We are the body of Christ

One of my dearest friends is struggling right now, and my heart breaks for her. I am praying dilligently. Please join me. See her story at http://www.thepagespage.com/chrisblog/.

Counting Blueberries

I love waffles with blueberries. Which is why I had them for breakfast the other day. However, as I was happily consuming said waffles, I realized that I was counting my blueberries. I was also estimating the number of bites left in my waffle. This led to blueberries being evenly divided and consumed. For example, 5 bites left + 10 blueberries = 2 blueberries per bite. This wasn't something I sat and mulled over. I just did it. I do similar things with lots of my food. For instance, if I am eating a stew with beef, potatoes and carrots, I prefer to have each bite contain one piece of each...even if that means my bite is too big and I look like a squirrel storing food in my cheeks for a minute. Why is this? I think I have a little OCD. Actually, I think we all have a little OCD. Will adamantly disagrees. He swears that he does nothing like that. So here's the question...what about all of you? Am I the only one counting my blueberries? Or do you do something equally OCD but in a different capacity? I want to know. I need to feel that I have company in my weirdness.

It's cold, you better dry your hair!

Oh, we've heard it all before. It's winter and I don't have any more time in the morning to dry my hair than I did in the summer, and, in fact, if I decided to run out to my car butt naked right out of the shower, I'd be alright. It's not the cold that makes us sick, nor does it make us more susceptible to being sick. It's being shut up inside when it's cold outside with all you sick people that makes us sick. So if you don't want to get sick this winter, go outside. Get away from the sick people.
I really haven't spent a lot of time pondering all of this. On the other hand, I have noticed that I've been seeing a lot more sick people lately. Not just numbers wise, but more severe illness as well. That is great for my numbers. The higher-ups are counting. But I can't help but realize that winter is bad for the old or sickly. I'm happy to help grandma feel a little bit better when a cold is ailing her, but I hate telling a family that grandma is going to the ICU and at best will likely never be the same. The worst part of my job is the moment right after telling bad news.
So be sure to spend a little time with loved ones, even if it's inside, where all the germs are. And if your loved ones are outside and it's a little chilly, feel free to forego drying your hair.

Settlers of Catan

Do you think there is a support group for those addicted to Settlers of Catan? It's so bad that I play online now. I'm truly a dork. For those of you unfamiliar with the greatest game ever, it looks something like the first board in the picture above (I couldn't find a picture of a lone Settlers board). The problem is that you have to have at least three people to play. So despite the fact that Will and I are both avid fans, we have to recruit others to play (or play online). So consider this your call from the big leagues. We want you. We don't care if you've never played. We're willing to teach. Join us in our addiction. You'll be cool if you do it.

Trucks

Owen has this book called My First Truck Book. He loves it. Wants to read it every stinking day. He can point out tankers, back hoes, car carriers, etc. Well you can imagine his excitement when we woke up to the sound of a major truck in our neighbor's yard two days ago. We open the curtains and there behold a crane! It's like Christmas all over again.

Comments

I have to say that I become ridiculously excited when people comment. Does that suggest that I am totally self-absorbed? Possibly. But without fail, every time I check our blog, I fervently hope that there will be a new little number beside the Comment line underneath the post. So if you wish to make me happy, please comment to your heart's content. If you wish to teach me a lesson about humility and that my thoughts do not need to be validated by others, feel free to continue in your silent reading of our blog.

I'm not a Supermodel

I blame my sister Amanda for my addiction to America's Next Top Model. And now I'm hooked. I can't help but Tivo season after season of Tyra's bad acting. In light of my love of this show, and the dismal choices available with a writer's strike, I decided to give Make Me a Supermodel a try. On the very first episode Katy (girl at left) was asked by one of the judges if she "would rather be in another industry where she is accepted for her weight measurements." Excuse me? Did I really just type that? And we wonder why teenage girls have so many body image issues? Never mind the teenagers, what about women of all ages. I don't know anyone who isn't unhappy with her body in some way. Here this stunning girl is being told her thighs are "unacceptable," and of course I'm led to think..."what about my thighs?" Why do we do this to ourselves? I am the woman that God made me to be. I'm not saying that I couldn't stop eating sweets, only drink water, and eat salads every day for lunch. But how do we find a healthy balance in this crazy world of ours? Do I need to cut shows like this out of my life? Pluck out my eyes? I don't know. What do you think?