Milk and Cereal

The Winner Is...

2011-01-23T22:19:00.002-05:00

By Mychael Danna.

You can play this song as people enter and exit at my funeral (it may sound morbid, but I have already had a wedding, so this was the next best thing....)

For Angie...motives or not

2011-01-02T22:09:00.003-05:00

Another post yet for another year (or New Year's Resolution). I will send a $5 Chipotle gift card to the first person who can tell me the statistics of how many people started a blog in the first week of January 2011. You must have an accurate source and be able to provide evidence.

Back to blogging...As you can see from the dates of my last blog, I stopped blogging for quite some time. I am questioner of motives. I question others and my own quite frequently. What is the purpose of blogging and what is my purpose. If I don't think it is legit, I don't do it. The same with Facebook and Twitter and what not...Why do I need to project my thoughts, my life, my opinions out into the world? So people will laugh, to try to be cool, to vent? What's the point?

With those questions, I am still blogging. For Angie (and for myself). I have had trouble sleeping since November and I lay awake Twitter stalking. That has led to blog stalking. I thoroughly enjoy reading friends blogs, finding new blogs, and learning things I never knew existed in the world. It has inspired me to make new tasty drinks, set goals for myself, and live a little more. Everyone's life looks cooler in a blog and I am going to find the coolness in my life. I think I have overlooked it for some time now. Just like blessings.

Which brings me to my other point. If my blog/life is ever self absorbed and not glorifying to God, please call me out on it. He is my rock and foundation and I praise Him for every breathe He allows me to live on this Earth.

Thanks blog police. You know who you are.

30

2008-01-19T15:55:00.000-05:00

Man...I can't wait to be thirty. I know a lot of people who are scared of getting older, but I think it will be great. I will be in my prime, loving life. I will be a little bit older, a little bit wiser, a little bit hotter (yea, I said it) and hope to have a new perspective on life.

Drive Away

2008-01-19T15:47:00.000-05:00

So I have this theory about figuring out who wants to drive when more than one persons in your group has a car and is able to drive. Here goes if you can follow...

When walking to the car if a person wants to drive they will say before you get to the cars, "Hey, I'll drive."

If they do not want to drive, they will say, "Hey, whose driving?"

I never have to guess or ask if I am driving because people give away there preference without me asking.

Works like a champ everytime.

Funeral Arrangements

2008-01-19T15:40:00.000-05:00

So, just to make myself clear, I have decided that I do not want a funeral. The way I feel about weddings is the same way I feel about funerals: it's something that happens in life that we are required to go to, but when you are there you feel slightly awkward and there are really only a few things you can say which are appropriate but yet very cliche.

When I am gone I don't care what you do with me. Wait. Please scatter my ashes in the ocean. But don't spend a lot of money, I'm won't be there anyways, so there is no point.

I know it sounds harsh but thats the reality of it all.

But, if you need to go through the grieving process and it will help you out then by all means go for it. But, please promise me that it will be as least awkward as it can be. And, please try to play somewhat decent music.

Any rendition of these songs will be quite appropriate:
How Great Thou Art
If Ever I Loved Thee
Beautiful Day-U2
Blessed to be a Witness- Ben Harper

I think that will do it.

Teachers are...

2007-04-09T18:54:00.000-05:00

overworked and underpaid. That's all I've got to say about that.

Living or existing?

2007-04-08T21:00:00.000-05:00

I am not sure what I am doing at the moment. I was challenged during church with this comment (once again) and every time it gets me. I know that I have the joy of the Lord, there is no doubt about that, but I still feel like I am trying to put together pieces of happiness in order to enjoy life. Am I still running away or will I ever be completely satisfied with my life. I know what abiding means and I don't feel as if I am doing that. But for how long will I go from thing to thing? When can I settle down and commit? Or is committing just settling? Or is there something more?

armrest psychology

2007-04-06T20:30:00.001-05:00

So I was thinking last Sunday about the psychology around people and arm rests (the place on the sides of a chair, where you put your arms/elbows.) Most importantly, in a public setting where seats are close to each other and that is the only thing that you have defining your personal space. Well, I know we have all encountered the awkward who puts their arm on the rest situation, which usually happens on a first date or hanging out with someone you may not know that well. You want to sit comfortably with your elbows resting but you don't want to be an armchair hog, or maybe you do want to brush skin. Usually someone ends up sitting not as comfortably with their arms nicely in their lap or maybe perched upon a crossed knee, but not as comfortably as you could be with your elbows out wide on the armrest.

All that to say, last week at church I decided their arm a few types of people and labels/traits can be given depending on how you utilize your arm rest.

First, there are people who are head strong and more dominate will put their arms on the rest without even thinking that they share it with another human being. The only way they notice is if the other person accidentally bumps into their arm.

Second, you have the person who will think and contemplate about how they wish they could put their arm on the rest but since someone is already there, they don't bother and sit with their hands in their lap. These are our more passive approach people.

Thirdly, and if/when I notice I am hogging the armrest I will politely move my elbow
either to the front or the back of the armrest so that their is enough space for both people to sit comfortably. Share and share alike. If only we would all share the armrest.
Love,
me

So this is it...

2007-04-06T20:26:00.000-05:00

I have finally given in and started a blog. Who am I kidding. I have been waiting to post thoughts for awhile. So...with that being said, I apologize in advance for whatever may be on here. I will put random thoughts when I get the chance. I sometimes think in blogs. Take it or leave it, but I hope you take it.
Love,
me