Lily

I forgot to mention some 2 months ago that when I acquired a roommate and a new place, by the transitive property, I also acquired the cutest puppy in the entire world...Lily.

She likes to eat worms off of the sidewalk. She will lick your face forever. She likes to poop in my bathroom nearly every other day...she won't poop in Amy's bathroom ever cause she gets in trouble and I am basically a pushover and let her do whatever she wants. She's a hard core snuggler. She's adorable and I love her. I give you Lily, the miniature dachshund that stole my heart!

Running the Race

If you know you me at all, you know I'm not much of a cryer...it takes a lot to make my eyes sweat, but for some reason the weirdest things will just get me. Case in point...the Olympics.

I was in my car last week and I heard this commercial on the radio advertising the Olympic opening ceremony....the music pitch perfectly dramatic...the voice so commanding...and I freakin started crying. It actually kind of surprised me how emotional I got.

Well, it was only the beginning. I seem to be more emotional with every passing event. And, I got to thinking about why it hits me so hard and I figured it out. It's the coming together of people so culturally different yet so alike in the pursuit of one goal...perfection.

It makes me think about the beauty of Christ and how so many people can unite under the covering of his blood...despite any cultural or political differences...for one goal...to look more and more like our PERFECT Saviour.

The Olympics always get me charged up to do what I ought...run the race as hard as I can. Sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get lazy. Sometimes I forget I'm in a race at all. The Olympics have placed a healthy amount of conviction on my soul about being more disiplined in my daily focus on the task at hand...to represent effectively who Christ has made me through Him!

The sweetness of it all is that He won the gold for me already. All I have to do is stand on the podium and give Him the glory.

Just fo' Fun

This weekend in Lubbock, some peeps and I got to talking about our fave cartoons from back in the hey day...here's one of my faves. As soon as I heard the music, I was 20 years younger, wishing I was chillin' with Dewey, Huey and Louie and swimming in Scrooge McDuck's vault o' money...

Ducktales, ah woooo oooooo!

The Devil's Temperature

107 degrees + stupid 21st century pant of choice known as jeans + no tint on windows because driver is cheap = THE DEVIL'S TEMPERATURE!

Bad things come in triple digits...

Too hot to blog...

Till cool...

peace.