I would like to bring the following to everyone's attention:
http://www.texasmonthly.com/2009-05-01/letterfromlubbock.php
The best are these quotes from my beloved LBK's spiritual leaders.
“I have struggled to find in Scripture ‘Thou shalt not ever take a drink,’” he told them on the Sunday I visited. “I wish I could point to words that said that. I can’t.”
"David Wilson, the pastor of Southcrest Baptist Church, told me that he believed Jesus had turned water into unfermented wine"
Hilarious.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
My Little Sister
I've been missing some important people quite a bit lately, one of them being my super adorable little sister...so I decided to share some favorite quotables of my favorite person! Cam can always can make me smile, and if you've met her then you understand why!!
"Did you really hit a kid in the head with a brick when you were little? Because one day, in Tuesday/Thursday school, I threw a big rock over my shoulder and hit this little black boy in the head and he started bleeding. Then he told on me and I went to the principal's office - and hid it from Mom and Dad till I was in junior high. Hahahaha man we are SO sisters. Was the little boy black? Just curious...."
"Don't move to Minnesota. Because it's so cold in Minnesota that you'd freeze to death. And everybody knows that freezing to death is like ..... the fourth worst way to die."
"I think a good dating rule would be that if he cheated on me or treated me like shit or broke my heart I could run him over with a car. I think that's a good rule."
"Did you really hit a kid in the head with a brick when you were little? Because one day, in Tuesday/Thursday school, I threw a big rock over my shoulder and hit this little black boy in the head and he started bleeding. Then he told on me and I went to the principal's office - and hid it from Mom and Dad till I was in junior high. Hahahaha man we are SO sisters. Was the little boy black? Just curious...."
"Don't move to Minnesota. Because it's so cold in Minnesota that you'd freeze to death. And everybody knows that freezing to death is like ..... the fourth worst way to die."
"I think a good dating rule would be that if he cheated on me or treated me like shit or broke my heart I could run him over with a car. I think that's a good rule."
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Why not??
Just checking to see what's new in your life...found yourself a girl yet?
Eh, not a stable one.
...Meaning you've found a booty call?
Why must you label everything??
Eh, not a stable one.
...Meaning you've found a booty call?
Why must you label everything??
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Redemption
I found my silver lining! The awesomeness of today's skiing has vastly surpassed the suck of Thursday and Friday's work commute.
Today was by far the best experience that I've had on the slopes all year...with the possible exception of the time I spotted Jesus skiing down Peak 9 at Breckenridge. That was pretty awesome, too.
Speaking of Jesus and Breckenridge experiences....when I die I hope that one of my friends immortalizes their love of my memory in sharpie on the inside of a bathroom stall, right next where someone wrote 'Jesus is life' -- and a second someone crossed out Jesus to replace it with 'weed'.
I'll also have you know that the first time I typed that sentence it read 'if I ever die' and memory was spelled with an ie. It's been a long day and my brain is tired!
Today was by far the best experience that I've had on the slopes all year...with the possible exception of the time I spotted Jesus skiing down Peak 9 at Breckenridge. That was pretty awesome, too.
Speaking of Jesus and Breckenridge experiences....when I die I hope that one of my friends immortalizes their love of my memory in sharpie on the inside of a bathroom stall, right next where someone wrote 'Jesus is life' -- and a second someone crossed out Jesus to replace it with 'weed'.
I'll also have you know that the first time I typed that sentence it read 'if I ever die' and memory was spelled with an ie. It's been a long day and my brain is tired!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Blizzard!
It snowed a TON today in Denver. The road outside my balcony looks like an ice skating rink. Seriously. It does.
Whenever I see massive amounts of snow like this I'm reminded of The Shining. Before moving up here, that was the only way I was familiar with the concept of being snowed in. I actually remember being in the 7th grade when the film's remake came out as a television series. It was a big three day event. I watched the entire thing at my neighbor Whitney's house and just about wet my pants every night when it was time for me to walk the 20 yards from her door to mine in the dark. When there's this much snow out I half expect to see Brian Hackett from Wings jump out at me with an axe and a tepid Jack Nicholson impersonation. I don't know. My mind goes strange places sometimes.
Maybe I'll take a picture tomorrow morning before I slide to work on the ice and post it up here for you. In all honesty though, the chances of me a) getting out of bed early enough to play photographer and/or b) actually remembering that I made a halfhearted blog promise - are slim to none. My apologies to you blog followers at large. You can get on the weather channel and watch some Denver area webcams. If you're up around oh-six-hundred Mounain Standard, think of me. I'll be wrapped in a blanket and peering between my blinds, cursing not only my small car, but mother nature herself...and the plow drivers whose maps apparently don't include the large street adjacent to my complex. I'd hate to leave them out.
Whenever I see massive amounts of snow like this I'm reminded of The Shining. Before moving up here, that was the only way I was familiar with the concept of being snowed in. I actually remember being in the 7th grade when the film's remake came out as a television series. It was a big three day event. I watched the entire thing at my neighbor Whitney's house and just about wet my pants every night when it was time for me to walk the 20 yards from her door to mine in the dark. When there's this much snow out I half expect to see Brian Hackett from Wings jump out at me with an axe and a tepid Jack Nicholson impersonation. I don't know. My mind goes strange places sometimes.
