Hello world!

It's been a while.

Today was Black Friday....

And black it was indeed.

So many women, so little space...so little employees! The lines were dreadful. But yes, I was clocked at 9 hours of non stop shopping.

I think Black Friday should be the day before Thanksgiving...therefore we can give thanks for all the stuff we got the day before!

The grand world of technology

Challenge:
Try a day without the computer or a cell phone. Like nothing at all.

Where would we be?!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Just kidding.
But seriously.


Really.

Big Band

If you have the gift of XM Radio...or iTunes-try listening to any sort of music from the 40's.
It's life altering.

So is God.

So maybe pray and listen at the same time. Double whammie.
Just kidding.


But really.

You'll feel like you're in an old movie.

Whew.

So time is passing SO quickly. The funny thing is that despite my forgetfulness, He loves me.
The lyrics to this song called "He Loves Us" are actually so down to earth and almost comical. My favorite part? Thanks for asking!

If grace is an ocean, we are all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart turns violently in my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way He loves us

Apathy beyond compare.

There are times, such as these were Hiroshima could repeat itself 30 times over your neighborhood, and life would be just the same.
Have you ever felt like God's sense of humor is just too funny for you to laugh at. Things just seem to pan out all too well and sometimes its unwanted. Hah maybe that's just me.
And when music can't even describe how you feel...




Whoa. That's a first.
So yes, I'm swimming in a large lake of apathy. Floundering and floatin' around. It's dangerous.
But right now I'm not feelin' it.
God, if you're reading my blog...help a sister out.

This IS NOT just about the guy who got swallowed.

Jonah...this big 'ol prophet from Israel. God tells him one day to go preach to the city of Ninevah. {Ninevah=the capital of Assyria, the biggest and baddest nation that was Israel's enemy.}

Jonah thinks to himself "heck no" and runs away from God.

How many times have we been so scared and just ran away from God?

So he catches a boat to Tarshish...the farthest place a guy can go from Ninevah. And God sends a hugeee storm. All the shipmates are Assyrians, praying to idols and such. And here's Jonah...A STINKIN PROPHET, who falls into a deep sleep. Now what the heck was he thinking? He's got a whole boat full of people he could be witnessing to...and he's sleeping.

Good job, Jonah. Good.

So the captain of the ship runs to Jonah's room and is like "Listen-all of us are praying to our gods and it's not working. Get up and call on yours, maybe He'll spare us!"

Long story short, all the shipmates draw straws to see who's fault it is for this storm...

So Jonah gets called out. He tells them to throw him overboard and promises that the storm will then stop. Well it does, and the whole crew praises God.

Well...Jonah get's swallowed. He sits in the fish's stomach for three days and finally Jonah cries out to God.

Don't we do the same thing? We're sitting in the mess we've made for ourselves and like little babies we yell for our Father. And, since God is SO faithful, He helps us wherever we are, no matter what we've done. Jonah RAN from God and got stuck in a fish belly...but the Lord redeemed Jonah and ordered the fish to spit him up! God will do the same for US.

Jonah goes on and preaches to Ninevah and warns them that God is going to ruin their land if they don't shape up. And what do ya know-these wicked and sinful Ninevites change their ways and God changed His mind about punishing them.

Well Jonah is pissed. He doesn't understand why God would redeem these sinful Ninevite creeps. So Jonah leaves sets up camp...God grows a small vine to cover Jonah's head from the sun. But overnight, God sends a worm that eats the vine.
And you can assume the rest of the story...Jonah wakes up and starts whining about the vine.

So what can we get from this commonly overlooked story?
God. Is. Faithful.
No matter how many times Jonah was a nincompoop, God was always waiting for him to return on the right path. And whatever mess we get ourselves into, He is ready to help whenever you call it quits. He's our Father. He loves you.

It's like a new day.

Take into perspective how many days we live. To live out morning, afternoon, and evening a couple thousand times is quite fascinating.

I never thought I'd share this blog with anyone. I intended for it to be an "online journal"...but there's only so many deep things you can put as your status. Facebook can be so shallow. I want everything I do to be seeping with Him and the perceptive things He brings. I guess I get that from my sister... either way, I want to reach people in ways that sometimes can't be expressed in a picture comment or status update. 

This won't be one big "spoken word, let's talk philosophy" blog. I've actually got some pretty funny stories around here. Take a peeksie. (New word?)

Stranger.

Well howdy, stranger. I don't really feel like blogging actually...GASP. Actually, I don't really care much about blogging today.
I have a feeling the blog cops are gonna hunt me down for blasphemy.

A little recap of the last couple weeks.

We went to a WNBA game today-yahoo.

Things with God are going A-OK. I mean there've been bumps but He's pulling me through. I can't wait to see what my Friend has in store.
Comment on this post with questions and comments about Him, I love to share about my awesome, awesome God (although I know not nearly enough about such an immense God :)

I've been watching lots of movies...eating WAY too much...

I'm awfully saddened by Jon and Kate's divorce.

And have I mentioned that God is so cool? :)

Hmph.

Oh, how I miss home...

Ah..

Another day at the pool.

Tanner, thankfully.

I don't have much to write about, I'm too bored to think straight. Although it has been a good day. And for the record, this is day twelve.

