Thursday, December 2, 2010


The female heart and the hard boiled egg. 

Once upon the beginning of time, the Creator designed the egg. Flawless. Beautiful. Purposed to give life.

God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.

Then the egg fell. The egg fell into a pot of

When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

But all was not lost. Even though the egg could no longer reach the perfection of its original purpose, it still had so much value. It still contained life-giving nutrients and a richness that could nourish and sustain.

...she would become the mother of all the living

But there was a catch.

The goodness of the egg was surrounded by a shell.
The Creator purposely designed that shell. Strong enough to hold the beauty of life yet weak enough to be completely removed... the Creator intended one to come to free the egg for its true purpose.

That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife...

It would be a delicate process. Sometimes the shell would stick. Sometimes it would slide off without the deserved effort and sometimes it would only come off bit by bit. The egg itself could crack if one was not careful and if dropped the egg would be of no further use.

Then the one intended to be the intended came along...

A long glance,
a moment,
and the pursuit began - a small crack appeared.

A confession from the heart,
a sweet kiss,
and quality time spent - a piece fell to the ground.

A promise made,
intent declared,
and trust was given - the crack in the shell branched and multiplied into ten.

And then intended and the intention were gone. And the egg was left with the broken pieces.

Do not gloat over me, my enemy! 
   Though I have fallen, I will rise. 
Though I sit in darkness, 
   the LORD will be my light.

Someday, as I am running with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength towards the Lord, I will look to my right or to my left and see someone running next to me.

Glorify the LORD with me; 
   let us exalt his name together.

Take my hand. Lets run this race together.


Dear Patsy Cline.Your classic song is fab and one hundred percent worthy of blog analysis. However, I am not going to devote this blog to the craziness of trying to find love. Should I ever decide to tackle that sticky subject, you will receive your well deserved shout out. In the meantime, I needed to borrow your song title for the following...

(Crazy) things that do not make sense to me:

  • songs about being special played to universal audiences
  • if accept and except mean such different things, why do they have to sound so similar?
  • urine is one of the cleanest substances around...shouldn't we wash our hands to go to the bathroom?
  • the appeal of the Robert Pattinson 
  • religious tolerance - if I don't tolerate you and you tell me I should be tolerant then your not tolerating my intolerance and we are right back where we started
  • the D grade - so...your so much of a failure you couldn't even fail all the way? 
  • the lyrics to "kiss from a rose"
  • uggs- boots that you can't wear in the rain
  • jumbo shrimp....?
  • jeans without the butt pockets
  • Obama's abs 
  • purchasing a coupon book
  • government money used to search for extraterrestrial we not have enough problems with the life on our own planet? 
  • children's bible stories- a brutal drowing of all mankind...but look at the cute little animal couples 
  • the difference between your and you're (yes, I am aware this is just me)
  • snack time at kid's soccer games - isn't exercise the point? 
  • lady gaga- whats that madonna? your upset because everyone thinks lady gaga did it first? Yes, I would be too
  • why we named serious diseases giggle-worthy names 
  • light mayonnaise 
  • going to dinner on the first date - nobody looks good while they are eating
Am I alone in these thoughts? 

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


This blog (titled after the popular jingle) is to display once again my love of irony.

Let me tell you a true story.
For a school field trip... let me stop right there.

Yes, I am in college. How am I still going on field trips in college!?!... What? Yes. I do go to community college, why?.... oh... never mind.

I went on a school field trip to a water and sewage plant to learn more about the recycling process of water. It was torture. Don't get me wrong! I am a big fan of recycling. I always recycle everything all the time except when I don't feel like it or if I forget.

I even dress like I am a person who recycles. You know what I am talking about... you see "me" all the time. Plaid shirts, vests, and no matter what style of shoe I wear they always seem to be some shade of diarrhea brown. And I always have a bag. Not a purse! A bag- complete with an over-the-shoulder strap and completely unnecessary amount of spare change and chapstick.

Anyways, they begin our tour of the water recycling plant with a lecture so long it would put any high school graduation speech to shame. Our guide went on and on about the garbage collecting in the ocean and the danger we have inflicted on the sea life due to our ignorance and selfish actions. But I don't remember too much of what the guide actually said because I was really thirsty and I didn't think it would be a good time to dig through all the junk in my oversized bag (I always have it) and pull out my plastic water bottle.

We then tour the plant. It was actually moderately interesting. There was even a thrilling moment where I almost died by falling into the buoyancy-reduced water. My fellow classmates and I furiously scribbled down notes as we went to ensure we got our full ten point of credit for being there. Well, that was my reason. One older student actually seemed interested. One younger student was drawing some animated character. It looked dangerous. One male student wasn't even making the effort to look like he was mentally present. And one female student forgot her pen.

Our tour guide was brilliant. She would say "Pay attention! I am about to give you an answer for your notes!" before she said anything she thought we should know whether it was in our notes or not and she would open her eyes extremely wide when she was making a point. This was so intimidating that even absent-minded-boy made the effort to tilt his head to the side and nod like he was listening. Her concluding speech heaped a fresh dose of guilt on our heads for our neglect of our precious planet and we all turned to bolt out as quickly as our sneakers could carry us....


Our (brilliant) tour guide called.

"I have a gift for you guys before you leave!"

I kid you not. She gave each and every one of us a PLASTIC BAG full of PAPER pamphlets that read... again, I kid you not....

You are the solution to pollution.

I almost dropped the whole "gift bag" down the nearest storm drain because the irony of a fisherman coming across poor Peppy the Porpoise choked to death on a plastic bag that states we are the solution to pollution was almost too great to resist. But fear not reader! I resisted the urge.

My personal longing to go to great lengths to achieve humorous irony aside...I leave you with a sincere thought. The truth is taking care of our planet is important and I believe the solution for our planet lies in individuals cutting back on personal wastefulness.

Live the change you want to see.