2011 Book Review....so far....

I made a goal last year to read more and so far I am already accomplishing that goal. My problem is that I forget what books I've read & what they're about. So, I'm writing book reviews here what I've read since January. Here we go!

LIttle Women by Louisa May Alcott
This was a re-read of one my favorite childhood books. I always enjoy escaping into the simple world of the March sisters....although Beth's death breaks my heart every single time. It's a lovely story centered around family devotion and the trials of growing up and finding true love. Adore this book. The end.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Funny little short story. I saw the movie before I read the book. That's usually against my better judgment, but I didn't realize it was a book! Fitzgerald has quite the imagination to conjure up a story about a man who grows backwards! It held my attention the entire time and gave me plenty to dream about later.

Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld
Excellent cookbook filled with great ideas on how to hide vegetables in "normal" food. Chris and I have trouble fitting veggies into our diet and this book has helped alot. The only drawback is that the recipes require more involved cooking than I'm used to but I can manage.

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen
I could not put this book down. It was a fun read from an old man's perspective of his former circus life....chalk full of touching moments, action, and a bit of humor. I'm ready to see the movie...especially since my favorite actress (Reese Witherspoon) is starring!

Sweet Valley Confidential by Francine Pascal
This was a guilty pleasure. I read a few of the Sweet Valley books when I was younger. I mostly read this out of curiosity since it got so much publicity. It was trashy and unrealistic but fun.

Those are the books I've read this year and hopefully the list will continue to get much longer in the coming months.

A Hairy Situation

I have an unnatural fear of beauticians. This most likely stems from my need to keep a physical distance from strangers. I even tried in vain to avoid Grandma hugs as a kid. I have a radius of about two feet of comfort zone. Cutting my hair definitely breeches these boundaries; yet another unfortunate side effect of being an introverted extrovert. This ridiculous paranoia drives me to avoid necessary trims until my split-ends turn into a bird's nest, complete with chirping birds. By that point, I'm too ashamed to let a beautician attempt to comb and cut through the mess. I was lucky in college to have a dear friend in beauty school who cut my hair. I'm not such a creep if I know the person wielding scissors dangerously close to my head. Now we live in different states. So here I sit; trying to force myself to let a stranger attempt to tame my unruly mane. My hair is getting so long, I feel like Rapunzel. Once your hair gets to a certain length, it's ok to trim it yourself, right?

Let It Be.

I am a worrier. There. I said it. I try to disguise it as "being realistic" and "not getting my hopes up," but I have trouble with heartache; I take rejection of any kind very hard. I think it's all part of being the sensitive artist kind. I have thin skin so over the years, I've been putting on this coat of cynicism to cover it up....then I hide and cry it out later. I blame my parents; I inherited my dad's critical, realistic mind and my mother's wild, often hilarious emotions. These two coupled together in one human being is a hurricane waiting to happen. I contradict myself all the time! My head says, "distance yourself and stay logical" while my heart screams, "but you know you'd love (insert random object of desire here)!!" This has been taking a toll on me lately, in all aspects of life. I want to trust God with all my heart but sometimes my brain wants to stop and analyze it. I want to have blind faith and leap into things, knowing God's in control; but my head begs for evidence that everything will be ok. Sunday, my mom texted me, "Have faith." Two simple words that pack such a punch. Have faith. Jesus said faith the size of a mustard seed could move a mountain (Matt. 17:20); yet here I sit worrying about trivial things. There are starving, homeless people all over the world; yet here I sit whining on my iPad. My faith probably couldn't move an anthill but God loves me anyway. I am blessed to have so much. Faith is the assurance of things hoped for; the conviction of things not seen (Hebrews 11:1 ESV). It's sobering to think that God expects us to just believe in what we cannot see. He tells us, "don't worry; I take care of birds & they don't work for it; aren't you more valuable? (Matt. 6:26)" God cares for every creature, from bird to flower; yet here I sit pondering faith. I pray that someday soon, I'll let go of all my fears and inhibitions and live in peace. We as humans, are so far from perfect. Thank God He sent a substitute to take on my sin. This has been a weighty post, so I'm going to end with words of wisdom from the Beatles, "And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer, let it be."

The Year in Review

In the spirit of the new year, I'm going to look back and dwell on the past; since I'm no good at making and keeping resolutions. This was definitely a year worth celebrating! I'll just take it month by month, so buckle up for a bumpy ride!

