Saturday, December 27, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
We studied all of this in the context of marriage, marriage being a place to build a secure attachment, and to admit the need for attachment. Attachment between a couple leads to intimacy which builds a marriage. However, let's face it, I'm not married. But I still have a need to feel attached. Maybe attachment is what drives us to get married. I know that this past semester was more emotionally difficult than I could have imagined. I know that part of it is because I left a place, where amongst a small group of people I felt attached. I've yet to attach in St. Louis yet, but that's okay, because it's all part of the the process of moving and change. Change can disrupt in a good, yet painful way.
I feel like I should give props to the author who got all of this swirling in my head. Sue Johnson wrote Hold Me Tight: Seven Conversations for a Lifetime of Love. I think it's a worthy read for anyone whose married. For singles, it may scare you about being married or idealize it, so if you read it, be discerning.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Dr. Michael Williams, my God and His Word professor, whom I deeply respect, said in class today, and I quote, "Abraham pimped out his wife twice." After much snickering amongst my classmates and I, he said, "That's the right word for it!"
Thursday, November 20, 2008
With the cold weather comes cold weather clothes, most of which I like. However, the mock turtleneck should never have come to pass. From dictionary.com the word mock means:
|1.||to attack or treat with ridicule, contempt, or derision.|
|2.||to ridicule by mimicry of action or speech; mimic derisively.|
|3.||to mimic, imitate, or counterfeit.|
|4.||to challenge; defy: His actions mock convention.|
|5.||to deceive, delude, or disappoint.|
I would contend that mock turtlenecks fall into the definition of ridicule, contempt and derision. What were the designers thinking?! I feel like the only other thing I have to say is dickies?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
As I was driving to church this morning, I saw this bumper sticker. It took me a second before I saw the fine print of Obama's website. It made me sad.
Romans 8:18-25 says this:
18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. 20 For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.
22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. 23 And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? 25 But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
My hope is in someone greater than Barack Obama, and I will wait with patience.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
|I'm a big fan of knowing what happened long ago on today's date. Here's what happened today.||On Nov. 13, 1956, the Supreme Court struck down laws calling for racial segregation on public buses. |
On Nov. 13, 1850, Robert Louis Stevenson, the Scottish author best known for his novel "Treasure Island", was born. Following his death on Dec. 3,1894, his obituary appeared in The Times.
|On this date in:|
|1775||U.S. forces captured Montreal during the American Revolution.|
|1789||Benjamin Franklin wrote in a letter to a friend, "In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes."|
|1856||Supreme Court Justice Louis D. Brandeis was born in Louisville, Ky.|
|1927||The Holland Tunnel linking New York City and New Jersey beneath the Hudson River opened to the public.|
|1942||The minimum draft age was lowered from 21 to 18.|
|1969||Vice President Spiro T. Agnew accused network TV news departments of bias and distortion, and urged viewers to lodge complaints.|
|1974||Karen Silkwood, a technician and union activist at the Kerr-McGee Cimarron plutonium plant near Crescent, Okla., was killed in a car crash.|
|1977||The comic strip "Li'l Abner" by Al Capp appeared in newspapers for the last time.|
|1979||Former California Gov. Ronald Reagan announced his candidacy for the Republican presidential nomination.|
|1982||The Vietnam Veterans Memorial was dedicated in Washington, D.C.|
|1985||A mudslide triggered by the Nevado del Ruiz volcano buried the city of Armero, Colombia, killing some 23,000 people.|
|1997||The Disney musical "The Lion King" opened on Broadway.|
|1998||President Bill Clinton agreed to pay Paula Jones $850,000, ending the four-year legal battle over her sexual harassment lawsuit that spurred impeachment proceedings against him. Clinton did not admit guilt.|
|2001||Afghanistan's ruling Taliban abandoned the capital, Kabul, without a fight, allowing U.S.-backed northern alliance fighters to take over the city.|
|2002||Saddam Hussein's government agreed to the return of international weapons inspectors to Iraq.|
