September 24, 2008
I was talking to a friend who is enjoying the newness of a relationship. She was telling me how he held her hand for the first time and she “got so excited that I almost hyperventilated. I feel like I’m 15.”
Funny how that feeling, whether you’re 15 or 30, is the same. I mean, we learn to respond differently. Well, I’m assuming she didn’t giggle and then spend the rest of the night texting her friends about the “OMG we just had the best conversation!”
I guess dopamine never matures.
September 24, 2008
“Emily, you come stand by your mother right now. Emily! It’s not safe for you to walk around the parking lot. Emily, obey mommie. Emily! One, two, three!”
I wonder how high God counts while waiting on our obedience.
On a side note, thanks to years of Sunday school, I still sing the song when spelling out o-b-e-d-i-e-n-c-e. It’s the very best way to show that you believe…
September 23, 2008
I spent a couple days with L. We were talking about her marriage. She married a man who is best described as being the kind of man that makes you not afraid of marriage. Truly a quality guy. But people have a tendancy to misread him when they first meet him. He’s quiet and contemplative. It comes off as cold. After about 20 minutes, you realize that he is pretty rad – a bit of a smart ass, but rad. Anyway, L. said that part of her job as his wife is helping people to know the real him – to reveal his character to those who don’t understand him based on what they see. (you see where I’m going, don’t you…) I guess as the bride of Christ, we get to show people who He is by telling people who He is to us – how He’s changed us. Lots of people have untrue ideas about who He is and therefore, they misread the things He does. I say misread. Sometimes that looks like desperate frustration and sometimes like fist shaking rebellion. I really hope that I can show people what He’s really like…
I took E. to the playground. She’s two. She doesn’t run, she clomps (her mom’s word). And she is a brave one. Well, other than being afraid of train whistles, she is fearless. She will take the steep slide without hesitation. But there were some pansies out there. Over and over I heard, “Ok, on three. One, two, three. Jump!” It accured to me. When you’re a kid, you get a countdown before something scary happens. Not as an adult. “Ok, unexpected medical bills are coming. One, two, three!” “On the count of three, break off your engagement.” I think it might serve kids better if we walk up behind them and push them off the slide. No warning. No counting. They need to learn the art of handling the blindside.
Ahhh, Right Here Waiting. Still a GREAT song. But lady, if you’re going to hum along, pick a flipping key. Speaking of singing, apparently, I can sing opera. An opera singer told me that. With a straight face. Who knew.
September 19, 2008
My sister, Donna – the RN, correctly diagnosed me with MRSA with nothing but a picture text.
September 15, 2008
CW: I just don’t believe it. I mean, I believe it, but I just don’t understand.
DB: I know. What am I supposed to do with the autograph?
September 12, 2008
If you were a color
You’d be amber
If you were a liquor
You’d be red wine
~ September Moomaw on 26
C: If you were a liquor, what would you be? Bailey’s?
Anon: To sweet. More like Scotch.
Anon: Fiery, complex, intense, disliked by most, loved by a select few knowledgeable connoisseurs…