Ventilation is Necessary for Clean Air Flow

Ok...I am not sure if my title really makes that much sense for what I am about to type, but that is what trickled off of my fingers. Talk about a bad day. The morning details made me cry. Yes, Bill Richardson, Kristi Sparks does shed a tear...just because I didn't cry with you when we watched Marley and Me doesn't mean that I am a cold hearted ruthless woman like you and Brad think I am. I have feelings I really do. I cried this morning because a friend asked me to do something that I don't want to do...bottom line. For the sake of not wanting my current drama strung out over the internet I am not going to indulge or let anyone in on that facet, so please don't ask. All you need to know is that it upset me enough that I cried. Next, I had a meeting at work. Boss said it would only be from 10:00 to 11:00 which I would make it to class on time at 11:30. WRONG..meeting was not even half over by 11:20 in which I told my boss i gotta go..RAINING..ugh..so I sped across town to NOT make it to my class in time which there was a DO NOT ENTER sign placed on the handle. Should I stay or should i go......I left...came here to the library to type and to vent and to look for housing...oh and I have a test later so I also need to study. Instead, I sit here on my blog typing trying to relieve some pressure that is building up in my mind and is being released through my fingers. I find such relaxation and a great sense of calm typing my thoughts and feelings that I DO have. WHEW! uggghhh...just found chocolate on my laptop..nasty...lol

Part 2: Ok..so I don't make right decisions sometimes...so sometimes I follow what I want to do instead of what God wants for me..so sometimes I say bad words like when I about dropped my laptop on the wet pavement about 30 minutes ago (sorry Cheryl I was on the phone with you and you witnessed it)...so sometimes I judge others based on their appearance...so sometimes I know to be nice to someone and instead I avoid them...so sometimes I have dirty thoughts...so sometimes I want things my way and I don't care what happens to others...so sometimes I use sarcasm as an excuse to be mean...so sometimes i know i am being a complete hypocrite...so sometimes i want to kick over the salvation army tripod...

so there...to all my lovely judges out there i hope that this helps with some ammunition and some things to talk about and discuss...

if it wasn't raining i would be walking....done

Story Teller

My grandpa was a great story teller; maybe that is where I get my love for stories from. He could tell a story and know right where to put the emphasis and when to deliver the comedy.

Although we bumped heads ALOT, my grandpa and I had a very close relationship. We both challenged one another and he encouraged me like no other.

I can see part of his personality in myself at times both good and bad. I absolutely love pulling off good tricks on people. Whether using a dry sense of humor to persuade someone to believe something ridiculous, or just jumping out and scaring someone half to death, my grandfather and I were a match when it came to practical jokes.

I miss talking to him about trivial things mostly. I loved playing the devils advocate and disagreeing with him even if it was on a subject that I did agree with him on. I loved asking him the hard questions and he did the same for me.

I miss hearing him call me "Buzzy" and his "lil Kristi Rae". He even made up a song that I don't remember anything but the first part that said, "I love to watch my lil Kristi Rae."

I learned so many things from him from how to navigate through the woods to how to change a flat tire (which came in handy this last summer).

In 2004 when he died, it was the hardest thing to endure. We were so close and losing him still hurts my heart at times. There are times I wish I could hear him say, "I love you, Buzzy," one last time.

The storyteller's story may be finished here on earth, but because of his faith and trust in Jesus, I know I will ultimately see him again someday and God willing hear him say, "I love you, Buzzy, welcome home."

Mr. Wolf Goes to Piggytown

Here is a column I wrote for my journalism class.

Everyone remembers the story of the three little pigs. What if we looked at the story from the wolf’s point of view? Here is Mr. Wolf who maybe wasn’t trying to eat the pigs, but had a cold and was actually a building inspector.

As a child I actually didn’t like the pigs in the story because I thought they were lazy and deserved to be eaten for being so stupid.

To some Christians, Bill Maher, a journalist who has a show on HBO called “Real Time with Bill Maher,” is like the big bad wolf from the originally little pigs story. To me, he is more like the wolf with a cold version.

Maher made a documentary called “Religulous” that I watched a few weeks ago. From the previews themselves I was shocked at how he approached the subject of religion. Previews can be deceiving.

Maher is honest and tells those he is interviewing he is really looking for the truth and not trying to be controversial. He asks hard questions and points out some of the “Christians” hypocrisies. Some of the people were so appalled and would either ask him to leave or would just sit there with no answer.

I am a Christian and one of the interviews made me sick, but is a fact in some churches. Maher called out a pastor who was wearing an expensive suit and a lot of gold jewelry. The pastor’s excuse was that Jesus was rich and wore fine linen.
The Bible clearly doesn’t say that and Maher pointed that out to the pastor and stated that Jesus actually spoke out against the rich. During the interview it was apparent that Maher new more about the Bible and what it said than the pastor. The pastor tried to quote from scripture and fumbled over his words. He was exposed for the fool he is.

This movie didn’t make me question what I believe or make me angry just because a lot of the interviews portrayed Christianity in a bad light. In fact, the movie caused me to have a higher respect for Maher because I liked that he exposed people for what they were.

It also helped me see how many Christians are building what they believe on whatever they are told or want to believe (hay and sticks) instead of what the Bible says (bricks). I mean it is easier just to go to church and be spoon fed what the Bible says than to actually pick it up a few times a week and read what it says. I myself have fallen many times into that habit.

Regardless if it is a big bad wolf trying to eat you or just a wolf with a cold, the fact remains that if your foundation isn’t solid, you are wasting your time gathering sticks and hay instead of seeking bricks to build on what you believe is truth.