Mamma Mia!

Confession: I'm a sucker for movie musicals. I love them. A plot and theme all set to song and dance - entertainment at its finest. Whenever I was a little girl we rented Grease from the movie store so often that finally one day mom just asked if she could buy it.

You can imagine my joy when the answer was "yes" and we carried it home to own forever that very day. I always so jealous of Olivia Newton-John because of all that dancing that she got to do with John Travolta. Not to mention the fact that she got to ride off into the sunset (literally) with him in the jazzy car. Some of my other favorites are Chicago, Hairspray, Dreamgirls, and of course The Sound of Music. When mom and I were in Vegas last year we went to see Mamma Mia! at Mandalay Bay, and we loved it. A musical full of ABBA tunes...what's not to love?!? Needless to say I'm super stoked that the movie opens tomorrow. I know what I'm doing this weekend. In the meantime I'll be listening to my ABBA Gold CD to prepare for it. Yes, I own the CD, and no I'm not ashamed to admit it. :)

Rejected at the Blood Drive

Since I work on a college campus, I am provided with ample opportunities to give the gift of life via blood donation. I've done it once. Shame on me. So today I decided to do a good deed and roll up my sleeves. Let's be honest, I really just wanted some Nutter Butters, and I didn't have change for the snack machine (kidding, kidding). I drank lots of water throughout the morning, ate a good lunch and marched over with the two Emilys at 1:00. I proudly handed my blood donor card (with the big fat "1" donation notation) to the Red Cross employee in order to begin the painful process of disclosing personal information such as my weight and whether or not I've had relations with a man who has had relations with a man who has had relations with a monkey on the continent of Africa anytime during the past 7 years to a complete stranger. Emily O-W decided to turn it into a contest and anyone who has ever played Taboo with me knows how I love to win. The goal was to have the highest hemoglobin count. Her's was high so she was feeling pretty confident until Emily K. came back with a crazy ridiculously high count. So then it was my turn. The pressure was on. First test - too low. I decided to be a trooper and try again. Still too low. Geez! Rejected at the blood drive. It's a-ok though and here's why:

1. I still got Nutter Butters (a.k.a., consolation cookies).
2. My blood type is AB-. Do you know how many people are AB-? Um, 1 person in 167. It's the most uncommon blood type. So one would think I need to give blood, right? Not really because the only people who can receive my blood are the other 100 AB- people out there. And we can receive from all the other negatives so whenever the Red Cross harasses others about giving blood, I never get the phone calls.
3. It's necessary that I eat a steak, stat in order to boost my iron levels.

Medieval Times with Micah

Let me start by saying that Micah is quite possibly Mom and Dad's greatest child. Now, we all have qualities that make us great in our own ways (at least that's what Mom tells us), but Micah is the best I think. He's so go with the flow and patient. After much patience, he and I finally got to have our fun weekend together. Of course his weekend came after Ethan's weekend. The boys are so different in terms of their interests so there was no sporting event involved this time. Well, I guess technically jousting is a sport. Maybe not so much the staged and rehearsed kind that you find at Medieval Times though. On Saturday night we went down to Discover Mills for the festivities. Now I'm not one to get all jazzed about swords and shields and men with their long hair and sparkly tights on horseback, but I'm probably the most well-rounded child so I can appreciate it for the entertainment that it was. Micah really enjoyed it though and knowing that he had fun is what made it totally worth it for me. (Unbeknown to Micah, the Golden Knight was waiting to pounce at just the right moment.)

Afterwards we headed back to Athens. Upon our arrival at my apartment, Cash really proved himself as a "guard dog": Sunday night we headed back to my parents' house and I was able to spend a couple of days with the family as well. Traveling with a puppy and a brother is quite exhausting. It even wore the passengers out:

Cash on Ice

Look - I know that it appears that I'm obsessed with my dog from all the pictures I take of him. I promise, if he was your dog, you would be obsessed too. Unless of course you had some aversion to puppy teeth or barking at 1:15 a.m. or constantly digging bark and rocks out his mouth. Thanks to my neighbor emptying his cooler on Cash's potty spot, I found out last night that my little water puppy does not discriminate between frozen or liquid H2O. He played and played and played in it until it was all melted. Considering it's July, that was all of about 25 minutes.

My Puppy Looks Like a Dog

Holy geez...this pup is growing like a little weed, and he is already losing his puppy look. I happen to know that he's still the cutest dog in the world though so it's ok that his looks are changing. His weight doubled in 3 weeks and who knows how many more l-b's he has packed on in a week since his last visit to the vet. His latest trick as of yesterday morning is jumping on the furniture...you can see he's quite proud of this feat (and his big feet!) by the picture.

Gotta' Love Small Town Politics

The political season is really heating up with the Georgia primary just days away, and it became very apparent earlier this week on my commute into work. No, I do not drive the Delorian and work in the year 1943. This picture was taken just yesterday.
There are two unfortunate things about this: I did not get to snap the picture during the morning or evening "rush hour" commutes when Mr. Malcom himself sits proudly in the back of the truck waving an American flag. Secondly, it's a shame that I do not live in Oconee County. If I did, I would certainly cast my vote for him because he's got a sweet ride, and that's enough for me. I can only hope that Alan Jackson's "Little Man" is playing from the radio...