|2003||Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore, who had refused to remove a granite Ten Commandments monument from the state courthouse, was thrown off the bench by a judicial ethics panel for having "placed himself above the law."|
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
On Sunday night, Suzy, Nathaniel and I went and saw the movie The Secret Life of Bees. This was a most anticipated movie for me after getting completely sucked into the book, written by Sue Monk Kidd. This movie is about relationship, healing, and redemption. It's a crier, people. Don't get thrown off by the odd spirituality portrayed in it, be discerning, because this one is worth seeing!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I loathe buying toilet paper these days. When did it get so freakishly expensive?! I feel like it's such a waste of money considering it's purpose. Plus, it seems like it's even more expensive in St. Louis. Because I hate buying TP so much, it usually takes me a long time to choose what brand I will select. It's gotten so bad, that I compare the price to the overall square feet I could take home. I know what I want, Cottonelle. In my opinion, it's the best, but it's also the priciest. And, it's got a puppy on it. Last Wednesday I settled on Quilted Northern. The commercials are dumb, and who cares if your TP is quilted. I went for the package of 12 double rolls (450 SQ FT, 300 2-ply sheets per roll.) It cost me about $8. Toilet paper, it now costs me time and money.
Sadly, due to its cost, I find myself wanting so somehow ration it, and make 3 square rules for its use. When you live with multiple women in one dwelling, there is usually one person who uses more TP that everyone else. I'm not sure how you can prove it, but I resent her just a little bit. Look what this world is coming to. My sin over toilet paper: greed, coveting, hate, temptation to steal, lack of trust.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The books on the left I've managed to read. The one's on the right, however . . . I'm workin' on it.
My professors have tried to make me feel better about the reading load by telling me they could have assigned more. Seriously? Seriously.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
He writes, "Hope is not naive desire but a calculated risk that declares, whatever the loss, it is better than remaining where we are."
The tension for me is in the risk. I know that pain may be right around the corner, but it is better to experience pain than continue in my desires without taking any action. When I choose to hope, sometimes I experience pain, but more often than not, I experience a hint of my ultimate desire being met: to be known, to be in deep relationship with others. Even in the pain, I feel more alive than when I remain paralyzed by the risk of hoping, refusing to put myself out there, where it is safe, and I am ambivalent, numb, static.
Hoping is embracing the life to which we are called. Refusing to hope is remaining dead to our hearts.
So hope people! It may hurt, but it will be worth it!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Tomorrow I will read about bodily discharge. Now there's something I can handle!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I do not plan on ever joining in on this sort of "fun".
Monday, September 8, 2008
experiencing a longing for one's home during a period of absence from it
acutely longing for one's family or home
longing to return home
They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. I say that distance makes you realize what amazing friends I had back home, and how I kinda took it all for granted.
On Saturday night I came back from an all Covenant BBQ. I watched the last 2 episodes of Gilmore Girls and realized that in saying good-bye to the show, I was dealing with my longing to be in Lincoln where I'm known and loved. I have begun to grieve the loss of close community, and at the same time I hope that it will be created here in St. Louis. I have marked my calendar for my fall break trip home in October. I can't wait!
Lincoln People--thank you for being my friend! You are each amazing, and you each contribute something invaluable to my life.
Oddly, my life right now reflects a country song. I miss my home, I miss my friends, and I miss my dog. But, not to worry, I have beer to drown my sorrows in (just kidding).
Monday, September 1, 2008
On my first day, here's what I learned:
I have amazing, passionate professors who want me to succeed. One of them, Dr. Williams wrote the book Far as the Curse is Found, which I have been reading this August.
For a realist, I'm very idealistic about this season of school.
Take snacks and a long-sleeved layer to 3 hour classes.
This is going to be great.
