such a pointy chin and smelly socks he would be a much better candidate for Belle. Ok not really, those "masculine" types are not my type.

Actually in light of this image I take back everything I previously said. The parts about Gaston that is, that pretty boy is still just as bad. What can I say? I've always been a fan of the beast:

After all, the movie IS called "Beauty and the Beast", not "Beauty and the Gay Guy at the End".
Kudos to my husband by the way...I wonder if the Beast was Lebanese too? ;)

I accidentally got a pedicure

And I might have accidentally liked it.

Just plain crazy.

I am being pursued by profoundness, biblically befuddled, awesomly overwhelmed. Yes, my arrogance makes me feel as though God owes me. But he does not. I cannot demand a thing of him. He has no obligation to bend an ear towards me. If only I could more easily convince myself of that. TBC...

Not sleep

Well I have my dog back. She ate some food. I really really like her, and I wish that having her was just a little bit more beneficial to her and not just me. But, she is over sleeping on her bed now rather comfortably-it seems she got her fill of walking in between and almost pulling out all of the chords for the game cube. Finishing my drink now and hopefully going to bed soon. There is still a house full of people but that really doesn't bother me. I have a hard time leaving the party-even if I'm not having that smashing of a time. Not that there isn't any smashing going on, there is PLENTY of ssbm happening right now. One down, two to go. I like...ok well I kind of like having people over. *Sigh* I'm doing that thing when I rant and ramble and don't say anything of interest. On the note of my drink, anything mixed with Pina juice is super duper amazing.Nothing is happening on facebook now either. At least my dog ate some dinner. Its 2:30am, and the coffee smells delicious! I hate Ness's character for the record. Whatever record this is. My muscles are an odd amount of sore as well. Shoulders, neck, left side of my back. I'm getting super tired, might have to go to bed before everyone leaves. Which, I guess I don't mind so much. I just don't like waking up alone later or when Don comes to bed. Tomorrow is going to be fun/busy, church and dinner at dennys with Kristen KC and possibly Matt. And Don of course. I think I'm accidentally using this as a journal. Oh well, if one day it ever becomes something anyone reads maybe by then I'll have something worth reading. Right now I think its mostly important that I write SOMETHING. Anything can happen when you are writing something, an epic quote, a poem. Nothing can happen if you are doing nothing? Blinky, Inky, Pinky, and Sue in disguise.

Say no to being on fire! Only you can prevent spontaneous combustion. Good night.

I wonder if anybody is out there?

Probably not. I don't write about anything much interesting, I don't know how this stuff gets out into the cloud. I guess I should read some of the "how to's" for this. I am trying to keep it up, hoping that one day soon I'll have something worth reading. I really am a pretty good writer. I used to come up with all kinds of great stuff and now that I have a blog, to log all things web, I can think of nothing. I guess for right now I'll just keep complaining...heh. I can't breath well, due to the large quantity of abdominal space my stomach is taking up right now. I didn't even drink a bubble tea! One burrito plus two-thirds of a medium frozen yogurt plus a tall americano = so much full you can't handle the b. In this case I think the "b" stands for "breath". My dog is gone, Haiti is still 57.3% poor, and a few million dollars isn't a lot. I don't think i'm the queen of England any more. Sorry that this is so...sorry? Who am I apologizing to? I guess I should never apologize, it is a sign of weakness. I am weak though. Told God that a little while ago. That I was pretty pathetic. I think I even apologized, since I am weak. Sometimes I am stingy too. Pass around the beer. Zomg I'm in a bad m00d. I am depressed.
"Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect bride or a perfect daughter, can it be I'm not meant to play this part?
Now I see, that if I was truely to be myself, I would break my family's heart.
Who is that girl I see? Staring straight back at me, why is my reflection someone I don't know? Some how I can not hide who I am, though I've tried when will my reflection show who I am inside when will my reflection show who I am inside...


Being human sucks. Living in this world sucks. Not being in Florida sucks. My muscle soreness sucks. My temper sucks. My opinions sucks. The little old lady that swallowed the spider must have been bulimic. Everything in moderation. Everything? SI? Ok then, you can have for RB if I can have my SI. I am ooberly full. I would just stop this ridiculousness now since I am saying NOTHING...well maybe I will look up some information on lab machines.

Just left a funeral. Funerals are always the same somewhat. Everyones either making their happy rounds or crying. What are you supposed to do at a funeral when someone asks how you are? You're like well, I'm better than that guy over there.

Oops, read the title.

The plan of action tomorrow:

Plan of action tomorrow Wake up Change name at sec of state Take Katie to rents Work seminar-pick up z/d and triz Back to rents-treat Andy's ears Take Katie home Save Hyrule.

Testing...

What I'd rather be doing right now.

Sitting, waiting, trying not to die.

Sitting here trying not to sigh or roll my eyes.
I don't quite know how I should act, or if I should pretend. I just don't know if I can be everybody's friend!
These people are not my style, whatever my style is. Ill probly never find it, as long as I'm in show biz.

Bubbles, no yogurt.

Sadly Ann arbor seems to be out of frozen yogurt. Well, the good kind anyways. Good old bubble island is open for business though, making this a not all together wasted experience of sleep deprivation. It has already been worth it really, to be allowed the privilege of helping a friend is held in high regard by me. I do hope the dog likes her new cage though. I'm sure it won't be as fun to her as tearing up all the paper products in our house, but it will hopefully prolong my sanity. Blueberry and strawberry light fusion tea, cause I'm all about the splenda. Which has to be true because I have no followers to impress as of right now, this being secundis blogicus. By the way, my phone wanted to autocorrect the word "splenda" to "appendages ". I guess that's the best way to end any blog.

Primus blogus

So this is my first blog, and I don't know Latin. It is a blog of desperation because I am bored. Also, someone I don't know all that well or like all that much told me I should start a blog. Its one of the few helpful things they've said to me. I can say that because its my blog, not yours remember? Anyway writing is something I don't regularly screw up so I figured I might as well give this a shot. There you go. Blogicus beginno. (Not Latin, remember?)