You can find this picture and many others here. I find this crap hilarious. Every day I look at this website and fall into fits of giggles like a small child. Is is the animals? The crazy captions? I don't know, but it's pure gold.

Me like mess

I am so poorly motivated I didn't even want to write this blog post.

I just can't seem to get going. It must be the weather. All I want to do is huddle under 10 blankets and read a book or sleep or play World of Warcraft (yes, you can play WoW under the covers - don't ask how I know.). But there are things that need to be done - things that I want to get done and I just can't seem to make myself do any of them.

What are those invisible things that motivate us? And am I completely immune to them? Maybe I'm just so comfortable with who I am as a person that I don't fall into those things that typically trap and motivate people - guilt, disgust, shame, a desire to better myself. I'm okay with how I look (well, okay enough not to do anything about it), my skill set (who needs to learn how to play the guitar that's sitting in the corner), and with the fact my craft room looks like a epileptic tornado hit it (we can just close the door and no one has to know). I like me and that's enough.

Okay - so maybe that's all a big pile of crap and I'm just REALLY lazy. Who knows? The point is . . . well, I'm not sure what the point is. Maybe sometimes you have to make yourself do stuff even if you're okay with your . . . . bulk, intelligence, and filth. Maybe you'll be an even better person because of it. Maybe.

Maybe not.

The Slime

So, I definitely missed a few days. Did you miss me?

I'm sitting on my couch watching the new American Gladiator and I miss the writers. I understand the reason for the strike, but DAMN! I'm tired of watching crap TV.

Of course I could always take the opportunity the writers strike has afforded me to do something productive. Like cleaning out my craft room or actually working on a craft or reading one of the many books I received for Christmas. But all that requires effort and tonight I just feel like sitting on my couch and watching crap TV and complaining about it.

I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed and deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I'm the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I'm the best you can get
Have you guess me yet?

I'm the slime oozin' out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks . . .
Don't touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin' room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, look at me go

- I'm The Slime
Frank Zappa

A man, probably in his late 60s, got baptized at my church today. It was a great service - good sermon, great hymns, some good testimonies on the wonder and excitement that is baptism - and it ended with a potluck full of casserole-y goodness.

I wonder what would inspire someone to get baptized so late in life. This man has been attending church in one fashion or another for a long time. He's been married to a member and active priesthood member. Why now? What changed?

I envy him, really. My baptism was so long ago (I was 10, I believe) that I hardly remember it. And I had no idea, really, what I was doing at the time. It was a meaningless gesture done because I wanted to be able to eat communion during church. I envy the chance to be able to make such a public and conscious choice to follow the divine. Not that I need the spectacle of it - but grand commitments like baptisms (and like weddings, ordinations, etc. . . ) tend to put things into a different perspective. And, sometimes, a perspective change can be an amazing thing.

I think people should wear signs around their necks stating the things that they have committed too. Think of how awesome that would be! We'd see people walking down the street wearing signs that say "I'm going to work out more" or "I'm going to call my friends once a weeks" or "I'm not going to play so much World of Warcraft" or "I'm going to recycle more" or "I'm going to pray for a different person every day." Think of how supportive we could be to our fellow man if we knew what was important to them and what they had committed to?


And don't worry - the irony of the fact that I started the year (and this round of blogging) off by talking about how I don't like new years resolutions and now all I seem to be talking about are resolutions in some shape or form - is not lost on me. But what can I say? I go where the creative wind takes me.

Until tomorrow my pretties.

Podcast Update

So, it's been a while since I've talked about what podcasts I'm listening to so I thought I would feature one today.

A while back I talked about the J.C. Hutchins trilogy 7th Son. Well, I just recently finished listening to Book 3: Destruction and it freaking rocked my socks off! It was action packed and full of all the intriguey goodness I've grown used to from Hutch. It was an awesome end to truly amazing trilogy.

And for all of you non-podcast people out there (Does such a thing even exist?!) J.C. has accepted a book deal to publish 7th Son Book 1: Descent with St. Martin's Press! Right now it's slated for a spring/summer release in 2009. So, now you too can have J.C. Hutchins on your bookshelves. It's super exciting and says a lot about the growing power of podcasting.

So, if you can't tell I highly recommend the 7th Son Trilogy. You can find it here:

7th Son Trilogy

Put this baby on your iPods, folks. You won't be sorry.

Techtard

I should not wait until 8:25 to create my blog post. I have nothing to say by 8:25. I'm talked out.

Today was the most technologically frustrating day. Everything I touched turned to crap. I'm going to hide in a hole and read a book - you know, one of those things that they print on real paper? No electronics!

Double Digits

So, I've made it 10 days (hehe) woooo whoooo.

I don't have much to say today. It's back to feeling like January around here again.

Blah.

Doctor Day 2

I had another fun and exciting doctor's appointment today. I can't say much - or anything at all really - but it was exciting.

Things are going to get interesting around here.

Color me unhealthy

So, I had a doctor's appointment today. Nothing big - I'm fine. Just a check up with a new general practitioner.

The most through check up ever!

He looked at my skin (to make sure I don't have skin cancer), he listened to my breath (for multiple reasons), he had me drink from a cup and felt my throat as I swallowed (who knows why), felt my feet (again, no idea), made me hold out my hands (to make sure I don't shake, or something), gave me a five minute lecture on all the reasons why I shouldn't be smoking, gave me tetanus shot, made me pee in a cup, and asked a MILLION questions!