Hopefully, forthcoming, is a picture of Karen and I on our way to class together. I recalled the pics my mom used to take of my brother and I on our bikes (I had a banana seat) ready to pedal our way to our first day of elementary school, backpacks hanging over both shoulders, attired in new back-to-school clothes. I bought a new t-shirt for Thursday.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
On Sunday, just after church, I got a call from Kaldi's Coffeeshop informing me that I got the job I had applied and interviewed for. I asked what my dress-code would be. The response was, "T-shirts, as long as they are appropriate, and shoes, for your safety". I love this dress-code! Yesterday was my first day. I worked for 6 hours and was completely wiped out. I go back today for another 6 hours. I think I'm gonna like it here.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
In the last two weeks I have managed to watch Seasons 3-6 of Gilmore Girls. I feel like I live in Stars Hollow and that Lorelai Gilmore is my friend. Here's what I've learned from spending so much time with my new fictional friends (television and movies can reveal a lot about one's self, especially since exaggeration of one's perceptions of the world make things so clear):
1. I wish I were more freely expressive and aware of how I'm feeling. I wish when I was angry I could express that anger in the moment, but not in hurtful way to others.
2. Words are powerful. It's so easy to hurt others with uncareful speech.
3. Small towns may not be so bad.
4. I'm glad I didn't grow up in New England in a really really wealthy family. The unhealthy obligations of the rich are so insincere.
5. I hate when pride keeps people from resolving relational conflicts. The show actually induced tears during several episodes when you could see two people in pain over stupid fights, and they missed out on so much because of it (I know it was scripted and fictional).
6. Jeep Wranglers are cool.
7. If Lorelai Gilmore were my mom she would be turning 48 this year instead of 60. I wonder what our relationship would be like if she were a teenager when I was born and brought me up as a single-mom. I'm thankful it's not the case, but TV and make many things look appealing.
8. Manipulation isn't worth it.
9. I wouldn't want to try to attend an Ivy League University, I don't like school that much.
10. I love it when people say what is true, even when it's hard to hear, because that's one way you know that they really see, know, and love you.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I was very excited to finally be in St. Louis, and the transition is now full upon me. I have met 2 of my 3 roommates and they are both great. However, it's still not easy. I feel like every interaction with new people takes extreme effort. I feel like I have been called to be courageous. It's a little bit lonely at times, and I have very little to occupy my time. I watched all of Season 3 of Gilmore Girls from Saturday to Monday. I'm still searching for a job. That's a bit stressful. I started reading "Far as the Curse is Found", since it is required reading for many of my classes. I have sought out Trader Joe's. I went to church Sunday at Crossroads PCA. I liked it. Eric and Elizabeth and Melynda formerly of Grace Chapel were there. That was good. I can't wait for classes to start, to have a full routine.
That's the update. I miss all of you in Lincoln more than I expected.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Here's another thing I like about NPR. Every morning, just about 9:00, Garrison Keiler reads a poem and tells me what happened today in the lives of writers current and past. There's the link as well as today's poem. I like it.
The Good Nights
by Joseph Mills
On the good nights
when the bottle's empty
we always want
just a little more,
half a glass,
a few sips,
can be dangerous
that it can make
so usually we
brush our teeth
let the dog in,
lock the doors,
even as we say
We really should
get ready for bed,
instead of loading
we will search
for the corkscrew,
all the while
shaking our heads
at this willingness
to ignore the clocks
and the fact we have
to work tomorrow,
even after all these years
of the unquenchable desire
for each other's company.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I had a dicken's of a time getting a picture of Crystal for this post. Don't google her, it's weird.
I met Crystal just a few short years ago. Maybe just 2. She and I are both from Norfolk, though I had come to Lincoln already by the time she set foot on Nebraska soil. We got to know each other through leading worship at Grace Chapel and through what is called "Bible Study", though I don't think it's an accurate name for our Wednesday night gatherings.
What I like about YOU!
Crystal is an amazingly talented worship leader, and what especially makes her so is that she can screw up in front of a crowd, acknowledge it, and win them over with her humanity. There just isn't an ounce of visible arrogance in her. She will talk to anybody and make them feel like there the only one around.
