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| hoooooly cowwwwww!
congratulations, my dearest of friends!
when i get back to socal, i'll have to find some... funny pictures to post here. :)
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| paraphrasing from memory and embellishing where i don't remember.
there was once a community once that was beautiful and founded on God. one day, they were struck with a source of disunity. suddenly, rumors were flying between one party and the other. the community that was once firmly united, was torn apart.
one day, an old wise nun came to stay at one of their homes. she stayed for a short time, and began to see their brokenness. she told her host, "i see the pain in your community. i can't tell you who it is, but there is one person who is your messiah. one person whom you have been waiting for to bring healing and peace."
so the host called a meeting between the feuding parties and invited the nun to speak to them. as the host relayed her message, all eyes came to focus on the nun, waiting for her to speak.
she turned to one man and said, "you are our messiah. the one we have been waiting for to bring healing and peace." then she turned to another, "you are our messiah. the one we have been waiting for to bring healing and peace." and so she went around the room saying the same words to all present.
her message was this. if we all saw Jesus in each other we would treat Him with love and respect. and if we all became Jesus to one another, we would treat others with love and respect as well.
and so peace and unity returned to their community.
i pray that WE become Jesus to one another in our community. i pray that we become broken bread and crushed grapes in memory of our Lord.
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| i needed a chair for my apartment so... today i visited the scourge of singles
aka yuppie hell
aka homeowner black hole
aka the colorful money pit
aka IKEA
good lawd! i went in there only wanting a chair but on the way to checkout, "oh my... those are some nice pillows. and pillow cases" did i just type that for the world to see? i feel like i just lost "man cred".
i also bought a wok. yarrrrr... | | |
| so last saturday i was something like... quadruple (quintuple?) booked.
a) help out at the last marathon training run
b) support carlo, patch and many others at the bellflower CLP
c) head to lerissa's for bbq & pacquiao
d) trek to the far reaches of socal for andreah's birthday bbq in lake elsinore. (farrr...)
e) join coworkers for dinner
guess what i ended up doing? if you picked f) none of the above, you picked correct! you win a cookie.
i dunno... i guess my body just kinda rebelled on me. woke up late (missed the training run), and couldn't motivate myself to go do anything. ate, napped... contemplated life and the universe. but after the past couple weeks... it was good to slow down and be a bum. gotta enjoy it while you can, i suppose.
the weirdest part... i slept all weekend... and i was *still* tired on monday! | | |
| is there anything better than new soap?
let me walk you through a common occurrence that happens all too frequently.
you're in the bathroom, getting your shower on... with a bar of soap on its last legs. you strain and struggle, trying to get maximum freshness out of a now thin, flimsy piece of cleaning product. it wiggles and bends... and suddenly, snaps in half. doggone it! how am i going to rock the freshness now? somehow, you manage to finish your business with those two (or more) impossible to hold nubbins and towel off.
the next time you head to the bathroom to get your shower on... you catch sight of the empty soap dish. uh oh. it is time for "new soap". so like a boy on christmas, you run to the closet or rummage under your sink. hello you. come hither, freshmaker. ahhhh, so fresh, so clean! so full of potential and cleaning goodness! once i struggled to make a sufficient lather, now i lather in abundance!
maybe it's just me, but is there any better sensation than having that brand new bar of soap? :)
addendum: as an added corollary, sometimes that new bar of soap's cleaning power is too great! what a terrible feeling it is when your brand new freshmaker cleans its way out of your grip and... THUNK! has a brand new dent. oh soap, i was young and naive... i couldn't handle you...
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