The end result?

I need to quit smoking, I'm overweight, I need to eat better, exercise, and I might be hypoglycemic. I have to go back for a blood test on Friday morning after fasting for 12 hours (otherwise known as sleeping).

So, yay fat ass, unhealthy me.

Summer in January

It was 70 freaking degrees outside today.

It absolutely amazed me how quickly people jumped back into summer clothes today. I saw more shorts and flip flops today than I see during the peak of the summer. How crazy is it that we live in an area of the world where it comes in handy to keep your tanks tops and the sweaters in the same drawer?

Gotta love global warming. Where's Super Al Gore when we need him?

Sunday

It's kind of hard to remember to do this on the weekends.

So, I preached today at church. It went pretty well. There was a lot going on in the service - a baby blessing, communion - so the focus wasn't totally on me - which was nice.

I talked about the magi and how they followed the star because they were seeking God - and that we all are seeking God in one way or another - that we all want to experience something worthy of awe. It probably would have been better if I hadn't had to go pee the whole time.

Today is a rare beautiful day in January. I have no plans and that's the way I like it.

I know a lot of people probably read my blog who don't comment on it (I know because I do that on many other blogs myself) - friends, family, and strangers. I wish you all a lazy Sunday, happiness, and a good book.

To much going on

I am busy writing my sermon for tomorrow. I have no good thoughts for my blog.

Stuck in my head

I just recently saw the movie Once. I'm not entirely sure how to describe it. It's an independent film that's being tagged as a musical - but not sure I would call it a musical. It's about these two people who meet and then make a demo record. Now of course there's more to it than that, but that's the simplified version. During the course of the movie there is a lot of music involved because that's what they are doing - making music. So, it's more of a move with music in it.

Crappy synopsis aside -this movie captivated me. I've been thinking about pretty much non-stop since I saw it last Saturday night. I went out and bought the soundtrack and it's all I've played in my car since. I'm not sure exactly what it is about this movie that has me so enthralled - but I can't get it out of my mind. So, I share with you. These are the lyrics to a song called "Gold." It's one of my favorites.

And I love her so
I wouldn't trade her for gold
I'm walking on moon beams
I was born with a silver spoon
And I'm gonna be free
I'm gonna be free
I'm walking on moon beams
and staring out to sea

and if a door close
then a road for home start building
and tear your curtains down
for sunlight is like gold

And you better be you
And do what you can do
When you're walking on moon beams
Staring out to sea
Cause if your skin was soil
How long do you think before they start digging
and if your life was gold
how long would you think you'd stay livin'?
Hey

And I love her so
I wouldn't trade her for gold

My Shame

Okay, folks. Here it is. The picture of my extra bedroom. I showed Nate (my husband) the picture after I took it and he said, "Oh honey, hide your shame." But here is for all to see. Perhaps this will give the motivation I need to actually do something about it.

Day 2

I am a mess. Literally and figuratively. But for today lets discuss the literal. I am a pack rat. I save everything. I just know that someday I will need whatever it is I possess currently. I have just about every book I've ever owned; a giant pile of old clothes, cloth, yarn, and various other crafty things just waiting for me to whip up into something stunning; old programs from concerts and conferences . . . . you name - I save it. Except for weird things like fingernails and tinfoil. That's just not right.

Because of my pack ratty ways I'm kind of disorganized. I wouldn't generally call myself a disorganized person, but the sheer volume of stuff I own keeps me from being very organized. I have an extra bedroom in my house that has pretty much exploded with all my extra crap. I can't even really walk in there anymore and heaven forbid trying to find anything - you're more likely to find water in the Sahara or a bikini in the arctic. But here's the weird thing . . . I love organizational stuff.

You know - planners, folders, bins to put stuff away in, cork boards to hang stuff up - all of those nifty little things created to help us become more organized - I love them! In fact, some people say I have a slight addiction to them (but I have noooo idea what they are talking about). I love setting up a new planner - putting in the all the birthdays, and filling out the address pages - there is something about the promise of organization that makes the little anal retentive place in my heart sing. But I can't seem to ever stick with my systems. My room becomes cluttered again, stuff piles up in my inbox at work, and my planner gets abandoned after a few weeks - all of that promise gone.


I know I just said yesterday and I don't set new years resolutions, but I do think I'm going attempt to sustain my organization over the long term this year. I hope to get my horrible disaster scene of a room actually usable. I'll post pictures of the room tomorrow. And maybe I'll chart my progress on the room and the other facets of my life.

Well, off to work for now. Two days down baby!

2008

Happy 2008! And Happy Blog365!

I hope everyone had a safe and happy news years celebration. Mine was pretty full of the excitement and drama as all good parties should be. I have lived to tell the tale and my headache has finally gone away.

I wonder about resolutions. Does anyone actually stick to the resolutions they set on new years? I don't. I find that the new year is not enough incentive for me to make a radical life change. Or even a mundane one. The turning of the clock from 11:59 to 12:00 does not suddenly inspire me to give up chocolate, or write more letters, or lose weight. How about you? Do you set resolutions?

Here's to a year of blogging success and much happiness!