The Way I See It...

So Starbucks puts these snippets on their cups about the way others see life. They are usually very odd bits of someones thought and they often try to reach way too deep for such simple musings.
But, if Starbucks were to call me up and ask me how I see things so that they can print it for all of the coffee drinking, caffeine loving world to see, I would reach way down into my creative soul and tell them this...

"Nothing is what it seems.
No one person is able to
display,absorb or comprehend
all that fills their eyes.
It is too big, too grand and too painful
for one's eyes and mind to accept.
I am not yet my future and I refuse to be my past.
I cannot and should not be a recycled version of myself.
I am right now.
I am today.
I am what I see and what I do
and a series of reactions to all that I encounter.

Today, I encountered a grown man
as he picked his nose and ate
that which his body was so desperately
trying to get rid of.

Again I say,
This world contains many things
which I cannot and will not ever comprehend."

Epilogue:
The thing is, we were at Baja Fresh waiting in line to get some very tasty food. AND YET, he couldn't wait. He had to have a snack. But not just any snack would do, he had to take my appetite away while enjoying a morsel of what truly is human waste. It's mind bottling.

If you are what you eat, I would rather be a burrito.

Bible Stories and Prostitutes

This is how you can tell if your child really is absorbing those precious moments of reading the Bible together each night before bed.
Scenario: After school, Grace and pal playing, I'm making lunch

Grace: okay, so you be the one that crushes the baby and takes mine.
Pal: okay Grace (in a southern accent, no idea where she picked it up)
Grace lays down with her baby and pretends to sleep while her pal rolls over her own baby doll and comes to take Graces. She snatches Grace's baby and runs off.
Grace wakes up and cries in a horror that only a mother could understand, "My baby is smashed!! Wait! This is not my baby! I must tell the King..."
She runs off and I hear then in her room going to the King (Solomon for those of you who are not familiar with this story From 1Kings3:16-28) and he (grace) informs them that he will cut the baby in half so that they each get a piece.
Grace feeds each line to her pal.
Pal: it's my baby!
G: no it's mine and she smashed hers!
Grace as King: then I will cut up your baby like a half and you both get it.
Pal via Grace: Yeah
Grace: NO!! please don't hurt my baby. give her away, but don't hurt her!! (sobs)
King: NO! she is the real mother. Guards, take this bad lady away and do not hurt the baby!
Pal: but Grace, now I don't get a baby and you do!
Grace: well then don't smash your baby next time.
Pal: well that's not fair!
Grace: here you can have your smashed baby back and we can pretend she isn't smashed anymore.
Pal:...ok.
And Scene.
I love that my kid knows Bible stories well enough to make them apart of her everyday thought life. It is a little unnerving that she chose one of the most dark and morbid stories she knows though. Obviously she has no idea that they are prostitutes, but I loved calling my friend and telling her that her daughter was pretending to be a baby mashing prostitute. Oh the innocence of childhood!

The Best Part of the Week

I love Wednesday nights at 8:00.
I look forward to it all day Monday, all day Tuesday, and all day Wednesday.
It is a very special part of the week for me.
At 5:30 my sister Michelle comes over and we have dinner.
At 7:00 we put the kids to bed and hang out and chat for about an hour.
Then at 8:00/8:15, it begins.
An entire hour devoted to a very special lady.
I love you Tyra Banks!!
I love America's Next Top Model.
I'm not a big "reality TV" fan, but I love this show.
It's not that I want to be a model or every think I could be but I love the "artsy" stuff with the photography and I love watching one awkward, gangly girl rise to the top of the pack.
At the season opener we each pick our choice for winner (FYI: I am often correct)
and then we spend each week half entranced while the other half of our chitchatting is focused on which parts will be mocked endlessly by Joel McHale on The Soup (another one of my favs).
I usually don't talk about TV stuff around other people because I don't like to debate about why I should or shouldn't like my smut.
However, I feel obligated to inform the rest of you (whomever you are) that this is entertainment on multiple levels.
So I say with the utmost sincerity and in a complete whisper, "Congratulations, you are still in the running to become America's Next Top Model."
Now that is fierce=)