I’ve Been Thinking: a scary insight

  • I haven’t worn shorts for at least a decade. Probably longer. I’m not sure it’s time yet, but I am willing to give it a try. maybe.
  • Usually, when things get stressful or happy or sad or glad or hairy or scary or normal I like to get a tattoo. The only problem right now is that I don’t actually have the money this time. Insert your saddest face. Or pitch in and buy me a tattoo people!! 
  • I am glad I accidentally chose the yellow iPhone 5. We got them for free because Verizon was doing a promo and we happened to be in the right place at the right time. Also, Jesus likes to bless our socks off. And our phones
  •  I love the movie The Monuments Men. I can’t say enough about it. It makes me want to preach a sermon on how God cares for our creativity, our art, and our passions. It makes me want to teach a high school history class and teach about all the stories not yet told during the world’s history. It makes me cry. Every time because the stories and insight into the lives of everyone else in the war are included. Because there is a different level of humanity revealed in the men who were brave enough to take on the challenge of preserving our visual history, some of them giving their lives. Because there is a further glimpse into the dehumanization of the Jews. I cry every time. Bill Murray? Seriously? brilliant.
  • My kidneys hate me. They are more of the “grass in greener” sort of kidneys. They want out. They’ve declared mutiny, but I am Captain Jack Sparrow. This ship belongs to me, suckers. I spent the morning in the ER having my organs tested and my kidneys probed. Doctors get excited when I tell them I have a floating kidney. For those of you who aren’t familiar with that it happens when you don’t have enough fat in your abdomen, so your organs don’t stay in place. For those of you who have seen me, you know I have plenty of cushion. Let’s just agree that I am unusual and move on. The doctor spent three minutes checking and rechecking my kidney, all the while saying “how interesting. there it is.” Glad to help.
  •  I am ready to know our future. I don’t mean when I’ll die or how everything will play out, but the fact is that I know nothing about nothing and the more days pass the more I feel like I feel less. Is that possible? I don’t even know what I am supposed to do with my days because I am a planner, and I have nothing to plan. So. Here I will sit. I will blog and go to work and watch my son play baseball. I will fight to stay in the moment rather than fretting about all the things I can’t get done because I have no answers. 
  • I could watch every Aces game and still ask for more.
  • I had a stressful week. Not because of all the crazy things that happened with silly employees not quite living up to the character of adults in society. And not because my kidneys were utterly failing their test of life. But because we had a little girl, five years old, nearly collapse at my school. I’m the boss, and she was with me, so it fell to me to care for her. I thought she was going to need CPR. I don’t know if you have ever been in that position, but babies seem even smaller when they are the object of an emergency situation. She got small. Very small and breakable. I prayed like a freakin Christian facing the lions in Roman times. And I cussed at the devil like a hooker whose territory is being invaded by a prettier hooker. In the end, the fire department and Jesus saved the day. What’s new? She was taken by ambulance, and it’s looking good. Still waiting to hear a final result. 
  •  I’m suddenly a reality TV junky. FINE it isn’t sudden. But So You Think You Can Dance? I can’t resist. Next Food Network Star? sigh. I can’t stay away. I was easily able to skip American Idol’s finale once they eliminated my favorite guy. 

I am sorry if I scared you. 
Signing out.