January: We were buried under snow but we dug out occasionally to sled. It was a blast. Some neighbors built a pretty amazing igloo. We also hosted a Super Bowl party and didn't cut out the commercials like churches do.

February: I got fancy new glasses. Chris and I celebrated Valentine's Day by eating a heart-shaped pizza at Minsky's; delicious. We're so romantic.

March: This is always my favorite month because of my birthday and anniversary. Chris and I celebrated our second year of marriage. Chris really made it the best weekend ever for me. He took me ice-skating, to the art museum, and to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D Imax; and I became a Monopoly slum lord. As if all that wasn't enough, Chris also bought me a Wii and Wii Fit which I promptly became addicted to. I also got a birthday visit from Mom, Dad, and Mike which included a trip to Buca di Beppo (a quirky Italian restaurant) with a complementary giant (as in world's biggest) cupcake. We ended a fabulous month by celebrating Palm Sunday at Redeemer Fellowship with a moving reenactment.

April: We began April with Easter at Redeemer followed by flag football with friends. It was finally warm outside! We took a spring visit to Arkansas and got some great photos. I threw Bobby a surprise birthday baseball party. The shock on his face was priceless.

May: I'm thankful to say I got a new job that I don't hate.

June: Hectic, busy month full of trips to Arkansas for marital ceremonies. The best part was getting a new dog, Chipper; my furry friend!

July: I got a dramatic haircut and have not cut it since. I always do that. We spent alot of time outside; on picnics, swimming, and hanging out with friends. Mom, Dad, and Mike came for another visit. It's always great to see family.

August: We spent almost every weekend playing flag football and kickball in the park with our Redeemder friends. We ate alot of yummy fresh fruit from the City Market. My aunt and uncle came to visit Bobby. We all went shopping; a favorite pasttime of mine. On Chris' birthday, I got him an iPad; quite a nifty invention. I happen to be typing on it right now.

September: Chris' side of the family came for a visit! We loved showing them around the city and our church. I hope they come back soon. My parents came again....they must really like Kansas City. During this visit, we ate at a restaurant where toy trains are your waiter; neat and cheap (since you don't have to tip). I also saw a pink fountain.

October: We bought a new car; a 2011 green Kia Soul! We like it alot! Dixie and I threw a phenomenal Dexter/Harry Potter themed Halloween party. I hope that's a tradition we can continue.

November: We went to Arkansas for a visit. It was colder there than in KC. I liked watching Mike in his silly band uniform. It was worth the trip. We saw the new Harry Potter movie....spectacular. I can't wait for the last installment.

December: It was a whirlwind of family, friends, Christmas lights and decorations, festivities, food, and parties. I loved every minute. Chris and I also got a new niece, Payton. She's cute.

This has been a wonderful year. I can only hope that 2011 is as good.

A Crowded Newsfeed

I should stop reading Facebook newsfeed. I just get annoyed by reading everyone's last meal and random thoughts that just are not interesting. And what is it with people talking about "him" or "her" all the time? Who are these nameless, faceless people? A curious girl like me can't stand it! Grown people (well in their 20's anyway) are putting things like "so in love with him" on their status. This whole "missing her" business is just crazy. Post on "her" wall that you miss her and leave the rest of us alone. We're not in middle school anymore. Don't be shy. If you're really in love, put a name on the love of your life and shout it from the rooftops! Come on people; be bold and be brave! Admit who you're talking about because mysterious statuses are just as ridiculous as what you had for breakfast. Be creative with your status. Update us on funny moments or observations from your worldview. Consider if anyone else would find what you have to say intriguing/hilarious/informative/enlightening before you post.

Where Did Fall Go??

It's a good thing I took lots of pictures of the colorful trees this year because I blinked and fall was gone. Everyone else is rushing and bringing out the Christmas decorations. Not me, I'm going to savor this last week or so of autumn. I think it's strange to have out Christmas decorations at Thanksgiving. No one gives that holiday its due. This is still a time for turkey and pumpkins and candles that match the leaves outside. Why people don't enjoy the season they're in? All of you that already have your trees out will be the first to wish for spring. What makes Christmas decorations special to me is that they're up for such a short time. My tree is reserved for after Thanksgiving. I bought a new wreath but dutifully put it in the garage and left out my orange rose wreath until the time comes. I'm no Scrooge; I just like every season equally. When the time does come; it will look like an elf vomited Christmas all over my home. Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

