recharged

I'm going to be real. It's not that I'm usually fake...but this isn't the easiest thing to admit.

Ok, this is just what happened to me, and I'm excited.

Honesty, here we go:

Sometimes, I don't really feel like having a quiet time with God. Sometimes, I feel like my life is just rolling along smoothly enough, and I'll forget that I need some time with God, since He's the one who has blessed me with so much. I buy into the lie that I'm smart enough to figure things out and that everything is "ok".

This is wrong thinking.

Today, I half-heartedly got out my journal and Bible, unsure of where to start my reading.
I flipped to Psalms, skimming through, until I hit Proverbs 2 and 3.
Then I was hit by the relevancy of the words. They were jumping (not literally) off of the page and screaming, "Hey!! OVER HERE!!". It was like reading a letter written to me.
It fit exactly what I've been thinking and worrying about lately.  It answered all my questions and worries.

A conversation overheard

(At the DMV, waiting for a picture to be taken.)

DMV lady: "Sir, you're going to need to take those glasses off, please. We need a picture of your face."

(sitting in front of the camera is an obvious hipster.  He's a guy with an afro. He's wearing gray skinny jeans, ankle boots, and a black jacket -- embellished with sequins. The look is pulled together by his hipster glasses. You know, the glasses that look like Buddy Holly's: 

The glasses supposedly say, "I'm cool, without even meaning to be. I'm comfortable wearing these semi-ugly glasses. I have confidence." But since it's a trend, there are many people doing this...so it ruins the cool factor. Back to my story:)

Guy: "What? But these are prescription!"


Lady: "Sir, you didn't need them to pass the vision test, and you also didn't use them for the driving portion of your examination. They're not necessary to driving for you. So, please remove them."

"But they're my prescription glasses! I need to wear them."


"Sir, like I said, they're unnecessary for driving and they're obscuring your face."


"Why you gotta have an attitude with me? These are my glasses, and I have a prescription for them!"


"Take off the glasses so I can take your picture.
*he complies*
Very good, now will you review the information listed here and make sure that it is all correct?"

"Yeah, yeah it's fine. But these glasses are prescription, I'm telling you..."

Things To Remember If I Ever Become an Evil Overlord

It's Monday. Ew. I'm working on my plans to overtake the world, and this is what I must remember: 

1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.
2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.
4. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
5. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.
6. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. Actually, on second thought I'll shoot him, then say "No."
7. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labeled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labeled as such.

Excellence.

So, blog readers, I have a confession about my character.

It's a weird paradox of sorts.

I admit that I can be über-motivated and competitive. A serious go-getter. Between Mary and Martha in the Bible [see the story here], I'm mostly a busy-bee Martha. I like doing things to help, and I get annoyed by people who are seemingly "dead weight".

 On the flip side, I can be chillaxed to an infuriating degree. When I feel daunted by a task, or I don't feel like pursuing it, I'm simply mediocre. I annoy myself with apathy.

 I never wanted to be an all-or-nothing sort of person, yet here I am with this dilemma.

*insert inspiring quote*

I quite agree with what J.R.R. Tolkien had to say about critics, even though he was referring to an actual published book and not a blog. It still works, at any rate:

"Some who have read it,
or at any rate reviewed it,
      have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible;
and
I have no cause to complain,
              for I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kind of writing that they evidently prefer."

Way to stick it to the man, J.R.R.!

a small reminder of youth

On Wednesday, I participated in a conversation that was most humorous. I was talking with two 9 year old boys (O and B), and another adult.

Adult (to boys) : So, what do you want to be when you are older? A doctor, maybe? 

O: No, not a doctor! That's boring. I'm going to be an agent. 

Me: An agent? ...like a secret agent? 

O: Yeah! With the cool weapons and gadgets. I'll kill people. 

Adult: Kill people? Ugh, that does not sound good at all. I don't think that's a good job...

O: Well, I only kill the bad guys. I'm good at it. 

Adult: I guess that's better. That's still a dangerous job. Your wife will worry all of the time about you when you're on missions. 

O: What? A wife?!? I'm NEVER getting a wife. BLECH. 

Me: Why not? 

O: Because getting married means you have to be around a girl. 

B: Yeah, that is SO GROSS. 

O: You have to say you love her and act like you like her. ewwwww!

B: and then there's kissing on the lips! You have to kiss her on the lips. Groooosssss, gross, gross. I would NEVER do that. I never want a wife.

O: Ewwww, kissing on the lips! Never!

We changed the subject. 

Math math math

Math math math math.

I wish the lie that was prevalent in 1950 held true today...
Seventeen magazine said that math wasn't a girly subject. "Math is best left to real brains."
Ha. Hah.
.

...Oh wait.

That would make me....the inverse of "real brains"??

Uhmmm. Perhaps math is a wonderful thing!
I take that wish back.

No magic lamps around? Whew.

Bemused...

Well, here goes. post #2...

This blogosphere thing is pretty neat.

as Albert Einstein said (Quote of the Day!):

"Logics will get you from A to B, Imagination will take you everywhere."

(so I'm blogging, but there isn't much logic for it...)