Addison Road

I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm kind of picky when it comes to music.

I like what I like.
I don't like what I don't like.
When I don't like something but it has a good beat, I'll listen to it at the gym.
But only at the gym.

I like this. It's called 'What Do I Know of Holy' by a band called Addison Road (which has probably been around for years).

I At least like the lyrics… I've only actually heard it one time and I can't really remember the tune (as a matter of fact, I keep singing the name of the band to the tune of Allison Road by Counting Crows which is now stuck in my head). This section in particular kind of hit me over the head:

What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

What would my reaction be if I literally caught a glimpse of the Lord? Would I have the same reaction as Isaiah? Woe to me, for I am ruined. What do I really even know? Am I jaded in how I really listen to God because I think I know all the stories? Because I was taught the words on the page? Because I hear how God is mighty to save?

Do I not allow myself to be broken because I think I know the answers?

 

5

5 seconds ago, I was complaining that I have 'I Got a Feeling' stuck in my head.
5 minutes ago, I was assisting a client at work.
5 hours ago, I was sound asleep.
5 days ago, I was working in Shelbyville. 1^st lane drive-thru.
5 weeks ago, I was opening new accounts at our Memorial office.
5 months ago, it was Tax Day.
5 years ago, I was moving all of my things from IL to TN.

Honey

It all started off innocently enough. Just like every other morning… After pushing snooze several times I woke up, took a shower, threw on some *ahem* undergarments and my robe and headed downstairs to have breakfast.

Yes. I am a total creature of habit.

Here's the breakfast routine: get out a bowl (preferably one of the blue ones), go to my cabinet, and grab whatever kind of organic cereal I happen to have that's open. It is 75% of the time organic cheerios. Pour cereal into the bowl, put box away, grab the Light Plain Soymilk (aka "soyjuice" haha) pour it on the cereal. Put the soymilk away and go to the hutch to grab the honey. [Nope, I don't put the honey on my cereal, but I do eat a little bit everyday so I can try to avoid allergy medication] Eat a spoonful of honey (I let my cereal soak up a little milk before I eat it) and, today, as I'm closing the lid and putting it on the counter…

***CRASH***

My over half-full mason jar of fresh, local, Gallatin made, farmers market purchased, honey fell and broke and leaked and oozed all over the floor.

So there I stand; staring at the floor. Wondering how/when/why on earth this jar slipped like that. Of course my next thought was, "oh man, I'm gonna have to clean this up!"

*sigh*

In case you ever were wondering the best way to clean up a huge honey spill, here goes…

1. Pull your trash can up really close to you.
   
2. Pick up the largest pieces of glass mason jar you can. Avoid touching the honey.
   
3. Try using the larger pieces of glass to pick up the medium sized pieces of glass. Avoid touching honey with anything other than your fingertips.
   
4. Realize that there are tiny pieces of glass within the honey while using the medium sized pieces of glass to try to pick up the smaller pieces. Avoid getting honey past the first knuckle of your fingers.
   
5. Allow the honey to get up to the second knuckle trying to scoop up the small pieces that wouldn't get picked up by the medium pieces. Avoid getting scraped up by the tiny glass pieces.
   
6. Grab handfuls of honey while avoiding getting scratched up by tiny pieces of glass. Avoid spreading the honey into a bigger puddle.
   
7. Realize that you're making the puddle of honey into a much larger puddle of honey. Decide to sit back and go ahead and wash your hands to see what to do next. Avoid using scalding hot tap water on the burn you got on your hand pulling pizza out of the oven.
   
8. Look around the kitchen and spot some cooking implements. Grab a spatula and spoonula. Avoid stepping in the sticky honey mess.
   
9. Use the spoonula to scoop up the honey while using the spatula to keep the excess from spilling even more on to the floor. Avoid strings on honey hanging off of the spoonula.
   
10. Once it is all cleaned up, get a towel and soak it with hot water. Avoid touching this to the previously mentioned burn.
    
11. Use the towel to wipe up all of the honey that is still sticking to the floor. Rinse out the towel.
    
12. Repeat as necessary.
    
13. When you are done with that, use the hot water towel one more time with some dish soap to make sure there is no sticky residue. That way you help to avoid bugs.
    
14. While you're on the floor, wipe the rest of the kitchen floor to pick up any excess glass that may still be on the floor. Avoid cutting your feet.
    

I then, of course, had to run upstairs throw on clothes and run out of the house in attempts to get to work on time… did my makeup at red lights and in the parking lot… I don't recommend dropping jars of honey.

Today is…

… my 3 year work-iversary! I just wanted to show off the pretty flowers my boss had sent to me =o) And seeing how it's me, you should know that it'll be a whole bunch of mini pics, hehe

Blog Hop: Albert

Gripping antenna
seeing the whizzing by sights
Albert flies all day

Power Pellets

I was suddenly transported through time last week. One bite into a fresh from the vine grape and I was gone.

I was 8 years old in the backyard of the house I grew up in. Its early fall and you can smell that crisp air every time you breathe deeply, almost tasting it. The sun is high in the sky with white fluffy clouds. It's a perfect early fall day. The grass is still green and the trees are starting to turn colors. The apples on the tree are just starting to ripen, making promises of yummy pies to come. I can still hear the sounds of lawn mowers trimming grass one last time until spring, kids playing in their yards... My mom would be in the house, maybe cooking dinner or tidying up the house, or just watching us. She would spend several minutes at a time looking out of our large window that overlooked the yard. And what did she watch? The most talented football players she had ever seen! Or we thought we were, anyway...

You see, my dad and I were one team and my brothers the other. I learned to throw a football that way. Pickup football games with my family. Some of my fondest memories... Dad hiking me the ball and us trying to run it past my 12 and 14 year old brothers. The sounds of the football sailing through the air and into someones hands (or the ground!) There was no talking, no conversation, just the sounds of laughter during the very serious game going on between the four of us. And every now and then we'd fall and sometimes we'd start to tire and when we did, my dad would say, "You need a power pellet to give you some energy! It will make you feel great!" And that's when we would turn from our game and run to the grape vine...

Those power pellets always did the trick...

Product Review

The E-TBT total Body Trainer (aka the Evil Machine of Death)

Looks harmless, right?

Well, let me just remind you of a few thoughts: You can't judge a book by its cover. Looks can be deceiving. Things are not always as they appear. Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing. Are you getting my drift? I'm sure you are…

If you're a reader of my blog or know me personally, you know by now that I am a member at the MAC (Murfreesboro Athletic Club). I'm happy there and particularly enjoy the cardio theatre, a room with 4 tiered levels of cardio equipment and a movie screen that plays a movie for 24 hours at a time. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, my good friend R-Jo joined the MAC as well and we've been going together pretty much every day since (which has been absolutely fabulous!). Well, one day I just wasn't feeling the treadmill. I tend to get tired of walking nowhere. So I looked around at all of the cardio equipment and see this thing that looks kind of like an elliptical and I think to myself, "why not, I should at least try it out."

That was the best and worst decision I've made in a while. The best because, well, it's a really good workout… I can feel the difference in my body in a little more than a week. The worst because… well… I feel like I'm dying by the time I'm done. And when I don't feel like I'm dying?? I bump it to the next level so I'm dying all over again. It all has to do with the amount of resistance you set. There are three settings (beginner, intermediate, expert) and each has 20 levels. So far, I'm just about to bump up to beginner level 7 and I can't imagine the pain of expert level 20.

All this to say… I secretly love the Evil Machine of Death. Because, "that which does not kill you only makes you stronger", and that's what I'm going for.