Home Sweet Home Away From Home

We made it back home safely and efficiently today. I'm going to really impress you now; I've already unpacked and put away the luggage. However, I have not done any laundry and I only did the dishes because they smelled. Our trip went really well. The weather was unusually colder down south and I got to see brilliant stars in the beautiful southern sky. The city lights outshine our stars. Visiting Arkansas is strange now. When we first moved to Kansas City, going back to our home towns felt like, well, going back home. Now I feel like I'm vising family and I'm actually from Kansas City. As we drove into the city today, I felt more at peace than I have after any of our other Arkansas trips. This is where God wants us right now. Kansas City is our home now. I really felt like a foreigner at times this weekend; especially when my grampa introduced me as his "granddaughter from Kansas City." I had also forgotten about Jonesboro's dry county law until we had to sign in at Olive Garden. Ha! What a silly procedure! In case you don't know the law, restaurants who serve alcohol are required to be "private clubs" so they have their diners sign up for free "memberships." It seems pointless since most restaurants don't keep up with their list of "members." Gotta love that small town charm! I loved seeing my family and friends this weekend. I've missed each and every one of you so much! And to the ones I didn't get to see; we'll back for a week right after Christmas. Hope to see you all then!

Costumes and Candy

I haven't celebrated Halloween in years. When I was a small child I loved Halloween. What kid doesn't love getting candy just for playing dress-up? I was a red M&M quite a few times; probably because I never outgrew the outfit. Sometime in middle school, my parents stopped taking us trick-or-treating and instead we went to the church fall festival. I stopped wearing costumes around that time because no one else my age did. In highschool, I got my fill of costumes in the fall play and spring musical every year. The "cool" thing to do was find "haunted" places to go to and watch scary movies. In college, I was too busy with homework. I just kept skipping over this silly holiday. I forgot what a good reason it is to get together with friends and act completely ridiculous. This year, I thought it would be fun to go all-out. I'm collaborating with a friend to throw a costume bash. It's kept me pretty busy but it's all in fun. I feel like a little kid again; getting ready with costume ideas and schemes. I can't believe I've been ignoring October 31st for so long. Happy Halloween, everyone!

I've Been Idly Watching Life Pass Me By

This summer I really got into a slump. I watched far too much tv and sat on the couch more than any twenty-something ever should. And this has become my lifestyle. I work until 11:30 pm, so I sleep really late; later than my body needs to. I get up, wander around in my pj's all morning, play with Chipper, then go to work. I have become a lazy bum. I put off everything until the weekend. Well this ends now. Life is zooming by and I'm not seizing every moment to enjoy it. I find I need some structure and goals in place to accomplish anything. I'm completely lost without my college deadlines! So I'm putting these goals out in public for all the world to see and hopefully hold me accountable to. I'm putting these in can-do/will-do phrasing so they seem more like statements than goals....thereby tricking myself into accomplishing them. Maybe this will work....

1. I'm going to get up earlier because I really don't need 9-10 hours of sleep every night.

2. I'm going to read more. And not just those trashy magazines that keep coming in the mail for free. I want to read through the entire Bible and constantly keep another book going too; a chapter of both, a day. I'm also going to read the news every day.

3. I'm going to blog once a week; like I planned to do when I started this thing.

4. I'm going to capture one moment a day in a photograph and share it.

5. LESS TIME ON FACEBOOK!!

6. I'm going to re-learn Spanish. It helps to have a second language in your back pocket; at least the basics. I've heard once you learn one new language, other languages are a piece of cake.

7. I really want to to teach myself guitar; not concert/leading church-worthy guitar, but enough to have fun and play a ditty occasionally.

8. I am going to constantly have an art project going; not going as in sitting-in-my-closet-hasn't-been-touched-in-weeks, either; actually really, truly working on and finishing projects.

9. I'm going to work out in some form or other every day. I'm going to go on afternoon walks with Chipper and Chris every chance I get.

