Eh O.K.

This is a real sculpture.  I don't know who made it and I don't know what it's made out of.  I just found it on google images.  

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year.

It really is.

Summer Sounds.

I kind of like waking up in the morning and not really knowing what I'm going to do that day.  I've taken naps, caught a lizard, found a rooster, and been in some thunderstorms.

I'm sure the 6 year old girl who lives next door would say the same thing.

It's nice. 

I love love love this song...

Seriously?

Why can't it just be like the old days?  You know, when there were streamers in the gym.

Lately I've been recalling some pretty obscure memories of the past decade, and after thinking about circumstances surrounding these memories, a lot of them have left me with the lingering question, "What the crap?"

Today's remembrance was one of the best that I've had in a while.  

Today I was on the phone with Andrea, and somehow we ended up talking about gym class during junior high.

The first day of P.E. in 7th grade was really terrifying because we all thought that we were going to have to take showers after class.  And we did.  Our teacher promised us that we would only have to do it once, so everybody better participate.  

I got in the shower partially clothed.  

Turns out I was allergic to the laundry detergent the school used to wash all the towels.

Next, I remembered what rainy days were like during gym class.  One day in particular, was very special.  Miss Henry herded all the girls into the locker room and told us that we would not be running the mile that day due to the rain.  Instead, she handed us a box full of tennis balls and told us to teach ourselves how to juggle.  

So we did.  For an hour.  In the locker room.

Another little nostalgic gem was Andrea mentioning how she had taken a "circus skills" class in the 8th grade for P.E. credit.  She also learned how to juggle, in addition to gaining some valuable experience on mini-stilts.  

We owe a lot to the public school system.  

Filling In The Blank.

______________, I call your spirit to attention in the name of Jesus of Nazareth. Listen with your spirit to God's promises in his word. 'For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.' (eph 2.10). Your Father has a purpose for you. I bless you with knowing your purpose as God has seen it in his heart. I bless you with being everything that God has designed you to be, because as you experience the joy of fulfilling your purpose, you will benefit, others will benefit, and the world will be blessed.' Amen. 

(blessing your spirit: arthur burk)

Float.

Interesting.

I was at a friends house last night, and met this guy who does Gregorian chant every Sunday at church.  Not a really common activity for 20 somethings....or anyone for that matter.  In fact, I'm pretty sure the last time I even heard the word Gregorian was in a 7th grade World History class.  

Gregorian chant is performed in Latin, and it sounds all soft and monastic, but I guess it's kind of ironic because the translation of the two pieces he performed were about the manifestation of the Spirit of God upon the Earth, and the impending destruction of the enemies of God.  

The moral of this story is...

When you sing about people going to Hell in Latin; no one gets offended.

Because Latin is dead.