lions and tigers and bears - oh my!

Last night, over a de-licious Thai beef salad, an interesting question came up between myself and a friend.

If we were wild animals, how would we lure our prey?

How would you?

"Assorted Tropical Foliage"

Meet my new plant.

Memories

In your days, do you ever hear a song or smell something that takes you back to your childhood, to memories you haven't thought about since then? I heard a song recently that triggered memories of hard church pews and stained glass windows. It was when the MC's sang a worship song on Wednesday night called "When God Ran". I would've thought it was newly written, except for the memories it brought back. I was going crazy wondering how I knew it. So I called my mom the next day -- and it turns out there was a lady who used to sing that song at our church during offering, when I was 5 or something. It's so interesting to me how many memories are actually in our brains, and that they stay there forever. It only takes something familiar to bring them back up.

just thinking about things

I'm bugged that I've been unmotivated to write anything lately. Like most people, I have this need to express myself, and if my expression gets stuffed up inside, I get bugged.

Last night I was at my friend Nikki's, and she showed me her portfolio filled with all sorts of artistic & creative expression - graphic design, furniture design, photography, sketches, paintings. You name it, she's probably done it. It was interesting and personal and it spoke of great inner depth; plus she's just freakin' talented. Anyway, it really inspired me to find a new way to express myself when I can't find the words.

That's the problem with most forms of communication. If I want anyone to get me, I have to TALK. And use WORDS. Or sign language.

I think it's time to start painting.

Test

I'm sorry to say, you have failed the test. I was waiting for one of the brilliant friends of mine to notice the mis-quote at the top of this page. Alexander Meiklejohn did mot write those words. It was in fact, Robert Frost. Thanks for playing. (Good job calling me on it, Jenette Warne.)

New Photos

These are some of the photos from my most recent print job. It was so much fun - I got to work with some really great people.

A Kitten Named Cy

Cy is short for Cyclops. He was born to a family in Oregon, but he died on his second day of life. It kinda freaks me out.

Try this.

There's a man named Adam Christing who will pay you $10,000 if you come up with the best answer to the question: What is the meaning of life?

go to www.TheMeaningOfLife.com

Neglect

Neglect: abandon, desert, ignore, overlook, pass over, disregard, forget

This is what I've done to my blog.

But sometimes there's just no reason to write. Unless you want to hear about the small, furry animal I found dead next to my car today.

Stars

Last night after homegroup I got home, parked my car, and as I walked to the house, I saw the stars in between the low parting clouds. I haven't seen them in so long; they were beautiful. Even this morning as I was watching the sunrise, I thought how looking up to those things can instantly change my perspective. That it's not so much about me as I think it is. There's a much bigger, more beautiful picture that I can imagine; but the wonderful part is that I was chosen to be apart of it.

Beach House

I took a nap Saturday afternoon, and woke up just as the sun was setting. I managed to do a little exploring along the beach, and took some of these lovely pictures.

More Photos

So this weekend we went to our youth leaders retreat at the Cline's beach house on hood canal. It's a beautiful place! Here are some photos of the weekend...
Roni daydreaming...
Sam was telling a story about Tim here.
Kyle, Eric, Sam: Brave Hunters.
They tasted better than they looked.
More food...
Dave mastered this game.
Guess who this lovely lady is...
Lisa.
Moi.

a few Christmas and New Year photos

Notice Tylers face on New Years!
Olivia and I on New Years night
Jill on New Years night
My nephew Jeremy and my mom's smile at Christmas!
My nephew Jaymin at Christmas!

Clarification

I just want to clarify the origin of that last picture I posted.

Some of you are thinking it's human beings from Aslan's blood line... some of you are thinking it's Christy wearing my mullet wig... Timothy thinks it's his own family (what a sad thing to get confused about)... and God forbid, some of you think it's my family. No, the man is Tony Allen. If you don't know him, his hair has beautiful black locks, and when grown out, causes an afro. I don't know where the woman and child come from, because last I heard he was single and childless. Props to you Tone-loc, I'm so glad you finally grew it out and aren't hiding your true self. You rock, Tony!

ALSO... I really want to know who posts as "anoymous" and sneaks in DC Talk lyrics. Listen to me, you don't have to be afraid of revealing your identity. You're loved an accepted here with open arms, as are all DC Talk fans.

Wow.

 

Nice House

If my dream home could be translated from my brain to something visual, this would be pretty close.

Chapter 6, Pages 78 & 79

"Every day I put faith on the line. I have never seen God. In a world where nearly everything can be weighed, explained, quantified, subjected to psychological analysis and scientific control, I persist in making the center of my life a God whom no eye hath seen, nor ear heard, whose will no one can probe. That's a risk.

Every day I put hope on the line. I don't know one thing about the future. I don't know what the next hour will hold. There may be sickness, accident, personal or world catastrophe. Before this day is over I may have to deal with death, pain, loss, rejection. I don't know what the future holds for me, for those I love, for my nation, for this world, Still, despite my ignorance and surrounded by tinny optimists and cowardly pessimists, I say that God will accomplish his will, and I cheerfully persist in living in the hope that nothing will separate me from Christ's love.

Every day I put love on the line. There is nothing I am less good at than love. I am far better in competition than in love. I am far better at responding to my instincts and ambitions to get ahead and make my mark than I am at figuring out how to love another. I am schooled and trained in acquisitive skills, in getting my own way. And yet I decide, every day, to set aside what I can do best and attempt what I do very clumsily - open myself to the frustrations and failures of loving, daring to believe that failing in love is better than succeeding in pride."

- Eugene Peterson
A Long Obedience in the Same Direction

Cool Link

Check it out. My eyes got all watery watching this. (nearly a cry!)
http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=828b376f-8793-4f84-b5d6-b55cb0de36b5&f=copy

Toby Mac

Toby Mac, and the mack is back no slack, on the dc track, is jacked, beyond comprehension, i believe that I failed to mention that, there's a lack of recognition, when it comes to his position...

(Okay... so I have it memorized! Imagine being 13 in 1993. You would have it memorized too!)

For those of you who grew up in Chistian culture, you know who Toby Mac is. And don't ask me how I know this, but TOBY MAC IS 41 YEARS OLD. That seems so wrong to me!!!

zzzz

I know that I'm super tired when every once in awhile I get this bolt of electric tiredness zap through my body. It's really weird. Has anyone every experienced that? Or, when I run over like 3 curbs on my way to work.