A Branch on The Vine

"I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you. This is my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples. As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love." - John 15:1-9

Last Sunday at church the pastor challenged each person to begin his or her day by reading the above passage throughout the following week. Well I did manage to read it, but I was not so successful in beginning my day by reading it. More like last thing before closing my eyes at night. Sigh. I have a sneaky suspicion that it would be even more effective had I fully risen to the challenge, but alas, the late night reading was not in vain as I did manage to gain some new perspective from an old standard as far as passages in the B-I-B-L-E go.

"He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful."

Now I'm not gardener by any stretch of the imagination but the whole concept of pruning branches that do bear fruit really stuck out to me this week in my reading. So, in order to educate myself on the pruning process, I consulted the most reliable source on the internet, Wikipedia. Here's what I learned: Pruning is the practice of removing diseased, non-productive, or otherwise unwanted portions from a plant. (I can definitely think of times when I have been the queen of non-productivity). The purpose of pruning is to shape the plant by controlling or directing plant growth, to maintain the health of the plant, or to increase the yield or quality of flowers and fruits. Hum. Learning was taking place so I continued to read. The time period for which pruning of large branches can take place is during dormancy in winter or in mid-summer just after flowering. Lately it seems that I'm in the midst of a dormant period in my relationship with Christ. Maybe you've experienced something similar before in your lives. For me, I am not the greatest example to others, sleep is more productive than prayer, my Bible is...somewhere. Talk about a withered branch needing to be tossed. A couple of weeks ago I was completely broken. While periods of brokenness are some of the most difficult times, I was also comforted because through it, I was reassured that God is using me some way some how. The trick for me though is being ok with being used in ways that I did not plan and in ways that I may not see the final outcome . Ahem....notice the "I" in the previous sentence. One day I'll get over myself. I'm sure of it. The truth is, as God's children He is going to use us the way He sees fit and knows is best and if that requires some pretty intense pruning along the way, I think it's worth it if the result is greater amounts of sweeter fruit.

Let Freedom Ring

It's been said that the best things in life are free. But are they really?


Free. According to dictionary.com there are 42 definitions for the word. Whoa. In light of the 4th of July, I've been thinking about the whole concept of freedom and being free. I've come to the conclusion that the best things in life are not free. Sure, they may be free for you and me, but somewhere down the line, a price was paid by someone. Naturally, one of the first things that I think of when I consider freedom is the fact that I was fortunate enough to be born here in this great land that is the United States and all the liberties associated with being a US citizen. I love the fact that I can live, worship and vote as I choose. Even more remarkable is that my next door neighbor can live, worship and vote in a completely opposite way and there is no one with any authority to tell us that can't happen. And it's not just freedom in the big things...it's the little things too that really add up. Many of which we complain about. Well, I shouldn't speak for everyone, but I do anyway. For example, the puppy that I love so dearly apparently suffered from a shrunken bladder last night because he woke me up to go outside every 2 hours. I was less than pleased, but my biggest concern as I walked out the door each time was whether or not I was awake enough to make it down the stairs without tripping over his leash. (Ok, I'm not naive to the fact that all places in America aren't like this either) It still blows my mind to think that I was born here of all places. The land area of the entire world is almost 149 million square km and the land area of the US is just over 9 million square km so technically the odds were not in my favor. It's quite humbling actually when I consider other places I could have ended up and the ways of life there. Life here in the US hasn't always been as we know it though. Many brave heroes from long ago paid for the liberties we now refer to as our rights. Today if someone infringes on them, shame on that person and off with their head. Not really...they can keep their head. It does this little soul of mine good to know that there are still brave men and women who love our country enough to continue to fight that these rights remain ours (gee...this would be so much better if "God Bless the USA" was playing in the background). I have the utmost respect and appreciation for them and their families and it's an honor for me to be able to call some of these folks friends. My heart is heavy for the soldiers walking around with battle scars, both visible and invisible, and for the families who woke up this morning unable to celebrate the holiday with the soldier they love.

For me, there is also great freedom in knowing that there is a God who loves me...all of me...in spite of me. And I'm reminded that while His love for me is free for the taking, there was an innocent life given so that this little soul o' mine will live forever.

So, nope...the best things in life are not free when it comes right down to it even though we are the beneficiaries of these great freedoms. Today when we're at our cook-outs trying to decide between a hotdog, hamburger, or chicken (or maybe choosing all three!) let's be mindful of the purpose of the gathering and grateful that we are privileged enough to be making such a decision.

Things That Make You Go Hmmm...

So my blog is rather shallow these days...much like the local lake levels. But as I was driving to the gym yesterday, I spied this with my two little eyes:The picture really doesn't do it justice but this van is adorned with poetry, painted milk cartons and all sorts of other random stuff. I do believe that my favorite part though is the three "ghosts" hanging from the roof on the inside. It's almost as cool as the real tree Ford Escort that I used to see in Dahlonega.

Table Manners

Wonder if they teach them in puppy obedience school? Surely Cash is not learning from example when he eats like this...