10. Weekly dates with Chris are going to happen. Going out or staying in; tv off. Face-to-face time with my best friend.

Everybody's Changing and I don't feel the same

I just got a call from a friend and her ringtone is the song "Everybody's Changing" by Keane. Not surprisingly, it really struck a chord with me. The most random and mundane things can really grab my attention sometimes. I started thinking about the past and how much I have changed. My husband and I recently acquired a small inside dog. For those of you that knew me when I was younger, this probably comes as a major shocker. I used to be terrified of big dogs and annoyed by little dogs. My mom tells a story of my loving uncle terrorizing me with a poodle when I was a toddler. She attributes the start of my fears from that episode. However, I vividly remember being chased around my grandparents backyard by a giant (man-eating beast from The Sandlot) dog when I was in elementary school. His owner claimed hot pink (the color of my favorite windbreaker) happened to be his dog's favorite chew toy color. I guess I was about the size of a chew toy at the time. I narrowly escaped/jumped/flew into my dad's arms when he came outside because I was screaming as I ran laps past every window. My annoyance of little dogs came from some family members who owned hyper inside dogs that jumped all over me and yapped and were just generally obnoxious. We also owned an idiot Dalmation mix for a while too. I had so many bad experiences with dogs that I just tried to avoid them. It translated into me not liking pet type animals at all since I think cats are creepy and ultimately Satan in fur form. My strong dislike for cats will never change, but my dog fear did with time. When I went to college, my parents experienced a strange form of empty nest syndrome and attempted to replace me with a medium-sized outside mutt. Ginger was the sweetest, most good- natured dog I ever met. When I was home, I would sit out on the porch and pet and play with Ginger. I could just feel the stress melting away. Ginger changed my outlook on canines. I had just happened to meet a poor sampling of her kind. It would be the equivalent of judging the entire human based on Joan Rivers and Hannibal Lecter Since moving up here, I've missed my relaxing dog-petting time. So Chris and I had been talking about "expanding our little family" with a small pet. It was perfect timing when my old college roomie needed to get rid of one of her dogs. Chipper is a poodle-bichon frise mix and he is perfect for us! He's playful and content to nap on the couch with me too. I'm so glad to have Chipper around. He really cuts down on the loneliness and need to blog on here....obviously since I've taken such a long hiatus. I am curious what Mom and Dad will replace my brother with. A Great Dane, possibly?

Kick Off Your Sunday Shoes

I watched the movie Footloose last night for the first time. It's one of those classic movies that I've wanted to watch for a while but never found the time for it. I couldn't believe how much the story line tied into my current events. Here's a quick synopsis for those of you so un-cultured as to have never seen it. By the way, I highly recommend it. This is a tale of teen rebellion and repression. Kevin Bacon's character, Ren, moves from Chicago to a small Midwestern town. This town is set in the Bible belt and the local fundamentalist Christian church is the focal point. The pastor of said church seems more important than the mayor. Rock & roll music and dancing are viewed as sin and are thereby outlawed. They also banned various books based solely on their title. Obviously the plot is that Ren fights the elders to have a school dance.

As I watched this movie, sadly I wasn't shocked by the church's attitude. I grew up in the Bible belt and I know that many of the generation portrayed in the movie would love to ban all kinds of "sinful" behaviors. It's because of this atmosphere that Ren felt like an outsider and I fear many people do when they visit churches.

At church and small group, we've been discussing "church lingo" and how it makes newcomers feel excluded at times. This can be a hard concept for me, considering my background. But, when I consider it closely, the concept is simple. To people who weren't raised in church or the south, saying "Jesus came into my heart" sounds insane and calling them "brother" or "sister" is odd and can be off-putting. There are other ways to explain your salvation that sound more intelligent. I know we're the family of God but the "brother/sister" thing is sickly sweet, especially to a stranger. I consider many new and old friends my family! As Christians, we've created this subculture where watching rated R movies, drinking beer, and dancing are faux pas. Who are we to judge people, rather than love them? We raise up our morality higher than our relationship. Jesus dined with the lowest of the low in his society, yet we surround ourselves with "good" things and fear stepping out of our comfort zones to be in the world and not of the world. I know that's a thin line to walk, but I think we can all do a better job of it.

This may seem harsh but know that I'm talking mostly to myself here. If you're convicted, then so be it.

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

Today I was in the bathroom, putting in my contacts, when I heard voices. No, not voices in my head like a crazy person; angry voices coming through the wall. My neighbors were having a loud, heated discussion. So my question today is, if you can hear your neighbors arguing, should you eavesdrop? If they're that loud, obviously they want to be heard, correct? I was instantly enthralled by this live soap opera. I froze with one contact balancing on my finger as I strained to hear more. Turns out it wasn't an interesting battle and that actually disappointed me. I love drama that I'm not personally involved in. I thought today might be like an episode of my favorite TV show, Modern Family. Cameron discovers that he can hear the neighbors on Lily's baby monitor. He proceeds to listen in, jump to conclusions, and screw everything up; but it ends up alright in the end and everyone laughs. Why can't life be a sitcom?

