Old People Just Say the Darndest Things…
I woke up early this morning to frost on my window and the sun piercing my room. I took a shower and got ready to the sound of cheery Christmas music. Once I arrived at Starbucks Hayley and I pushed the big comfy chairs together since they are always too far apart to have a proper conversation. After we had saved the best seats in the house with our purses, I got up to order my drink. As I was waiting for the ladies in front of me to finish I happened to catch some of their conversation about a ring..
“That is just absolutely gorgeous!”
“Simply Beautiful”
“Oh thank you dear! He bought it for our 20th anniversary.”
“AAAH! That diamond is so big I just want to bite it! Grr”
What the beep? Seriously…who says that? I’m still laughing! Oh my goodness.
Future Cosmotologist
Ronni just came into my room with mascara around her eyes, eyeliner across her nose and eyebrows, and a light pink lipgloss smeared across her lips…and everything else. She wanted to be “pitty yike bekah”.
Oh boy.
By the way… she IS fed. Honestly. She just is very boney.
Finally…some justification.
This popped up when I logged on today…
The science: Researchers from Rutgers University found that when sunburned mice guzzled caffeinated water and then hit the running wheel, their risk of developing skin cancer plummeted. Turns out both caffeine and cardio trigger damaged skin cells to self-destruct before they can turn cancerous. And when the two are combined, this effect isn’t just cumulative; it’s exponential. Case in point: The rodents that drank and ran had one-third as many damaged skin cells as mice that did only one or the other.
Ok so I think that tests like these on poor little Mickeys and Minnies is terrible and wrong and I don’t even know how credible this is but still… now i can tell people that I’m protecting myself from skin cancer when I drink my Starbucks. I’m not an addict. ((or so they’ll think))
My Life Should be a Broadway Production.
No joke. So much of my life revolves around music… it’s ridiculous. Every time I watch a musical with my someone who doesn’t know me, they always comment on how ridiculous and unrealistic they are. “Seriously, who really bursts out into song in the middle of a conversation and starts singing?” Well obviously they haven’t lived a day in my Vans. Here are just a few scenarios to give you an idea….
1. I am in the doctors office. It’s quite quiet. The only sound is the secretary-type lady typing and a young boy flipping through a magazine. In the background is this horribly annoying opera music. If it were good I would have no problem with it, but I felt like I was getting sound-bitten to death. After a few minutes of teeth-gritting agony, the nurse called my name in the biggest smile known to any human. I sauntered up, snapping and humming, trying to drone out the opera. She giggled at me and showed me to the room. I was sitting in there and the doctor and my mom walked in. I was of course, by now, full out singing Wicked’s Defying Gravity. ((you know the part where she’s high above everyone else and belting out the whole “youll never bring me down ladeedadeedah”)) I abruptly stopped and pretended to be checking my text messages. After a small conversation with my mom the doctor proceeded to tell me what’s going on. The only thing was, I didn’t notice, so I kept on humming loudly, staring at an odd looking diagram and completely ignoring him. After, as the secretary was scheduling another appointment, I slid in front of her window doing jazz fingers and side stepping and singing some jazzy showtune. I’m guessing from Chicago or Rent. It’s a sad thing when a mom is embarassed of her teenage daughter. Pretty sure it’s supposed to be the other way around.
2. Setting: lunch table
actors: leslie, kim, laura, zoe, bekah, and christa
camera pan left and middle shot of all.
Cue Leslie talking about duct tape. “All I need is some…”
Bekah jumps up obnoxiously and starts singing….”all you need is love”
suddenly…whole lunch table joins in reciting moulin rouge and dancing in sync.
cue surrounding tables to simultaneously turn around and stare.
3. I was sitting outside after an intense madrigal rehersal when some random man comes up and makes up a rap about me. He told me I’m lucky since people “don’t freestyle for free these days yo”.
ok well there are millions upon trillions of more but perhaps I’ll save those for a later date since I have to run.
have an awesome night.
Why?
I have this problem. I always try to figure out God. I always try to understand why He does the things He does… but then He goes and shows me that there is absolutely NO way that I ever will.
It is SO incredibly hard sometimes to comprehend that everything will somehow figure in to His marvelous plan. Realizing that beauty can come from pain is hard to accept when the pain is so real and alive. This quote from Don puts things in a bit of a better light.
“It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts of our reality, and so it would seem to us, looking out from within our reality, that it would contradict reason. But reason itself would suggest it would have to be greater than reality, or it would not be reasonable.”
So, I guess, ((now I have so much running through my head right now my thoughts may not be comprehensible)) that in order for God to even make any sense at all to us, then it would only make sense for Him to make no sense.
But still it’s hard not to ask why.
Proverbs 16:9
We plan the way we want to live, but only God makes us able to live it.
The Message.
Alright.
I realize that I happened to rejoin the blogging world at a particularly busy time in my life. Therefore, my blog has desprately been lacking a proper post. It mainly consists of little snippets and not even full thoughts. I’ll try to make some time more often.
But first, one more small thought I have to throw in here.
I’ve never been a huge Elton John fan but I have a new appreciation once I found out that he is the one who originally sang Your Song from Moulin Rouge. Of course I love the Ewan McGregor version a million times more, but still….
My Halloween… a few days late.
First I had to make up a costume in 5 minutes so I could take my sisters trick-or-treating. I was a pirate. NOT a hobo! Apparently I wasn’t piratey enough. Is it really not noticeable? and in this new neighborhood… they don’t exactly approve of people my age trick-or-treating. For some reason though, they didn’t mind in the least when this one young couple walked around trick-or-treating with a baby that couldn’t even eat candy… they just ate it themselves.
((notice Scott’s Christmas card from last year STILL on my fridge. tee hee))
Candy turn out was ok… we were only out for a while.
Then we went to Chipotle and got some delicious free burritos after our huge family made complete fools out of ourselves and walked in dressed as burritos.
