True Warriors.

It's April. The same month Disney's Bambi was born. Did he die at the end of the movie? I can never remember...

Speaking of births, I am going to be an Aunt. My sister is about to pop and I am so excited! My own little nephew. He is either going to be insanely terrified of me, or think I am the coolest thing since the death of the bell bottoms fad. The second one...in the 90's.

Ahhh.... Materfamilias. The Matriarchal figure. The one with an extra celebratory day...

Is that really necessary though? Not that I am the one questioning it. That's just the attitude society has adopted. I won't even mention the lackluster of Father's Day.

In light of the many upcoming births within my circle, I have decided to write an ode to all mothers in honor of their wonderful sacrifices. Also, mothers day is next month and I want to have it ready, just in case I forget to buy something...


Oh Gee, Oh Wow,  it's finally time
you've told me once, you've told me twice
(though never would I without sigh),
To clean and vacuum this room of mine.

Tomorrow day will come and go
and chores will stack a mile high
you beckon and call without reply
continue to ignore, bravely I go

Heed not to your voice, i am alright
there's a new game to play instead
if i get up now ill surely be dead
building my XP will take all night

A sudden violent twist of ear
a grand miracle has taken place
a loving mom with a hand of grace
"were you calling me ma? I could not hear!"

You know, I am not really liking the direction this poem is going so I'm just going to stop right there.

Mother's have babies, who turn into little monsters who turn into preteen monsters, you see a cycle here? Any way, my point is, they deserve this. Maybe even more, seriously. Kids are monsters. Very terrifying, loud, smelly monsters.

So, brave warriors, we salute you. Well, not like, today, but on mothers day... you know, next month.....

All Hands In.

I'm going to lay it on the line and say something a little different today.

Sometimes, I don't feel like writing comical blogs. Sometimes I want to just write about all the horrible things that happen. I know that's not fair because the horrible stuff is everywhere and I need a break from it too. So, I won't. I will write about me. again....

Here we go.

Last week I was witnessing to a cousin of mine and his friend, the conversation turned into a debate. It eventually felt like 2 against 1, and I was losing. And all I could think was, why am I losing? I am the Christian here. I should know the answers to most of these questions. How did I lose dominion so early into this?

I don't exactly remember how it turned into what it did, but I can't stop thinking about it. What I shouldn't have said, what I could have said, why did I get so angry? This person is someone that I desperately want to see saved, and instead of leading the conversation to Christ and the Cross, I got sucked into a whirlpool of "If's"and "Why's".

I am not writing this to be a black cloud, on the contrary. Sitting in Revival last week with Evangelist Scott Snellen and hearing God's word has been an encouragement, and even through this failure, I am reminded that God can use me through my weaknesses for His Glory.

1st Corinthians 2:1-2; "And I, brethren, when I came to you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God. For I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified."

God is so faithful that He would use people who have very little talent and so many faults to be the instruments used to bring souls to Him. If only we would allow Him a place in our lives, He could move so much more!

Being saved, I believed for so long, was enough. That, despite my many failures, even as a christian, as long as I did the bare minimum and made Heaven my home, that was all that really mattered. But that is in direct contrast to what God has called me to be. It is disobedience.

Mark 16:15 says: "And He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature." 

Clearly, God wants us to do more than read our bibles and pray for the nations. He wants us to go to them. Not just pray for our city, but take it in the name of Jesus! Yet, I find myself arguing philosophy with the people God has called me to reach. Or, I'm not sure which is worse, not saying anything at all. Silenced by fear. Or something else?

 2 Timothy 1:8 "Be not ashamed of the testimony of our Lord..." 

I pray that God gives me the boldness I need to reach the lost. Not just the people I love. The lost on the street. The lost in the grocery store. The teenagers at the mall. Revival is upon us, our cities aching for the cleansing blood of Christ. God is already moving and I don't want to miss any part of it. I want to be able to lay a Crown of Glory at God's feet in praise and worship!

This blog has been a totally serious one and I am not really sure how to finish it....

So, hands in guys.

The Sickness

I hate being sick.

I hate it.

You may think my saying that is redundant, because, doesn't everyone hate being sick? The answer to that question, is no. There are seriously people who enjoy the attention they get for being sick. At least that's how it seems to me.

In case you were wondering, I am sick. And everyone at work is avoiding me like the plague. I am not a leper people! I don't have a fever! Don't leave me alone....

After spending a whole day on my couch with a roll of toilet paper (I was out of Kleenex, don't judge) and an almost full carton of Orange Juice supplied by my empathetic roommate, I have a renewed appreciation for work. There's a cabinet full of Kleenex boxes! It's like they never end! Tissue paradise!!!!

...Time for a new box..

This is literally how I feel right now. And look, obviously...

(photo credit: I-MaK)

I just felt like complaining a little...

The Super Bowl has come and gone again. After the flurry of excitement it has come to a sad and disappointing end. This may be considered a holiday, or a second Christmas for the menfolk but believe you me, it's much, much worse. And this year, it was a blood bath.

I didn't watch it.

I can probably guess what your thinking at this very moment, I am thinking the same thing. Why write about something I didn't even witness? I'll tell you, and the beginning of this blog and my future rant are about to come together like the concrete and a clumsy fat kids face...

Football is sick.  And it makes me sick. I mean, seriously, when you can't rely on a stinkin' Manning to dish out sweet, ice cold revenge on the team that crushed the dreams of an entire Bay Area...What has football become? That's right, I'm a NINERS FAN. Stupid. So stupid. I don't even like football...

I bet the half-time show was super lame (again) too. I am glad I didn't watch.

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Sunday not wasted.

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....I wonder if the half-time show is on YouTube....

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...I'm out...