That Which We Call a Rose

I love Shakespeare. I love to quote him. I love to read his plays. A quote from Romeo and Juliet hits home for me right now.  Juliet says, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." She's explaining to Romeo that it doesn't matter if they come from warring families. Names are artificial and meaningless. She loves Romeo, not for his family name and not for his family. I've always been annoyed by my name. Not my last name, but my boring first name. Sarah. Blah. There's always been at least one other Sarah in my life, not necessarily in my grade or class, but always close by. It doesn't suit my personality. I used to tell my mom I wanted a more unique name like Sacagawea or something (usually after a trip to Walmart where undoubtedly another Sarah had been yelled at repeatedly). The meaning of my name fits me perfectly. Princess. I usually think of myself as royalty. How I apparently came to have my name is an interesting story too. My mom claims she liked the name because of the song "Sara" (the band obviously couldn't spell) by Jefferson Starship. This song is an honest-to-goodness sappy 80's love song. Look it up on youtube. It will brighten your day. The "h" on the end of my name has always been such a debate too! I hate it because most people forget it or leave it off but then Sara without the "h" looks so unfinished. My kindergarten teacher called me "Sarah with an H" because I would get hostile when she misspelled my name. My parents supposedly let me name my little brother. I'm sure I had help though. I can't remember. But left to my own devices at age six, I think I would have chosen Pooh Bigbird or Princess Strawberry. He's one lucky kid. Michael. There was a boy at a daycare where I used to work whose name was Jet Plane. His older sister named him and she must not have had any guidance. My niece wants to name her unborn sibling George. We don't know the sex yet, but she's convinced it's a boy since she already has a sister. Ah, the logic of a four-year-old. George is an upstanding name especially considering a preschooler chose it. Maybe that's because she likes Curious George. I'm just glad my niece hasn't heard the song, "A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash. I think names are important but they're not the end-all. I spent most of life wishing for a more creative name but it doesn't define me. I think I would have turned out exactly the same if I had been named Sacagawea. My name's simple, common and I like it that way.....even if it was inspired by a cheesy 80's song.

It's Disconcerting to Look Out Your Window and See Someone Staring Back

There is this giant gray goose. He resides in the pond directly behind my apartment. I think he and his goose friends are stalking me. I've had run-ins with geese before. Once a goose got in front of my small silver car and had a honking war with me. He might have confused my car for an attractive lady goose. He made me a tad late for class. That's one excuse the professor would have had trouble believing. "No really, sir. A goose tried to mate with my vehicle. And I was inside. Luckily it didn't set off the airbags!" This goose could have followed me from Arkansas. They do migrate. Anyway, I looked out the window today, to admire the view, the pretty pond and whatnot...and there are two huge geese standing right outside my window, staring in at me. What is it with these birds? As if the constant honking wasn't enough, now they have be creepy peeping toms, too?

If I could I would be smoke and I would float myself out of here.

I am in sitting in a smoke-filled apartment attempting to burn off the remnants of a bread bag on my stove. Hubby cooked me breakfast and set the bread on a hot burner. I'm not complaining though or he'll never cook for me again. This just seemed like a mishap that needed to be shared. I'm going to drop the subject now because he will read this and I really do enjoy his messy cooking.

It's getting harder and harder to finish out my last two weeks at the daycare. Today I had to take out multiple bags of garbage (left over from last night) in the pouring rain. I was soaked by the end of the trips because I'm short and small so I already have trouble reaching and opening the dumpster when it's dry. The closers wouldn't take it out because it was raining then too. So naturally, the director made me do it, first thing this morning. I considered just getting back in my car and going home. Today, the director informed that tomorrow I would work 8 hours in the three year old classroom with no breaks. I told her that I would rather not. I offered to work longer just to get a break because I know I'll want to pull my hair out. No. There aren't enough teachers there to give out breaks. Here's an idea. HIRE MORE PEOPLE. I might be "sick" tomorrow.