Crystal is full of pep and enthusiasm. She makes you want to turn your frown upside down and giggle. And she's witty! Cracks me right up! Very few people can bring out my playful side, but she is one of them. It may be genetic.
My favorite side of Crystal is the thoughtful introspective side. She makes me want to read the Bible, and frankly, that is not something I have done often lately. I am attracted to her relationship with her Savior. The waters run deep, and I admire her for persevering through the struggles and lonely places that have produced much fruit. She is great at asking questions that help me to work out my faith, so that what I believe is reflected in what I do.
She is gracious and always believes the best about me. I can't help but love her!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I met Gina at a Bible Study I was leading in the summer of 2005. She and her husband Scott had just moved to Lincoln from Texas. I felt like I connected with her like a bumble bee and and an open can of Coke. We quickly found out we had quite a bit in common, and I desperately hoped she would like me as much as I liked her. Gina is an amazing friend.
What I like about YOU!
Sometimes I think I get way more out of our friendship than Gina does. She makes me feel like me. What I mean by that, is that it is so okay to be myself around Gina, because I know she enjoys who I am. I can talk dogs, kayaking, coffee, beer, spiritual failings/struggles, and she's right there with me. She's safe. She likes all the things I talk about too, and it makes me feel more at home in my own skin.
Gina has one of the best senses of humor I know. She's the sort of friend that you want all of your friends to know because she is an absolute blast to hang out with. She's one I want to be at every party I'm at. If she wasn't married to such an amazing man, I'd want to have her as a roommate.
She is one whom I have entrusted the deep parts of my heart, where all the pain is. And she can handle it. She lets me be there. She reciprocates as well, letting me in to her heart as well. It just makes me like her all the more. She's direct, and honest and makes me want to love God and people.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
We stared at my new TomTom GPS, which felt like a video game, for most of the trip.
Here's what we listened to. Each time I road trip I like to make a special mix. I really like Track 02:) There is also a song on there (either track 10 or 12 I think) that starts with "You're pretty good-lookin' for a girl". Love it!
I'm Alright Jo Dee Messina Bye Bye
1234 Feist The Reminder
When the Saints Sara Groves Tell Me What You Know
Falling Slowly Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová Once
Least Complicated Indigo Girls 1200 Curfews
Don't Panic Coldplay Garden State
Viva la Vida Coldplay Viva la Vida
If I Had A Boat Eddie From Ohio Portable EFO Show(Disc 2)
Sweet Lorraine Patty Griffin Living With Ghosts
The Day Don & Lori Chaffer & Hey Ruth Old Stuff
High Noon Andrew Peterson Love & Thunder
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Brief History: I met Joie in 2003 upon returning from Zambia. She was to be my roommate, and we would share a closet. After out other two roommates married (not each other), we moved down the street into an apartment, in which we shared a room and a closet. Eight months or so later, we moved again, this time into a house I bought. We each had our own room and own closet. As of June 1st of this year, Joie and I no longer are roommates, though after 5 years of sharing life and space, I still can't help but refer to her as my roommate.
What I like about YOU!
Joie is one of the most passionate people I know. She is passionate in both the ups and downs of her life. She is passionate about people, dance, church, reading, making a great meal, children (who are people too), traveling, art. I don't think anything in the world is blah to her. She sees the world, she experiences it. I think it's what feeds her passion. Joie is amazing at relationships with people, though she might tell you otherwise, let me inform you that she is gif-ted at getting people to open up their hearts so that you can really get a glimpse of them. She's done it with me. Jojg is one of the most compassionate and gracious people I know. She rarely jumps to conclusions about someone's circumstances. At the same time, she doesn't let you off of the hook when what you need is to be challenged about an attitude, action, excuse, hard-heartedness. I like to be right, and I think I always am, but Joie points out the limited reach of my conclusions. It humbles me in the exact way I need to be humbled.
Joie is generous. She truly lays down her life for others. I like to choose the path of comfort and laziness, but Joie will be there, go out of her way, lose sleep, whatever it takes for someone she cares about.
