Sunday, December 24, 2006

My doctor said take it easy. But your lovin is much too strong

merry christmas all. i leave today after working the nuttiest shift ever. i promise you, i never thought my life would stay this hectic. but evidently it doesn't just change overnight like i thought it might. :) anyhow. thank you to all of you who have been so kind as to tip me at "the doc's" (as dave or jason might say) lately on fridays. i appreciate the support. and yes, it really is hard work. anyhow. i want you all to have a great christmas. as many of you may know, i am going to california for christmas. i will be leaving this mid-afternoon. i will return next saturday evening. if there is an emergency please call my cell. another # will be on there if you cannot reach me on my cell. again, i appreciate all of your (collective your) kindness in the past month. i could not have survived without many of your (Again collective) jokes, smiles, hugs, and just listening ears lately. i do not deserve you friends. but yet, you're stuck with me. thanks. have a very merry christmas and i will see many of you in the new year.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

I put a spell on you, when I awake I'll be the first thing you see and you'll realize that you love me

Let's play, "Name that Band!" every post i will have a lyric or two from a song, and you (my 2-3 faithful readers) can try to see if you know the band. so the first was a few ago, so let's just start with this one.

On another note; I've been doing some thinking about things lately.
First: free masons, cult or not?
second: are we a sexuality driven society? (stolen from Paul Krygsman... but it's disturbing me)
third: are we an easily offended nation of people?
fourth: why do Christians try to make it so that God has a view on politics of today? (don't get me wrong, i think he cares about what's happening but I also think that's why he gave us free will... to figure these things out.)
fifth: how do we as Christians, in a secular society, learn to appreciate the different views people have, without judging them and telling them that they're, well, wrong. (this of course does not mean we need to accept their views as our own. or even agree with them.)

On a lighter note; my cousin, Janel, turned 23 yesterday. She's starting to sound responsible and older, but I assure you, not so. :) Just teasing, she's getting more responsible. Not older though. Anyhow. Story for ya'll; SO on her birthday Janel woke up to something I can consider nothing less than hilarious, thoughtful, and sweet. Her younger brother (20) and younger sister (16) baked her a cake and came in singing happy birthday while her younger brother played the harmonica. Yes, harmonica. I had no idea that the harmonica was such a versatile instrument, you know; folk, emo, indie, and apparently the not-so everyday happy birthday. All borrow this instrument and in different, very different music. Well. That's all I've really got to say for now.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

passing through unconscious states

it's been a really long day and it's hardly 1:30p. i definitely need some bean time today. dealing with all this is really taking it toll on me. listening to the wicker park soundtrack. it's awesome. the stills, the shins, snow patrol, death cab for cutie (yay!), broken social scene, legends, just to name a few of the artists. really therapeutic. i definitely need some relax time. we're hoping the people's who's van i hit will let mark fix it. (which will cost us around $300 instead of $1500) so we are hoping and praying for that, all of you, PRAY! so i finished reading "Blue Like Jazz" by Don Miller. I definitely recommend it, don't get lost in the first few chapters, keep on and it will begin to make sense, though he still rambles a bit. i loved it. on to "Searching for God Knows What". I already started that one, another good one. :)

Monday, December 04, 2006

#3

i have a tradition. every year around november to december, i wreck a car. well folks! congratulations to me on 3 years running! yeah. i suck. nothing more is needed.