The Winner Is...

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

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

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

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

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...

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

Living or existing?

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?