Now Under New Management

After months of searching, I got a new job. Not my dream job (sadly I'm not even sure what my dream job is anymore) but this is definitely a step up from poopy diapers and bruised shins (yes...the kids occasionally kick teachers)....not to mention I'll get paid more! It was bittersweet though. I found out I'm an alternate for training this Wednesday so if two people are sick or late...I'm in! If not, I start training on May 26th. I see the positives to both of these options...start sooner, make more money now....start later get a four day weekend after my other job ends. It will also effect our trips to Arkansas in June for the weddings. With my official work schedule, if I start training this Wednesday, I won't be able to go to Amber and Duane's vow renewal. If my training gets pushed back, I'll be able to go to everyone's weddings briefly. The other somewhat downside is that my schedule is going to be nights. 4:30pm-1:00am. I could get used to it because I like nights better than days and I have trouble getting up early in the morning. I chose this shift because it was the only one available with Sundays off so I can continue to go to church and small group. That's also the only day off that Chris and I share....I'd really miss it if we didn't have that time together each week. I'll have Sundays and Tuesdays off and I can go swimming during the day! I'm really excited about this opportunity even if it wasn't exactly what I expected. I'm so sick of taking care of strangers' children!! YAY!!! Now I have a desk job with lots of cool discounts and benefits!

My Church is a Labyrinth Full of Strange Things

I go to a new church in an ancient building. It's a church plant that took over a dying church. The building is massive and intricate and beautiful. Today was a "work day" (volunteers clean out random rooms and do some maintenance). We filled up a huge dumpster with junk in just a few hours. Apparently the people who occupied the building before were pack rats with unusual style. The walls of the old youth room were covered in Anime Bible scenes....weird on so many levels. Just picture Moses with a baby Asian face and a long, flowing neck beard. That's all you need to know. There was a large closet in this odd youth room chalk full of ratty old clothes that had not been touched in decades. They were in such disrepair that we didn't have the heart to donate them. So we hid them in trash bags (so the needy neighbors wouldn't see) and took them to the dumpster (I did save one diamond in the rough for my trendy thrifty friend). After we completely cleared out the closet and youth room, we moved to an old Sunday School room on the third floor. This room had numerous ugly paintings in tacky frames, bags and bags and bags of packing peanuts, lots of bubble wrap, a box of stained glass windows, millions of soda cans, a faded poster of DC Talk circa 1990's, and a box marked "Caution: Highly Explosive." It just keeps getting better. After emptying this room, I was glad to move to the first floor. After climbing up and down three flights of stairs, my thighs were crying out for mercy. This room was full of pianos...I'm talking approximately twelve pianos back to back to back in one room. We also found a filing room reminiscent of FBI movies...only these files contained church choir musicals such as A Barbecue for Benjamin: A musical based on the parable of the prodigal son featuring songs with titles: Whoops! My Pocketbook's Empty and Who's that Digging in My Garbage Can? There was also  a bust of a Roman soldier. Yes, a Roman soldier. We took that to one of our friends...he collects and sometimes wears strange things and it suited him well. I don't know how one building can have some many interesting artifacts hidden inside. I was truly amazed and I feel like my description doesn't do it justice.

Simplify Your Closet, Simplify Your Life

I came home in a cleaning mood today. It's a rare occasion, so when it happens, I take advantage. I reorganized every nook and cranny in our apartment. We have a small apartment but you'd be surprised what a pack rat like me can cram! For some reason, cleaning out my closet puts me in the best mood. I can physically see results (a large pile of unwanted or unneeded clothes and accessories). I even went through our office space and spare closet and under the bed. I now have a pile of unwanted items in my front closet....sadly, not quite enough for a yard sale. Maybe I can ship them down to Arkansas and bum a table at a willing loved one's yard sale. Any takers? Haha. I do know I can sell the books at a used book store up here...unless anyone's interested in various Cliff's Notes, cookbooks, or Acting for Dummies? I'll probably donate the clothes. I do have a heart....for the needy. I had idea for some of my more girly and colorful clothes and accessories. I'm putting them in a large tote bag for my nieces to play dress-up with when they come to visit. They're girly girls and love going through my stuff.....so now they have stuff they're allowed to go through. Knowing them, I'll probably still need to hide my makeup though. I hope they like it because I'm excited and I know I would have loved it when I was young.
I know it sounds crazy, but I really feel like un-cluttering my closet = un-cluttering my brain. I feel like I'm moving on and saying goodbye to the past. I feel like I'm clearing my mind for my next big adventure.  I may not fit into those jeans anymore but I'm happy with myself. I also have fun looking at things like this horrible red suit I own (well not anymore...I may see a homeless person in it soon). My main question is: WHAT WAS I THINKING AND WHY DID I HANG ON TO IT SO LONG?? It even has a red flower on the lapel. What interview would ever call for such atrocious attire? The craziest part is that I cannot for the life of me remember buying it. It just seems like it's been in my closet my whole life and I've been afraid to part with it. Maybe it's haunted and I've gotten rid of it before but it kept reappearing. We'll find out soon. Is it terrible to donate such an awful suit? I mean I know "beggars can't be choosers"......but this would be just plain mean. Maybe it will find a loving home with some eccentric old lady who owns lots of cats.