Vintage

There's something so classy and unique about the past. I've always had such an interest in the culture and styles of the past, mainly the 1900's. There's something so authentic about old pictures and such. Gah! I just can't get enough of it. And lately I've been so excited to visit garage sales and charities! It's all old stuff-cheap-but so grand! The other day I bought this huge broach and necklace at the local charity and it looks so legitimate...because it IS. If you go to stores like Urban Outfitters and Anthropologie, you find the same looking stuff. Only it's around $30 more and it's not actually vintage. It's just manufactured in 2009 like the rest of the world.
Today's society is so...modern and just tacky. There's nothing classic about it. Nothing that our grandkids will say "Wow, that's really special...". Why? Because we all run around in short shorts and slut suits. There isn't any respect. There are no "customs" because America is more like Americhinaindimiddleast. So what trends are we setting to look back on? We're borrowing from pretty much every decade in the 20th century. This is a bummer.

Wowzers!

So far today I have...
Been to my grandmother's house.
Visited a garage sale.
Bought a $3 Colombian purse [really great].
Eaten a bowl of Froot Loops.
Eaten a Quarter Pounder with cheese.
...it's only 12:29pm

Still on today's to-do's...
Visit with the dog trainer
Meet my sister's friend, Jeff
Find a new Colombian purse for my sister

Good ol' Millie

[Mildred and I around 2 weeks ago attending our First Communion]

I have a faithful friend! Mildred, whata keeper! My second contact with the outside world!

Thank goodness for good friends! Boy do I miss 'em

Don't wake me up.

For the last 3 nights, I've gotten into bed excited. Why?
To dream.
And when I wake up in the morning, I stay in bed an extra hour so I can keep dreaming.
This is going to sound uber cheesy and lame, but dreaming is where I meet my friends. I hang out with Jim in my dreams and I have so much fun. I don't know how else to put this...but dreaming is the highlight of my day! It's really sad to wake up and know that you're actually awake. No more friends. No more Jim. Just family. Just life.
I don't know why I miss him so much. I came to the conclusion that he clearly does not long for me as I do for him. Hence my obsessive nature. Today driving near his neighborhood, I searched out the window intently, hoping to see him and his friends walking down the road.
Trying to make the most of life is getting kinda dull. God and I had a really cool time yesterday. This morning I was kinda not too into it. And I don't want to be worn down so soon. He fills me with joy And all I feel right now is bored and lonely.

I guess I'll just leave life for the dreams.

It's a new day!

Yahoo. Yipee.
Yeehawww. Kalabunga..
Woohoo!
People can not bring me downn! :)
I miss Jim, but it's a new day!
I feel like breaking out in a hymn. Something along the line of
Glory glory hallelujah

Vehicles.

Yep, it's day 4. WOOT.

I applied for a job. Although belaying kids on a rock wall when I barely weigh anything doesn't seem probable. So no job for me. Welcome to my life...

I also was granted the right to drive for the day. My positive attitude from this morning was squashed when I almost got hit 3 times in our honking SUV. My teenage robot...life.

525,600 minutes.

525,000 moments so dear.

525,600 minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

Yep. I just broke out in showtunes.

Day 3...

So far, so slow.
Today was the most emotionally twisted day. Ever.
I woke up and wanted to keep dreaming. I've found that dreaming is seriously the highlight of my days. It's where my friends are. When I woke up, it also hit me that I didn't have my phone. It hit me realll good.
Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot.
I lost my sister today on a bike ride. We got separated (because of my hard-headed nature) and we both searched around the city for each other on our bicycles . Clearly we have the coolest mode of transportation.
Her cell phone was in my backpack and since I, of course, am without a phone, I was unable to communicate. So I found my self sitting alone, crying, calling my mom in a Starbucks parking lot. Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot. My mom and I ended up frantically looking for that son of a gun. We found ol' skipper riding up the sidewalk. Welcome to my life...
As if that weren't enough, I got yelled at and given yet another guilt trip. My teenage robot...life. To make matters worse, my twisted punishment was going to church...yeah, I know. Turns out that church was awesome and I am now at peace. God is on my side. My friends, I have found a small chunk of the SILVER LINING.
...now to make that chunk last for 70 more days.

It's an emotional epedemic...

There is one word to express my feelings right now:

Homesick.

Para Comenzar

Welcome to my life...

As of yesterday morning, I have been banished. No cell phone, Facebook, friends, etc. There truly is nothing like being an adolescent.
Cue catchphrase: Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot.
As you can probably conclude, I am clearly unhappy with my circumstances. I start yet another summer alone...Welcome to my life...as a teenage robot. Though it was my own actions that got me into this mess, I loathe its consequences. The thought of spending my whole summer blogging and hitting up garage sales with Mom makes me want to wallow in sadness. Just when I had acquired friends (seeing that I've been in this state for 3 years and have yet to make any), I am punished from them. Woot! But enough of my pity party...although I would love to continue rolling around in despair.
THERE IS A SILVER LINING:
I am now able to use my time to get my life back on track. I hate to be cheesy. And I most definitely hate to learn from my lessons and express them publicly. Maturity must take its place and I shall realize my need for a rebellion-free life. Though my grounding will consist of around 75 days, this teenage robot will overcome her old ways. I plan on using my time without communication to connect with my God better than before. It is sad to say goodbye to my old self, but I rejoice in the fact that He will turn the tables for me.

...as a teenage robot