New Rob Bell book

Sometimes I wonder why I bother reading the new stuff. Especially from him.
I enjoyed Velvet Elvis and didn't like Sex God, so I knew this book could be either. Well it was both.
He does a comparison between Israel and Christians. He makes some good points, but they're all destroyed by repetion and awful writing. Did anybody proof this book? Now I know he writes like he talks(which work in VE), but this was just bad. Everything was hard to follow because of the way it was written. Now maybe he wanted you to have to reread every paragraph or mini sentence. But seriously.
Also he wasted so much paper with that book. There is so much blank space in it. That's probably so I can make my own remarks next to his words, but when I don't own the book then that's pretty pointless space there.
I like the explanation of the 4 periods of Israel and his comparison to other things that have those same 4 periods. But I don't know about him.
Well I actually wanted to stop reading after the 3rd chapter, but knew that people would ask me about so I decided to finish it.
But really... I don't think reading it is necessary.
If you want to read a good book... then try Jesus for President by Shane Claibourne(sp?). But that is just my opinion.

Culture Shock

I found my journal from my semester abroad last night.... Ok I didn't find it... I knew where it was, but I decided to read it again last night.
Wow those were some wild times.
Well today is Costa Rica's independence day. They celebrate real good. All the school kids make paper lantrums(sp) and there's a parade every 3 blocks or so. Wild.
So today I'm in this pseudo-culture shock phase. I mean I just spent 2 hours reading my journal and reliving my entire semester in a matter of 40 minutes per month spent there.
This could also explain why I've been a little more cranky that usual. I mean, I came back from CR with a huge chip on my shoulder and questions/thoughts that no one else could relate to. Well now that its been 2 years since I went I think the chip is reforming. I've just been cynical about the US and the world around.
I've got to find my non-cynical place again, but never forget what I learned in CR.

Love

Love Caedmon's.
Love outside.
Love Sundays.
Love being me.
Love dancing.
Love friends.
Love love.

What could be better?

I fought the bird

Today was supposed to be relaxing and wonderful. Its my day off. Yes its raining, but that can't stop a good day.
But there is one thing that can stop a good day. That item is a note from your dad saying that there is a bird in the basement. Now normally that wouldn't bug me, but when today is also laundry day and the washer/dryer are in the basement, that note seems to be a bit on the not-so-good side of things.
I made it downstairs with one load and got it started. Now in my house we can close the doors(sliding awful ones) to cut the kitchen off from the rest of the house and the basement stairs come up into the kitchen. So I knew I could keep the bird at bay... well at least just in the kitchen.
That bird came upstairs and saw our large picture window in the kitchen and thought it could escape from there. I heard thud after thud. This bird could not understand that no matter what part of the window it went to that it still could not leave through the window. It seriously broke my heart hearing the thuds. I called my dad and he gave me the number for our animal control. I called and left a frantic message on their phone. This was also after the bird escaped the kitchen and flew a couple of times into the big mirror in our living room. Animal control called me back and said they'd send someone out. The bird had flown back into the kitchen so I resealed all the exits. I tried to reason with the bird. I asked God to tell the bird to come to me and I'd take it outside. Have you tried reasoning with a bird? Well you just feel foolish. The animal control guy was here about an hour ago and got the bird out. She had left the kitchen and was waiting in the dining room. Now mind you, I had been dealing with the bird since I woke up so there was no making Katie look good. I talking pjs, hair sticking straight up, just nastiness. Good thing I did put a mint in my mouth before the dude came.
My nerves are still shot. I hear a bird chirping outside and I get all nervous that it could be in the house. Okie. Hopefully the rest of the day will be less eventful.

The quieter side of me

This is day 2 in my throat's assault on my poor worn out body. I have so much that I have usually said by this time in the week, but I can't. There's nothing that comes out other than (on a good moment) raspy nasty-ness. And that's only if I feel like responding to you. So I stayed at home today and watched Soaps, right? Far from it. I still went to work. What was I thinking? I mean I never answer the phone or deal with customers all day when I'm at work. Psshh. I mean I can always handle a few "I heard this song and it sounds like every other song, but it said Jesus in the chorus... maybe a few times and it talked about hard times and the cover of the album is definitely blue" or "there was a book on Dobson today about parenting, could you tell me what it was?"
Or my personal petpeeved on of the day... "my daughter won't read the Bible if its cover isn't pink." WHAT? What happened to a love of God's Word no matter what it looked like? Now I can understand translation preferences, but I don't like people buying a Bible because of the way it looks. Or attending a certain church because of the way it looks. Or hanging out with certain people because of the way it looks. You get my drift. Its the inside that matters anyway. Pooh.
Ok done. Glad I couldn't say that to the customer this afternoon otherwise I wouldn't have a job for tomorrow. :-/

Moldy Peaches

Here is the church and here is the steeple. We sure are cute for two ugly people.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else... but you.

It doesn't get any better than that... well... unless you listen to the rest of the song.

Someday I'll come up with something as good as that... maybe even better.

You rock like a new pair of shoes

That's a new one. Yes a new one, but I like it. Surprisingly I got that from a guy. :-) Not surprising that I'd get a compliment from a guy, but surprising that rockness would be compared to new shoes... as in a great thing.