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// January 22nd, 2010 // No Comments » // Holy Random Batman!, Life
Jen and Richie enrich my life. I’m so thankful for them. Enjoy the video.
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preface: I haven’t blogged in forever. That doesn’t mean I haven’t thought in forever or had stuff to write. What it does mean is that I haven’t made time to tend to this blog as I should be. This is going to be the most random collection of thoughts I’ve ever assembled, which will probably be very therapeutic for me and very entertaining for you. Enjoy, I know I will.
I love prefaces. They feel like low-key, but still important, disclaimers. Nobody likes a disclaimer. Disclaimer means you’re likely to find something you don’t like and they’re taking either legal or preventative action to stave off complaints or lawsuits. Prefaces are more like “hey, just a heads up, this is what to keep your eyes open for.” I dig that.
You know what else I like? Boldness. Bold type is alright, but I just dig boldness. Kind of like digging the word “dig.” That’s part of why I liked Diglett so much. Dugtrio was ok, but Diglett was just awesome.
You know what’s good? Lots of stuff.
I went to Walmart the other day (ok, who am I kidding, I go to Walmart almost every day, even though I despise the company) and bought some Blue Bell ice cream that was listed at 51 pesos. In case you don’t know, the exchange rate hovers around 13 pesos to the dollar, making that pint of deliciousness priced at about $3.90. That’s a pretty decent deal if you ask me. Here’s the exciting part (as if delicious ice cream wasn’t enticing enough): they priced it wrong. My ice cream rung up for $35.10 pesos (oh yeah, they put the $ sign in front of their prices, which is hilarious to me. Did you know that it originally had two vertical lines connected by a little loopy thingy at the bottom. This is also called a U. Why? Because it used to be US smooshed together, but we got lazy and swapped it to one single vertical strike. Now you can understand why I find the $ in front of peso prices hilarious, right?). That means my pint of high quality, delicious Blue Bell pecan pralines n’ cream (why is there only one apostrophe on that?) cost me roughly $2.70 american. Baller.
I’m so sick of not having my dress clothes. I never expected to miss dress shoes, a nice shirt, and my tie, but I do. I feel like a scrub at church each week, and I’m still dressed appropriately in good jeans and a nice polo shirt. I wanna feel pretty. I might regret that sentence tomorrow. No edits.
I was going to work at Costco when I was in Yakima for our December break, but they told me they can’t afford to hire me. I’m considering looking for some other work for the three weeks, but I’m sure God will provide, in all ways, all that I need. I just keep remembering the scripture concerning not eating if you don’t work (2 Thessalonians 3:10) and thinking I should at least be willing to work. If anyone knows of anything I could do to earn a little extra, I’d greatly appreciate some leads.
Rachel and I just made up an absolutely hilarious dance to “Feliz Navidad” for El Colli in eight hours. Seriously, it’s awesome.
I think Gabi has a better monkey face than I do.
I’m rather perturbed (I might even say I’m vexed) that I have routinely been called “WillemPooh” after a girl started calling me “WinniePooh” a couple weeks ago. She’s been way too forward with me, and I’m not even allowed to date if I wanted to, which I don’t. I’m single on and with purpose, thank you, and I’m not breaking that streak in Mexico. If anyone calls me anything relating to that name, I will be ignoring you. Probably for the rest of the day. Ok, so probably for a good 10 minutes. This is why guys can’t hold grudges. We don’t care enough and we don’t have the attention span.
Tonight, I had an amazing discussion on postmodernism, Buddhism as a religion (it’s not, by the way), and Christianity, as well as my Christian responsibility to share my faith. I didn’t quote scripture in the conversation, since they all would have disregarded the authority I know to be present in the scriptures, but I did use an analogy I’m rather fond of:
As far as discussing it in public, I can think of no better place. What use is a discussion if it’s in private and with no dissenting opinions? That may be a difference in style between the two of us, but I absolutely enjoy being challenged and stretched in my faith and my thought process in front of everyone and with everyone allowed to chime in.
Part of your original post asked why everyone couldn’t just find what made them happy and keep it to themselves. I think if anyone kept it to themselves, that would make them the most selfish person on the planet. I share because I genuinely believe that Jesus is the path to salvation; the only path. I share because I care about people and I’m trying to learn to love them all, and part of that is at least telling them all about the wonderful thing I have discovered. I try not to be pushy, because I hated those people, but if I don’t at least tell people once, I feel as though I’m abandoning them and hiding something they could partake of. I’ve always been of the belief that more options are a good thing. More information available makes more informed (and thus, better) decisions. With that said, it then becomes my responsibility to make sure people know of this option. The fact that I believe it is the only correct choice is a bonus, of course.
It’s like handing someone a multiple choice question with only a, b, c, and d on it, knowing that e is the correct answer. That just seems awful to me.
