Creepy Crawlies

First it started with moles, then lots of bird crap. After that came the box beetles, then the enormous spider crickets. Last week the cicadas started flying and then this guy comes out . . .



I REALLY hope thats the extent of the creepy crawlies around here.

Changing some things up.

I'm playing around with my blog so excuse the crazies.

Rocked the Mic

I understand how and why this game can be addicting now. You feel like a rock star. You realize you can keep a beat. Playing the guitar is really not as hard as it sounds. Your leg cramps from pressing down the bass pedal. You rock out. You belt out. You get applause. Rock Band fricking ROCKS!

Last night when I heard we were going to be playing, I immediately clammed up and said no. I'm typically not the kind of person who does that sort of thing. I'm shy and don't want to look stupid in front of others. Not that I'm ever successful anyway. Well when that first group of people got on and started playing, I couldn't resist. I sort of pulled the " oh no I really shouldn't, I'm terrible, no, oh well ok" thing, and grabbed the sticks. I had a BLAST! I sucked playing the drums. 25% on my first try and 47% on the second. Then, to my own surprise, I actually grabbed the mic and sang. My face was beat red, but I sang. I did it. I conquered a fear. I sang in front of people and I wasn't half bad. I didn't really keep up the longer vocals and such, but I did score a 98 and 96. I was a little bummed that there were only about 2 girl songs on there, but I had fun singing Jet anyway.

When it was time to go, I sort of didn't want to. Mark looked at me and said "you know we are going to have to get this now".
Well . . . DUH!

THANK YOU MOOREHOUSE. WE LOVE YOU!

Plop Goes the Lewis

On my lunch break today I decided to go to Borders and check out some Photography and Design Magazines. I went in grabbed a few and tried to soak up any information they had seeing that they are all at least $12 per magazine. Once I finished, I carried two around with me; contemplating their purchase. As I did this I remembered that I am almost finished with a book and figured what the hell. I'm in a bookstore, I might as well see if there is anything else interesting not full of stupid cliches or stupid politics. I remembered that I had written down a few C.S. Lewis books that I was interested in. I have seen that some people really appreciate his writing and I also remember my grandmother always trying to get me to read the Chronicles of Narnia. Right now I have some others in mind though. As I am looking through the religion section, I am not finding one book Lewis. I turn to go on the other side, scanning the shelves realizing that I am now in a religious fiction area and that again, Lewis isn't in it. About 10 feet away from me stands a guy putting up books. Just as I am about to leave the section, with my over priced magazines thinking 'I need to get back to work anyway', a book hits the floor about halfway between me and the book shelving dude. This book was a small paperback book. Not likely to make the noise it did for me to be startled and him to turn around, see it on the floor, pick it up and put it comfortably in it's place.

When I turned around to see him walk to the book and pick it up, I realized that the book said "The Srewtape Letters" I looked closer . . . "C.S. Lewis". It was as if this book jumped off the shelf and said "WAIT!!! You were right here, just come a bit farther!! Don't give up on me." I stood there awe struck for just a minute. The "dude" asked me if I was ok. I shook myself and said yes I'm fine and he went back to shelving. Now, not only have I heard great reviews about his books, but I also know that he is quite the famous Christian author. You can see how I could be awe struck. I feel that I, for some reason, am supposed to read some of these books now. Without a doubt I feel that there will be a lesson to be learned and God is trying to reach me more creatively as I am Him. Things like that don't ever happen to me . . . EVER. It blew my mind.

How does that happen? I turned around and a probably 96 page or more book jumps about 2 feet off the shelf and lands with great noise to get my attention. I bought "The Four Loves" and I can't WAIT to read it.

(Note: Borders website was being stupid, so if you want to know about any of the mentioned books, just go visit Borders)