Maybe I'll take a picture tomorrow morning before I slide to work on the ice and post it up here for you. In all honesty though, the chances of me a) getting out of bed early enough to play photographer and/or b) actually remembering that I made a halfhearted blog promise - are slim to none. My apologies to you blog followers at large. You can get on the weather channel and watch some Denver area webcams. If you're up around oh-six-hundred Mounain Standard, think of me. I'll be wrapped in a blanket and peering between my blinds, cursing not only my small car, but mother nature herself...and the plow drivers whose maps apparently don't include the large street adjacent to my complex. I'd hate to leave them out.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Irritated
With myself. For two reasons:
1) I insist on checking into any story that pops up on my facebook feed about people who annoy me. I honestly don't have a clue why I do this. While most people avoid people they don't agree with/don't get along with, I seem strangely drawn to them.
2) Although I have about 5 loads of laundry and 2 sinks of dishes to do, I decide to take on projects like organizing my desk drawers ... and uploading old pictures ... and ... blogging.
*sigh*
1) I insist on checking into any story that pops up on my facebook feed about people who annoy me. I honestly don't have a clue why I do this. While most people avoid people they don't agree with/don't get along with, I seem strangely drawn to them.
2) Although I have about 5 loads of laundry and 2 sinks of dishes to do, I decide to take on projects like organizing my desk drawers ... and uploading old pictures ... and ... blogging.
*sigh*
Monday, February 9, 2009
Nevermind the silver lining 'cause the clouds are fine.
It takes a special person to parallel their life to a pan of brownies. I'm that kind of special.
This afternoon I was attacked by a particularly demanding chocolate craving and decided to bake myself some brownies. Er, more truthfully I decided to mix up some brownie batter and dip my finger into it a few [dozen] times until the craving was satisfied, then bake the remainder. I suspect that I may have needed a serotonin surge after the emotional roller coaster that was The Secret Life of Bees* this afternoon. In any case, I'm always torn when it comes to baking things. I live alone, and really don't need an entire pan of brownies (tray of cookies, loaf of sweet bread, etc.) sitting on my counter - mostly because I have absolutely no self control. Anyhow, I managed to miss the timer and burned them beyond the point of salvage. As sad as it is, I inadvertently spared myself the guilt associated with an empty 9 X 13 pan, soiled spatula and scattered chocolate crumbs. All in all, I think that the situation worked out for the best. The chocolate demon had been silenced without leaving me victim to a weak resolve in the face of temptation for the next 3 days. (and that's probably a high estimate)
I suppose the point of sharing the story was that it made me think how often things in life seem to work out for the best, even if the outcome isn't something I had planned on. Come to think of it, the best ones never are what I expected. Obviously you can never be sure how alternative endings may have played out, but when the ending I wind up with fits under the 'happy' category I see no point in second guessing it. Without getting into too much detail, I'm happy to share that it seems I'm able to dust off my happy category and fill it with a few more items from my personal life than I have in a long, long while...and that makes me more cheerful than a bowl of brownie batter ever could.
*I loved Loved LOVED this movie. I almost opted out of it because I typically (with the exception of Chicago) dislike Queen Latifah films - but it was really great!
This afternoon I was attacked by a particularly demanding chocolate craving and decided to bake myself some brownies. Er, more truthfully I decided to mix up some brownie batter and dip my finger into it a few [dozen] times until the craving was satisfied, then bake the remainder. I suspect that I may have needed a serotonin surge after the emotional roller coaster that was The Secret Life of Bees* this afternoon. In any case, I'm always torn when it comes to baking things. I live alone, and really don't need an entire pan of brownies (tray of cookies, loaf of sweet bread, etc.) sitting on my counter - mostly because I have absolutely no self control. Anyhow, I managed to miss the timer and burned them beyond the point of salvage. As sad as it is, I inadvertently spared myself the guilt associated with an empty 9 X 13 pan, soiled spatula and scattered chocolate crumbs. All in all, I think that the situation worked out for the best. The chocolate demon had been silenced without leaving me victim to a weak resolve in the face of temptation for the next 3 days. (and that's probably a high estimate)
I suppose the point of sharing the story was that it made me think how often things in life seem to work out for the best, even if the outcome isn't something I had planned on. Come to think of it, the best ones never are what I expected. Obviously you can never be sure how alternative endings may have played out, but when the ending I wind up with fits under the 'happy' category I see no point in second guessing it. Without getting into too much detail, I'm happy to share that it seems I'm able to dust off my happy category and fill it with a few more items from my personal life than I have in a long, long while...and that makes me more cheerful than a bowl of brownie batter ever could.
*I loved Loved LOVED this movie. I almost opted out of it because I typically (with the exception of Chicago) dislike Queen Latifah films - but it was really great!
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