6.30.2008
6.28.2008
Trivia Mania
Random fact about me: I love trivia.
I Tivo Jeopardy every day. No lie. Every day. Then, when I watch it, I pause it to see if I can get the answer before they tell me. Sometimes my family and I have competitions to see who's right. Sad... I know.
Trivial Pursuit... also amazing.
I really don't know why. It just makes me feel intelligent when I get some right. Little confidence boost, ya know?
Maybe one day I'll be this guy...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy8Zdjkpmzk
I Tivo Jeopardy every day. No lie. Every day. Then, when I watch it, I pause it to see if I can get the answer before they tell me. Sometimes my family and I have competitions to see who's right. Sad... I know.
Trivial Pursuit... also amazing.
I really don't know why. It just makes me feel intelligent when I get some right. Little confidence boost, ya know?
Maybe one day I'll be this guy...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy8Zdjkpmzk
6.26.2008
The Blue Blanket
What's up. Today's the first day of my blog. Yep, I caved to pressure of the blogging world. So here we go:
Today I was babysitting for 2 precious kiddos, one 3 years old and one 5 years old, having a glorious day at the mall. We did the usual--lunch at McDonald's (a sad excuse for food), a stroll around the mall, and then a cookie (healthy, I know). It doesn't sound like much, but after a busy day at the pool yesterday, it wore the kids out. We were on our way home, and I was jamming out to some old school Superchic[k] (you should go listen to them right now), when the two boys passed out cold in back seat asleep (which was an amazing feat considering my off-key renditions of "Barlow Girl"). Hoping to keep them asleep I turned down the blaring music and drove safely to the house, when both of them woke up. Great. But still being sleepy, they both asked for their blue blankets--a necessity for them to sleep. Well, I searched in all the usual spots, and couldn't find them. I kept looking, everywhere, and came up with nothing. The youngest broke down into tears and fits like the world was coming to an end. I text their mom and ask where the blankets are. She tells me that they're in the washing machine. Sweet. I take them out and put them in the drier. I tell both kids that their blankets are drying. But the youngest still cries and cries, just standing in front of the drier looking in, longing for it, as it tumbles around and around and around. He just stood their and moaned for it. I laughed some, then told him that it would be dry soon. I tried explaining that it was wet, and it he wouldn't want it right now anyway. Being three, and probably not comprehending the concept, he insisted he would.
This whole little scenario had me thinking about my relationship with the Lord. Life can be sweet and everything is going fine, but then something hits whether its school, finances, family, or something minor like fatigue or discontentment. It jostles me, and my love, joy, and peace are now centered around a particular status, grade, weight, job, or whatever my "blue blanket" is at the time, instead of grounded in the Lord and His Truth. I look to Lord and whine and beg for this thing or this friendship or this situation, and He says no or not right now. And just like my 3 year old, I cry and pout and wonder why the Lord would withhold that thing from me, instead of realizing He's just preparing it for me, so that I don't have use a wet blanket to cover up with.
Today I was babysitting for 2 precious kiddos, one 3 years old and one 5 years old, having a glorious day at the mall. We did the usual--lunch at McDonald's (a sad excuse for food), a stroll around the mall, and then a cookie (healthy, I know). It doesn't sound like much, but after a busy day at the pool yesterday, it wore the kids out. We were on our way home, and I was jamming out to some old school Superchic[k] (you should go listen to them right now), when the two boys passed out cold in back seat asleep (which was an amazing feat considering my off-key renditions of "Barlow Girl"). Hoping to keep them asleep I turned down the blaring music and drove safely to the house, when both of them woke up. Great. But still being sleepy, they both asked for their blue blankets--a necessity for them to sleep. Well, I searched in all the usual spots, and couldn't find them. I kept looking, everywhere, and came up with nothing. The youngest broke down into tears and fits like the world was coming to an end. I text their mom and ask where the blankets are. She tells me that they're in the washing machine. Sweet. I take them out and put them in the drier. I tell both kids that their blankets are drying. But the youngest still cries and cries, just standing in front of the drier looking in, longing for it, as it tumbles around and around and around. He just stood their and moaned for it. I laughed some, then told him that it would be dry soon. I tried explaining that it was wet, and it he wouldn't want it right now anyway. Being three, and probably not comprehending the concept, he insisted he would.
This whole little scenario had me thinking about my relationship with the Lord. Life can be sweet and everything is going fine, but then something hits whether its school, finances, family, or something minor like fatigue or discontentment. It jostles me, and my love, joy, and peace are now centered around a particular status, grade, weight, job, or whatever my "blue blanket" is at the time, instead of grounded in the Lord and His Truth. I look to Lord and whine and beg for this thing or this friendship or this situation, and He says no or not right now. And just like my 3 year old, I cry and pout and wonder why the Lord would withhold that thing from me, instead of realizing He's just preparing it for me, so that I don't have use a wet blanket to cover up with.
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