If you can find a hole in that, let me know. I like shoring up my arguments and the best way to do so is to be challenged.
I’m trying to find churches to speak at about my experiences in Mexico and about all that God is doing in, through, and around us there. So far I’m booked at one on December 6th, but the rest of December and the first Sunday in January are still open. I’m planning to be in Yakima until Christmas and on the west side of the state after that.
Fruit salad is a funny thing. If there’s yogurt, it’s heavenly. If there isn’t, it’s the Devil’s fruit. Here’s why: if you don’t coat the fruit in something (Yogurt was just the most common coating I could think of that isn’t marshmallow, which is disgusting and just wrong. If you coat your fruit in marshmallow junk, you are wrong. Repent. Go and sin no more.), the fruits all share juices and just end up tasting like the most dominant fruit. Put another way: they’re lying. Who is the king of lies? That would be Satan. You keep your Satan Salad. I’ll have none of it.
I don’t understand lettuce.
Seth pooped in the potty this week. Hannah wanted to throw him a parade. Before Mexico, I would have thought that’s the strangest reaction ever. Now? I’m on board. You might say I dig it.
We all bought a book called StrengthsQuest. I highly recommend it. You can go to their website (https://www.strengthsquest.com/) and take a test (if you buy a brand new book, you get a code to take the test) that shows you your top 5 strength areas. I disagreed with mine at first, but after reading the descriptions I can understand why I ended up with those results. Everyone in the house has to take the test, and I’ve already learned a ton about myself and about nearly everyone else in the house. It’s been extremely helpful, and I was a skeptic! With that said, my top 5 strengths are Restorative, Connectedness, Woo, Individualization, and Ideation. First person to make fun of me for having woo gets…gets…I don’t know. But you won’t like it. If you want to know what those mean, go to the website, because I’m not typing it all out (Don’t give me any guff about copy+paste. I don’t feel like it and when I’m ornery, there’s no messing with me.)
Tonight, a small group went to the homeless ministry. They ended up praying over a woman who was possessed and manifesting her demon(s). I don’t know all the details, but I heard that they kept praying for her for quite a long time and she tried to pray with them. Every time she tried to say the name of Jesus, her speech would suddenly cease and all she could say was “ayudame,” which means “help me,” for the Spanishless. Upon hearing their story, my eyes welled up and tears started streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t help but feel incredible anguish for her. She is tormented, just like so many others in this world. How much pain can one Jesus take? He is incredible. I am absolutely amazed by Him.
On the being amazed by our savior note, my worship song is totally coming together. It’s one of the first posts on this blog, a song titled “With You.” Honestly, the title stinks, but the song has actually turned out rather well. I can play it on the piano and sing it now, and Matt is piecing together a guitar part (He wrote almost all the piano music. Actually, I’m not sure if I wrote any of it. I wrote the lyrics and the melody forever ago though, so I guess that’s something.) and Gabi mentioned wanting to learn/create a harmony vocal after she heard me playing it. We’ll be performing it at a local poetry night the day after Thanksgiving.
I need new Christian music.
Oh, I’ve thought of a few things I would like for Christmas (none is needed)
- A digital camera (preferably this one)
- Logos Bible Software (found here)
- Baked Goods
- Hugs
- At least one really really good high five
- A pocket Spanish-English dictionary
I’m barely conscious. Seriously, it took me like 35 minutes to write that Christmas list. I wonder if there are leftovers in the fridge.
Just soup. I’ll pass.
I just realized that I’ve written over 1700 words on this blog, yet I’ve been avoiding writing three 2-page articles summaries like the plague.
Best quote I’ve heard recently: “Excuse me miss, your postmodernism is showing.”
After this year, I’m never playing fantasy football again. I don’t care if I end up winning the whole league (which is totally possible; I’m in 3rd place). It’s way too stressful and distracting.
Also, I’ve decided not to drink soda next year. I’m tired of feeling so out of shape. I only weigh like 200 lbs, but I feel huge.
Just for fun, here are two hilarious pictures of me.
So ummm….Google Reader is my new favorite toy. It’s amazing. I get to keep track of everything I like reading all the time, but it puts all the posts into one spot instead of making me hop all over to different websites. Whoever came up with this idea should get a nice posh corner office overlooking something pretty.
In honor of my mom’s recent birthday, you should all click on this link and then click the big pink button to support breast cancer research and free mammograms for women who need them. (CLICK HERE IF YOU HATE CANCER)
I have to type a few more words so I can eek over the 2000 mark, just because I think that would be a pretty cool thing. I’m not sure why, I just get the impression that I’d be much more pleased with 2009 words of nonsense than i would be with 1986. Ok, I just realized that I just typed the current year and my birth year without intending to. Crazy sauce.