Bob

So, Bob and I are getting along splendidly.
He definitely keeps me entertained.
He has all the right music and Solitaire.
He doesn't talk back or disagree with me about anything.
I can turn him off whenever I want.

Too bad he's just an electronic.

Chocolate

My mother just handed me a piece of candy from See's and said "Here, this was my sample a couple of days ago."

Not knowing what said piece of candy might contain, I tentatively bit into it.
It was a truffle.



I took a couple of hasty bites and then told myself to slow down.

It was so lovely.
The taste remains in your mouth and it's just as good afterwards.
*sigh*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT AN iPOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*runs around in circles*

You Raise Me Up

When I am down, and oh my soul, so weary,
when troubles come and my heart burdened be.
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
until You come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.

There is no life, no life without its hunger,
each restless heart beats so imperfectly.
But when You come and I am filled with wonder,
sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

Brendan Graham, Rolf Lovland

The Circle

Sometimes I really don't like people.

I suppose people sometimes really don't like me.

So it all works out in the end.

Just wanted to add..

Alright, how cute is this??



That's my boy, reading to the kiddies.
Isn't he a dear.
I hope he's okay.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him for quite some time.
I tried to email his sister, but it was returned to me.
*sigh*
No love for the Gooch.
*sniff*

This and that

Well.
Trying to make myself post more often.

Uhm.
Worked today.
Tired.
It rained, which was fine by me, but a lot of other people seemed to be unhappy about it.

---random lyric moment---

Rain
Falls from the sky
Fresh on my skin
Kisses my face
I
drag myself up
Weary I walk
guided by Grace
There in the darkness
a flicker of light
Leading me onward
Over the moors
to a road
a road winding slow
that leads to a house
a house that I know

---end random lyric moment---

I don't know what was wrong last night, but I couldn't go to sleep till 2 blasted am.
Crazy.
I hope that doesn't happen tonight.
I need all the beauty sleep I can get.

Speaking of which, just thought I would let you all know that I am not a cute girl.
And I am okay with that.
These girls that I work with, they crack me up.
They are so cute, so high school, so like yeah, totally Californian teenagers.
Their topics of conversation are amazing.
A man came into the store today and bought a graduation card for his nephew.
He asked me when I was graduating.
I said "From what???" and laughed.
I told him the year that I graduated from high school.
After he left, I turned to Erika and said "I'M SO OLD!!!!"
I tell people I graduated in '99 and it sounds like that was 20 years ago.
Gah.

A quarter (maybe more like a third) of my life is behind me.
So much to see and so little time!
So many tickets to be bought!
So many critics to yell at!
So many castles to visit!
So many burritos to eat!
So many Peach Pleasures to be enjoyed!
And not enough time!
Bah!
*shakes fist*

*sigh*
Well, in the words of Mr.Nichols...
Cheer up. Life isn't everything.

Boy, for some reason, I'm now having a Benedick moment.

BEATRICE
I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior
Benedick: nobody marks you.

BENEDICK
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

BEATRICE
Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come
in her presence.

BENEDICK
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart; for, truly, I love none.

BEATRICE
A dear happiness to women: they would else have
been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God
and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I
had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man
swear he loves me.

BENEDICK
God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate
scratched face.

BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were.

BENEDICK
Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

BEATRICE
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

BENEDICK
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's
name; I have done.

BEATRICE
You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.

*sigh*
Ah, the battle of the sexes.
Will we never escape it.
Do we want to escape it???

Okay.
This is where I go to bed.
Night.

So.
New blog theme.
Not that I didn't like Garrison, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.
*cough*

Went to LA.
Went to Disneyland.
Saw James.
All that good stuff.

Just FYI - that Israel and New Breed Live From Another Level dvd looks like it was filmed by a bunch of people on crack.
Sorry if that seems crude, but it's true.
Don't watch it if you get car sick.
Sheesh.
If I had known it was like that, I probably wouldn't have bought it.
But really, only in Santa Monica will you find a dvd like that at Tower Records, the Twilight Zone of Christian music.
:)

I've decided that I don't really like L.A.
It makes me feel icky.

Hey Bethy, James is playing Lancelot in a one night concert thingie at the Hollywood Bowl.
*sigh*
As Professor Gonzalez says, "C'est moi!"
;)

Life is weird.
And it never ends.
Until you die of course.
But then, you're dead - you don't know what you're missing at that point.
I'm glad God didn't make it so that we remember being born.
That would be so traumatizing, we wouldn't make it anyways.
I'm glad He thought about those things.
Speaking of God, I'm stuck on that line from the show (the blog theme).
Those words come out of his mouth (JB's, not God ;)) and you can hear the entire audience go "Hhhhhhmmmmm..."
I'm glad I already knew that God isn't hiding.

Well.
There's your theological discussion for the week.
I'm pooped.
I'm going to bed.