Since I turned 27 this week, here are 27 things I like:
1. Star Wars
2. My family
3. God's Church
4. Oreos
5. Listening to Music
6. Fish
7. Books
8. Pizza
9. Fast Cars
10. Star Gazing
11. Swimming
12. The beach
13. Museums
14. Playing music
15. Video Games
16. Meeting People
17. Legos
18. Travelling
19. Mountains
20. Hikes in the woods
21. Camping
22. Cities
23. Snow
24. Sledding
25. Zoos/Aquariums
26. Dogs
27. Roller-coasters

What are some things you like?

Xanga died. Almost. At least for me.

I go through periods of time when I do not blog a lot.  Not that I ever really blog a ton anyhow.  However, this time I got closer than before to just giving up the blogging thing. It usually happens when I get obsessive, depressive, and maniacal all at the same time.  Just throw in a bunch of different things that need to get done, a device or too that is shiny enough to lure my attention away for a bit, and a pinch of craziness and you have the recipe for a perfect non-blogging storm.  Not that I have really said anything so far in this blog anyhow. 

Blogging, for the most part, is for me.  I am not sure that I care if anyone reads this or not. What I am sure about is that I constantly feel like I am slipping away into oblivion.  Like my life is that proverbial hour glass.

I try and try to look forward to the day I am in heaven. To imagine. A lot of the time this world around me is just to dark. Blocks out too much of the sky.  Did you hear about the woman with the 11 year old and 15 year old daughters.  This woman was kidnapped when she was 11 herself.  She is 29 now. Just a little bit older than me.  The father of her daughters is the man who kidnapped her. 

I really want everything to be fixed. I really want their to be justice and hope. More than just for me.  I just write these things to have a reminder. So that hopefully I can remind at least one more person that there is real hope.  Real hope.

It is hard to live with that sometimes.  I just want God to reach out with those hands that I read about in Exodus. The hand that he uses to cover Moses in the cleft of the rock. That hand that protects and loves all in one go.  I have the same plea of God.

Please don't go. Please just make your presence known. Please just let me see you, but not for me.  Please let me see you for your children's sake. For your name sake.

I am not sure that I can live through the experience though. 

My prayer this Friday night, "God help me to shine. I know your Son Jesus is the light.  Help me to let your light shine like a beacon on the hill. In Jesus name, Amen."

We ate spaghetti tonight. Soren loves spaghetti. Just like he loves most food.  The biggest difference is that we have figured out that when it comes to eating spaghetti a diaper is the only clothing required. This leads to chest spaghetti. Remember, here "chest" is in the adjectival form.  

I have no idea what chest spaghetti tastes like.  Cross my heart and hope to die. I really have no idea. It has crossed my mind to try it.  Then I decided that was a bad idea. I would have to admit it someday if I did. Somehow, not sure how, but somehow I would have to admit. 

Soren likes chest spaghetti though. It tastes at least as equally good as the other stuff from what I can tell. He has no inhibitions about this and considering that I also let him eat leg cheerios, arm banana, and hair ketchup he will probably be just fine.

There are times when it is good to watch a child with innocence.  He loves life and enjoys the simple things. He does not worry about being cool enough or witty enough. He just lives his live.

What a way to live. Thanks for reminding me with your chest spaghetti Soren.