Bahahahahahaha!!!

One of the funniest commercial parodies I've seen on SNL in a long time...the dog part is a little out of control, but the whole thing is still really funny...I still laugh everytime I watch it! Oh, and after you press play, just pause it again for a couple seconds so it can download a bit so it won't skip:)

Refreshed in Memory

Every now and again, a sweet memory will replay vividly in my mind in response to a smell or a sound or a song. Whatever the case may be, I love it when it happens...like God scribbled it down on a post-it note and left it somewhere tucked away for me to find. I found it last week, the memory that is, and it moved me to change.

I think it was the way the air smelt that day coupled with the way the leaves were moving on the ground. It took me back to Lubbock, nearly four years ago and reminded me of how my life began to change in a way I never imagined. I remember driving down University, watching the trees sway in the ever-present breeze and not soon enough reaching my destination.

I turned the corner of that crazy Coffee Haus and saw Amy Cooper's smiling spirit. She was ready for our quiet time. Every morning before class, we would sit and have our quiet time separately, but at the same table and then we would talk about what God had just revealed or had been collectively revealing to us. The countless times we did so, stirred such a radical change in my heart...to be better, to study the Word harder, to act on what I was charged with.

Every time Amy and I parted ways, I wasn't thinking about me or about Amy. I was thinking about how I could develop a stronger relationship with Christ. I think there are few people who can leave you like that. And, even now, everytime I leave Amy & Nick, I feel the same way...tallying up the ways I need to change to further the kingdom.

In that moment, God really shook me into reflection. Am I being one of those people? Someone who makes others want to change for the better? Who encourages others when I don't even say anything? And even more illuminating...am I shaping into a woman worthy of what I'm holding out for...a man who can be a spiritual leader?

In the mere minutes it took to recount that memory, God gave me some perspective on my relationships. Plain and simple, I need to be that person...the one who I admire so much...the one who can make me think deep and want to press deep into Christ. In the midst of all this, a close friend and I were talking on the phone the other night and I gave her this one piece of advice in regards to all relationships...

If you leave time spent with someone and feel like glorifying that person, reduce the time you spend with that person. But, if you leave time spent with someone and feel like glorifying God, increase the amount of time you spend with that person and learn how to be that for everyone you meet.

Changing...

apes

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.

The Uncommitted

because sometimes I don't know how to express it any other way...

The Uncommitted

You with your shady eyes and your flakey stares
coupled in harmony with your poisoned mouth
that spouts off "I'll do thats" and "I'll be theres".

You push me over with your hot, self-infused air
making me slip farther and deeper into pending
wondering if the tick-tocks, you'll ever render shared.

This oneth of a oneth of an hour,
you gave me the sipping device
that finally made that two-humped desert taxi lose it's power.

With it's break, I found my strength
no longer to masochistically hope
that your luke-warm tongue inflicting pain

will ever again trick me into queing
every hanger holding upward frown
I've held in from all the stewing.

Say what you mean and mean what you say
makes you cringe as you stare in it's mirrored phrase
loathing the truth in it's utter cliche.

The uncommitted
they're everywhere, they're everywhere
leaving a messy residue with their flakey stares.