I don't know what it is about the color green, but whenever I'm in the presence of Green, or within a 100 feet-radius of said color, my mind begins to wander. I'm talking unproductivity, madness & procrastination. Hence, the reason why I have a love-hate relationship with this wonderful holiday celebrating St. Patrick.
Don't get me wrong, I love all that is Irish, especially since I am not. I have a great joy in the ability to claim my non-existence Irish heritage on this blessed of days. However, my brain wanders at thoughts of green beer & dancing jigs. I've been thinking about the buttery taste of a green draft in an icy mug all day & I cannot help myself but wonder why Irish people are blessed with red hair. Why not me, God? Why?
So, today was kind of a bust. I had great prospects of coming into the office with a burst of energy & accomplishing everything on my imaginary To-Do List. Sad to say, I have not been as faithful in my tasks.
So far, today's menial tasks include (but are not limited to):
1. Forming a new group on Facebook entitled "St. Matt Youth!" (Check it out!)
2. A continuation of Facebook adventures by cyber-stalking friends from high school
3. Lunch with Annie to organize/plan for the 30 Hour Famine...this definitely could have been a phone-date, but who could resist the deliciousness of Pete's Urban Goodness!
4. Playing the piano (aka "practicing") for this Sunday's worship service
5. Writing this Blog
6. Seeing one of my youth at work
7. Meeting tonight for Sunday School
Looking back on today, it wasn't as useless as I had previously imagined. Maybe I should start lowering my standards to a more realistic pace?
In any case, Happy St. Patty's Day everyone! Enjoy your beer & don't forget to dance a jig!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Stepping on Snails
As a child, I had a friend who loved to step on snails. I don't know which twisted friend this was, but I vividly remember watching him/her smashing snails with their Hi-Tops & laughing hysterically. Disturbing. I still have nightmares about it...
Fast-forward to now. As an adult, I have this terrible fear of stepping on snails. Not only could I never smash another living creature for my pleasure or enjoyment, but it's just gross. They're already so slimy, stepping on one would make SUCH a mess on my nice shoes. Of course, it's all about the shoes. So, I avoid stepping on snails & other living creatures at all costs.
Well, if you don't know anything about Northern California, it should be pointed out that the winters here are rainy. I'm talking Thunderstorm-Raining-Cats-and-Dogs Rain! This isn't So-Cal's light drizzle or Arizona's monsoon. This is RAIN! Real rain! At first, I absolutely loved the change in weather. Being from Phoenix, I only prayed for weather like this. I loved having a flexible enough schedule where I could just curl up in sweats on a rainy day & read. It was lovely.
As the rainy weeks dragged on, this childish joy of rain is almost non-existent. I mean, I still enjoy the rain, but it's really becoming inconvenient. I have to carry an umbrella EVERYWHERE I go & I can't wear flip-flops anymore (even though I do keep a pair in my office & wear them throughout Church). I'm borderline sick of the rain...But, I digress.
For some reason, the sidewalk to my apartment is the Mecca for all snails, slugs & the like. They all seem to congregate around the bottom stairs of my home, so whenever I'm walking to or from my car, a slight paranoia grows inside me, my heart races & the fear of stepping on a slimy, slithery snail crawls up my spine. This land-mine of snails is always there after a stormy night & it seems like I'm always coming home after dark. So not only do I have to watch where I step, I can't even see where I'm carefully placing my feet. I could have killed thousands of snails without even knowing it!
I'm to the point where I want to report the overpopulation of snails to my apartment complex. Isn't this some sort of health code violation? Snails can be a danger to others. They're so slimy, who knows what could happen if someone accidentally slips & falls to their death! I feel like it's my responsibility as a human being to report this before a lethal disaster happens. Maybe there's a snail conspiracy going on? Terrorists perhaps?...
Before I call the CIA/Homeland Security on these tiny snail terrorists, I'm going to get some work done. Ministry has been crazy!
Priorities, people! Priorities!
Fast-forward to now. As an adult, I have this terrible fear of stepping on snails. Not only could I never smash another living creature for my pleasure or enjoyment, but it's just gross. They're already so slimy, stepping on one would make SUCH a mess on my nice shoes. Of course, it's all about the shoes. So, I avoid stepping on snails & other living creatures at all costs.
Well, if you don't know anything about Northern California, it should be pointed out that the winters here are rainy. I'm talking Thunderstorm-Raining-Cats-and-Dogs Rain! This isn't So-Cal's light drizzle or Arizona's monsoon. This is RAIN! Real rain! At first, I absolutely loved the change in weather. Being from Phoenix, I only prayed for weather like this. I loved having a flexible enough schedule where I could just curl up in sweats on a rainy day & read. It was lovely.
As the rainy weeks dragged on, this childish joy of rain is almost non-existent. I mean, I still enjoy the rain, but it's really becoming inconvenient. I have to carry an umbrella EVERYWHERE I go & I can't wear flip-flops anymore (even though I do keep a pair in my office & wear them throughout Church). I'm borderline sick of the rain...But, I digress.
For some reason, the sidewalk to my apartment is the Mecca for all snails, slugs & the like. They all seem to congregate around the bottom stairs of my home, so whenever I'm walking to or from my car, a slight paranoia grows inside me, my heart races & the fear of stepping on a slimy, slithery snail crawls up my spine. This land-mine of snails is always there after a stormy night & it seems like I'm always coming home after dark. So not only do I have to watch where I step, I can't even see where I'm carefully placing my feet. I could have killed thousands of snails without even knowing it!
I'm to the point where I want to report the overpopulation of snails to my apartment complex. Isn't this some sort of health code violation? Snails can be a danger to others. They're so slimy, who knows what could happen if someone accidentally slips & falls to their death! I feel like it's my responsibility as a human being to report this before a lethal disaster happens. Maybe there's a snail conspiracy going on? Terrorists perhaps?...
Before I call the CIA/Homeland Security on these tiny snail terrorists, I'm going to get some work done. Ministry has been crazy!
Priorities, people! Priorities!
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