I am on the lookout for my lobster, as explained by Phoebe:
My friend Laura recently hoped that she had finally found me my lobster when she happened upon this delight via the world wide web.
While I am doubtful that he and I will be holding claws in a tank any time soon, I appreciated the sentiment.
30 June 2009
Kids Today...
One of these toys is real, one isn't...I found one to be hilarious and the other somewhat disturbing:
Plain Pamela and God Game
One is a mediocre to unfortunate looking Barbie Doll that boosts the confidence of "regular girls" everywhere.
The other is a computer game where you make up gods with various powers and then control people's lives and have them worship you. I found out about this game when a kid I know told me that over the weekend he created a god on this game with demonic powers and then forced all the people in his kingdom to bow down and worship him and that it was "awesome". I wonder if by awesome he meant creepy?
Oh how I miss the days when I used to hide my guinea pigs somewhere in my room, leave them for 2 minutes and then "rescue" them by wrapping a ton of toilet paper around them to heal their imaginary wounds...
Plain Pamela and God Game
One is a mediocre to unfortunate looking Barbie Doll that boosts the confidence of "regular girls" everywhere.
The other is a computer game where you make up gods with various powers and then control people's lives and have them worship you. I found out about this game when a kid I know told me that over the weekend he created a god on this game with demonic powers and then forced all the people in his kingdom to bow down and worship him and that it was "awesome". I wonder if by awesome he meant creepy?
Oh how I miss the days when I used to hide my guinea pigs somewhere in my room, leave them for 2 minutes and then "rescue" them by wrapping a ton of toilet paper around them to heal their imaginary wounds...
18 June 2009
Compeletion Date: Unknown
Today I walked past a house under construction and was enveloped in a huge cloud of grey dust. As I peered through the haze, I could see the mess behind the poorly erected fencing--rocks, dirt, trash, nails, wood all thrown around. It was ugly. It was messy. I looked up and down the street at all the other beautiful houses and perfectly manicured lawns and sighed. Oh how I can relate to you, house in the middle of being built. Much like cleaning out the closet, things are going to get much worse before they get better. Why is it that to make improvements, you always seem to have to make a mess of everything?
Some months you end up in the hospital and spending every Friday in the doctor's office. Some months you give half your savings account to said hospital for 12 hours of poking and prodding. Some months your dog dies, and people disappoint, and you realize for the millionth time that life (even when you are incredibly blessed in EVERY aspect) is hard hard hard.
But then a nice crinkly old man in the elevator tells you to have a great day. You sigh to yourself thinking "oh nice old crinkle man, if you only knew". But then you realize, I'm sure he knows way better than I do the ups and downs that every day brings, having lived through many more of them than you have. And if he's still cheerful and wishing strangers in elevators well, than you can keep your chin up.
Construction always takes longer than estimated, and it always makes a mess. So does cleaning out your closet, and usually somewhere halfway through you want to walk away and forget about it. But it's the mess, the contrast to the order and beauty we sometimes get a glimpse of, that keeps us working at cleaning it up, finishing the project, hopeful that the end is somewhere just around the corner...
Psalm 139:1-6 "Oh Lord you have searched me, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise. You perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down. You are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely Oh Lord. YOU HEM ME IN--BEHIND AND BEFORE, you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain."
Some months you end up in the hospital and spending every Friday in the doctor's office. Some months you give half your savings account to said hospital for 12 hours of poking and prodding. Some months your dog dies, and people disappoint, and you realize for the millionth time that life (even when you are incredibly blessed in EVERY aspect) is hard hard hard.
But then a nice crinkly old man in the elevator tells you to have a great day. You sigh to yourself thinking "oh nice old crinkle man, if you only knew". But then you realize, I'm sure he knows way better than I do the ups and downs that every day brings, having lived through many more of them than you have. And if he's still cheerful and wishing strangers in elevators well, than you can keep your chin up.
Construction always takes longer than estimated, and it always makes a mess. So does cleaning out your closet, and usually somewhere halfway through you want to walk away and forget about it. But it's the mess, the contrast to the order and beauty we sometimes get a glimpse of, that keeps us working at cleaning it up, finishing the project, hopeful that the end is somewhere just around the corner...
Psalm 139:1-6 "Oh Lord you have searched me, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise. You perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down. You are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely Oh Lord. YOU HEM ME IN--BEHIND AND BEFORE, you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain."
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