Three Things...

When I listen to a certain song, or get a certain phone call, or when a random memory comes up, I start to really, really, really, miss PA and wonder why I left. Technically, it's not over after the four years here. There's prep work after this - internships, law school (maybe), and corporate ladders to climb.

But when I left home, Abby needed her "Three Things" - I need to do these three things whenever I leave (even if I'm just going to Trailside or something).

* Hug
* Kiss
* "I love you as big as this house?"

She doesnt care where I'm going, how long I'm going to be, or even if I'm coming back (even tho I always will). As long as she knows that I love her, she's okay.

Today, I kinda really only wanted to do those three things with her. It's hard being away because you miss doing things with people and you wonder if they even know that you miss them.

So, I'm here, kinda wondering if I'm doing the right thing in my life and i get an email alert.

"Aww ! Someone's thinking about me !" I think happily as I click anxiously on the email link.

I wait as the page begins to load and I get an email ... from FB. darn it.

Things I may never say again:

* White, Whole Wheat, or Rye Toast?
* Hang on, let me go stand in the middle of 897.
* Cleason, don't cross the line.
* "You've got MAIL !"
* Red or Green?
* "Hungry Man?" "Sure am, Sweetie."
* White chocolate mocha, extra shot, no foam and a little straw thingy.
* Where's Jason?
* T-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-mmm !

Kudos if you know why I would even say some of those things in the first place.

Ok. Fine. Whatever

"Bekah, when you're mad, the whole world better watch out."
"I could tell you were mad..."
"So, what does it sound like when you're happy?"

Believe it or not, guys, those jokes get old.

I'm not always mad...
No, I don't know how to relax.
And yes...I'll try to smile more.
Happy?

Docs Warn:

Texting Distracts !

Thursday, July 31, 2008
Chicago (AP)

The American College of Emergency Physicians warned this week of the danger of more serious accidents involving oblivious texters.

The ER doctors cite rising reports from doctors around the country of injuries involving text-messaging pedestrians, bicyclists, Rollerbladers (sic), even motorists.

Most involve scrapes, cuts and sprains from texters who walked into lampposts or walls or tripped over curbs.

Still, ER doctors who responded to a recent informal query from the organization reported two deaths, both in California. A San Francisco woman was killed by a pickup truck earlier this year when she stepped off a curb while texting, and a Bakersfield man was killed last year by a car while crossing the street and texting.

The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission has no national estimate on how common texting-related injuries are. But among the reports it has received: A 15-year-old girl fell off her horse while texting, suffering head and back injuries, and a 13-year-old girl suffered belly, leg and arm burns after texting her boyfriend while cooking noodles.

being nothing

On Sunday, the pastor, or, as I like to call him, Dad was talking about Psalm 8:4. David asks,

"What is man, that Thou art mindful
of him? And the son of man that Thou visits him?"

Everyone is in the fast lane anymore, trying to be something - anything - in their job, relationships, or in just their lives. But what we forget is that we are nothing and all of our perceived good works as just as good as filthy rags.
But we don't understand this. We think that the further up the corporate ladder we can get, the better life will ultimately be.
Dad mentioned Moses. This guy had it all going for him. He had to be absolutely nothing -less than nothing even- before God could use him. Now that I think about it, the reason why Moses could to enter the Promised Land in the end was because he exalted himself above God.
Robert E. Lee, one of the most devout men in history, said,

"I tremble for my country when I hear of
confidence expressed in me. I know
too well... that our only hope is in God."

I just wish that more people, myself included, were content with being nothing.