Joie is not afraid to be silly, just for the fun of it. She sings, she dances, she would live a musical if she could. She helps me to slow down and enjoy the moment, have fun, not worry so much about trying so hard.
Joie makes me feel really known and really loved. She is an outstanding friend.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Brief History: We first met while I was home on a 3 week furlough from Zambia. She came over when I cooked Zambian food. Lou thought we'd really connect. Upon returning home permanently from Zambia she became my roommate. However, I didn't recall ever having met her before. We were roommates for just shy of 2 years when she married her husband Andy and moved to North Carolina.
What I like about YOU!
Charity is the only person to whom I ever have given up the mother hen power. What I mean by that is when I live with a group of gals, I am the mother hen. I make sure that all of the household logistics are taken care of. Cleaning, shopping, bills, etc. Charity was the mother hen when we lived together. It was so refreshing. I trusted her completely, and became so reliant upon her, I rarely knew my own schedule. I would ask her what I was doing next week. She didn't know either, but because of her role in my life, I assumed she would and disregarded all time organizational skills that should have been mine. It was lovely.
Charity is smart. Really smart. She makes you think about things you would never think about, or at least things I would never think about. Such as intentionally living in a small space and optimizing it. I think she even knows the escape and defense plan if Lincoln, NE is ever attacked by Zombies. She really gets what's on the news too, she sees the bigger picture of the world and the people in it. She just knows how to think.
One of my absolute favorite things about Charity is her ability to ask really great questions. She asks great questions in such a way that you aren't hesitant to give an answer. You know she really wants to know. And her questions get was down into the core of your heart. There are many memories around our kitchen table, hashing out life, and answering Charity's questions. I value her take on my world, because she helps me understand it. I often wish she were in Lincoln, because I don't always know the questions, and it always seemed to come so easily to her.
Charity introduced me to the pursuit of great wine. That's all I'll say on that one.
I like that Charity can watch TV alone and laugh out loud just as loud as she would if there were someone else in the room.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Brief History: I met Rebecca in 2003 after returning from Zambia. She and her husband lived right next door to my roommates and I on 8th Street. There was way more history there than I realized. She quickly morphed from neighbor to friend. For several years now she and her family have been apart of sharing dinner with me and some other folks once a week. When I'm with her I can't help but be real.
What I like about YOU!
I like Rebecca's gitter-done mentality. She seizes the opportunity to complete. I have few friends who are like me in this way, so I feel a special connection or maybe I just feel more normal and that's relieving.
I love her hospitality. When I go to her place to eat, she brings it all. Homemade everything, uber yummy. We also shares my love for hotdogs.
Rebecca understands what it means to lay down her life for others. She chases after 4-year-old Livia every day, often to the point of exhaustion, but she keeps plugging on. On top of that, she will always, always be there is you need her. She'll be there for you even if it just makes things easier.
Speaking of her 4-year-old, I love her honesty about the challenges of parenting (and marriage). I feel like I always get real life when I'm with Rebecca. She doesn't downplay how stinkin' hard it is to be an extroverted stay-at-home-mom with a spirited child that is living out her sinful nature. I love how she openly communicates what she needs. Such as needing to go out with the girls, away from her child, and drink margaritas.
I mentioned that Rebecca is extroverted. Well, let me tell you that her extroversion is delightful. If she hears us chatting on the front porch she well pop her head around the screen door and either inform us that she's putting on her shoes and will be right over, or berates us about being out there and not calling her. I love it.
Rebecca has the non-emergency police hotline memorized. I think if they still existed, Rebecca's would be a McGruff House.
Monday, June 30, 2008
First of all, she hates having her picture taken.
Brief History: I've know Renae for 10 years now. We figured that out last week. We had a moment. We lived together for 3 years while we both attended grad school at UNL. Then I went to Zambia, but she came and visited me for 3 weeks! After moving back to Lincoln in 2003 we lived together for another 2 years. I moved down the street and then a bit further down the street. Now I'm living with her and her husband for the remaining few weeks/months of my time in Lincoln. You know you have a good friend if they'll stick by you for 10 years and let you move in when you parent's won't (just kidding about the parent thing, but I really can't move back home).