If It's 5:00 Somewhere, Is It Also Christmas Somewhere?

On Sunday I saw a house with a light up reindeer on the roof. Really, folks? It's MAY!! Summer is breathing down our necks and you're going fry a reindeer on your roof? "What's that you're grilling?" "Reindeer shish-ka-bobs." I mean I've seen lots of people too lazy or busy to take down their Christmas lights for years at a time...but a REINDEER?!? It just doesn't scream curb appeal to me. I cannot comprehend how people have the time and energy to decorate their house and then just run out of fuel before they un-decorate? "Ugh...I'm just still too tired to ever take down these decorations after putting them up 3 months ago....?" OK...done with my rant. This actually got me thinking theologically. Scary...huh? It reminded me of this man (I have no idea who he was...this was years ago...it seems like he might've been associated with Operation Christmas Child) that spoke at my church. He talked about how Christmas is not just a once-a-year holiday. It's a state of being. We should worship God everyday like people do on Christmas. His visual aid? Socks. He pulled up his pants legs to reveal one red sock and one green sock...to remind himself that "Christmas" is everyday. He claimed to wear these socks everyday. Hopefully he had multiple pairs. Does he continue to wear his ridiculous socks in flip flop weather? If anyone sees a man in red/green socks and sandals in July...let me know! I don't have to wear color-blind people's socks to remember to praise Jesus everyday for my breath of life. It seems like pastors harp a lot on living Christmas everyday. Don't get me wrong...Christmas is important...but dually important is Easter. Poor Easter doesn't get near the hype as his counterpart. Easter is when we celebrate the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus for our sins. I don't know about you...but that gets me fired up! It was refreshing to hear a sermon this year about living "Easter" everyday. Our pastor talked about celebrating the fact that Christ took on our sin and saved us by His infinite grace. He didn't even mention carrying Peeps marshmallows in your pockets everyday to remind you of Easter. All this to say that God is around all year long and He deserves our full attention 24/7....not just on Christmas or Easter or any of our other originally Pagan holidays that we adopted and now ritually celebrate.

Anonymity in the City

I grew up in a town of around 20,000 people in Arkansas. My mom works in the town hospital and my dad is a big kahuna in the local factory. Between the two of them, they know almost every person within 30 miles....not to mention that my grandpa either knows EVERYone or gets to know everyone. Add to the fact that we were actively involved in one of the largest churches in town and my dad has thousands of cousins in every nook and cranny of the county. I had no chance of getting away with anything in high school. It was like growing up in a fish bowl. I couldn't drive around town without seeing 15 people I knew or bumping into 27 different people I knew in Walmart. Even if I didn't know everyone, there were always a lot of familiar faces around. Moving to Kansas City (metro area pop. is about 2 million) was terrifying and liberating all at the same time. I've grown to love it. I miss my family...of course...but I like going to Walmart without a drop of mascara on and not wondering if I'll run into someone from high school who will gossip about how I used to be pretty and wear makeup but fell apart in college! HAHA. I love that I can drive in this crazy city traffic and I think, "I could make a crude gesture and no deacons I know would see it." It's lovely. For some reason I never get mad enough in traffic to actually offend someone. Dodging in and out of city traffic actually calms my nerves instead of raising my blood pressure like most people. It wasn't as socially accepted to dodge in and out in AR....people just scoot along at their own pace and generally don't know the real intentions of passing lanes and turning lanes. There's a lot more people up here that have no idea where they're going, though. And that puts me at ease because I never have a clue where I'm going (even back home) but now I have an excuse for being born without a sense of direction. Thank God for GPS!