What I like about YOU!
Renae is an idealist and a dreamer. Very opposite of me. But, I admire her for it. As a realist I feel restricted by reality, so I hesitate to freely dream.
Renae is one of the wisest people I know. I think it's a gift, really. She has an uncanny ability to listen and really hear what you tell her, and she speaks some incredible insight into your life. I credit Renae with being one of the primary influences on my understanding who I am and liking that person.
Renae is an amazing hostess. She goes big on parties. She is also artistically creative and will try her hand at most crafts, art projects, quilts. I love that she quilts.
Renae has a crazy memory. She can always give very vivid specific examples of when something happened and how it went down. She can find a paragraph or sentence in a book she read months or years ago in seconds, though there's no need because she just quoted it word for word
Renae is gracious, she is kind, she loves people well. She speaks what is in her heart, so you don't have to wonder if she likes you.
There are many more things that I love about Renae, but I'm only sharing a snippit to keep the mystery of Renae alive, leave you wanting more.
Friday, June 27, 2008
I will be staying in their home in the coming weeks. We may have to recreate the evening.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The movie, sure there's sex in it, graphic sex. I expected there to be. It's called Sex and the City. I'm a Christian, I paid money to see it, and I'd like to see it again. It's a film of love, friendship, honesty, forgiveness, healing, and hope. Sounds a little Christian to me.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Emotionally, honestly, this is harder than I thought. It's closure that I really don't want to have. Good-bye to the first house I've ever owned. I'll stop there. Baby steps to good-bye.
So, if anyone likes to pack. Let me know and come on over.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I think it's about time to start my next batch.
P.S. One may also spell siphon, syphon.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
If you want to read the article, here's the link: http://www.usatoday.com/news/religion/2008-03-19-sin_N.htm
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
We move about wanting so badly for people to like us. In reality most actually do. You have to be intentionally rude or cold to be unliked. Unfortunately, I think it's more because we are self-consumed, we don't spend all that much time internally debriefing social exchanges and concluding how we feel about someone, unless we just met them. We, instead, dwell upon ourselves, debriefing how someone might have felt about us.
Here's what I now believe is true. People like me. I am enjoyable and lovely. God calls me his beloved. He thinks so highly of me, and measures my worth by doing everything in His power to assure that I will have life and relationship with Him. He had me in mind as his Son begged to have the cup of God's wrath taken away from him, and he didn't take it back. He poured out His wrath upon his Son, for me.
Am I liked? Does it matter? There is a God, and He is good, and he calls me beloved and his actions back it up.Can I live a life of hope? Yup. If my hope is in the right place. Can I endure pain and disappointment? I don't really want to, but in relationship to resting in the grace of God and never having to experience the wrath of God that I justly deserve, yeah.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I really like black beans and rice.
When is it going to warm up? I really want to go outside and hang out with my neighbors.
Walkin' in Memphis, do I really feel the way I feel?
My friend Renae is a Momma.
Is it worth it to wash my car?
I'm really excited that Ben Loos is the new assistant pastor at Grace Chapel.
I think change is in the air. Will I freak out or trust God this time?
Is that sound coming from my hairdryer safe?
I should probably buy a new toothbrush.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
taking down and putting away Christmas
deep cleaning and de-hairing my house
watching the TBS version of Sex in the City
not drinking beer
not eating complex carbohydrates
getting a YMCA membership, which I have used twice
reading (I like it)
cooking seriously healthy meals (I'm hungry by the way and I ate 45 minutes ago)
reading the books of Leviticus & Numbers (riveting)
cleaning my dehumidifier
working at Scooters
frequenting Cultiva Coffee (15th and South, check it out, and thencome see me @ Scooters)
Very soon I will be:
getting a haircut
doing my taxes
What do you tell someone when they ask what you've been up to, and you life is lacking extreme excitement?