Laundry is kind of fun. The end result smells nice. And then there are many more options in my closet.
 
I really hope I've convinced myself now.
 
 


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1. Flavor-Ice
2. Gelato
3. Sno-Cones (I wish I had the Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine)
4. Lemon-Berry Slush from Sonic
5. Country Time Lemonade
6. Red Kool-Aid
7. Limeaid
8. Chocolate Chip Frappachino
9. Ice Cream Sandwich
10. Ice Water with lemon
 


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Why does the Q-tips box explain every other way to use Q-tips except for using them to clean out the ear? In fact, the box specifically warns against cleaning out ears with Q-tips. How many people buy Q-tips for the purpose of using them to clean grout or dab on cream (like the box suggests)? I would put good money on betting that 99.5% of Q-tips find their way into ear canals. If the Q-tip company wanted Q-tips to be used for other things, then why do they make the Q-tip the perfect size to put into the ear?
 
I also bet that a very rich family (with a fortune earned in the 1970s) is out there somewhere that has members who are deaf as doorknobs, but are living large from suing Q-tip makers for not labeling the risks of Q-tip ear cleaning.


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Yesterday, I got off a bus after a 22 hour trip of journeying from Sharptop Cove Young Life Camp in Jasper, GA, to Shreveport, LA, to Tyler, TX, to Dallas, and then to sweet Houston. I still have bus-lag. I feel like I'm still on that bus trying to figure out a way to rest my head and contort my body so I'm able to drift off to Sleepytown. I probably was in a sleep/wake state for about 10 hours of the adventure.
 
My mind also keeps playing songs from camp: "Light the fire..." "Hey, I made it...I'm the world's greatest..." "I need you boo...hearts all over the world..."
 
And then as I sit back at work, I ache from the bumpety-bump of the mountain bike, and the grip of the ropes course harness and the climbing wall and the zip line, and the ladder climbing onto the dock after going down the water slide, and from climbing into a top bunk.
 
The most precious memory is thinking about the kids and getting a visual of seeing their lives change. I saw hearts soften. I heard a boy read from the bible for the first time ever in his life. A kid that was once balling his fist to find someone to fight was two days later using that fist to grip a mic to tell how his life belonged to God. It was the most beautiful thing to see. The tears I saw in a boys' eyes as he sang semi-off key, "I will dance like David danced" by himself in front of all his peers makes me cry to think about it. And then witnessing a blind girl sing the song, "Mary did you know.." still makes my heart ache. Beautiful, beautiful, memories. It's a precious gift to have a teenager cry over their sin on your shoulder, and to be blessed by getting to encourage them that God will have the victory in their life. Their life doesn't have to stay the same.
 
By watching these teens, I grew up this week. I saw immaturity in them, and how I still have some of that same immaturity in myself at times. And ways that I don't always trust God. And ways I must trust God, or I'm never going to grow past that point. It was great to not have one single thought about my absent Prince Charming, or if I should buy a hybrid or keep my SUV. It was nice not to hear myself whine (or my friends--sorry for saying that friends...but we really do whine from time to time). It was nice to refocus on God's plan.


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I'm addicted to a t.v. show. And it's all reruns. It makes me laugh. Per wikipedia, I found out there are 88 episodes of this show. So that means, I still have several more new episodes to watch.
 
It comes on starting about 11:00 p.m. So there I am, watching the show. Then, I get ready for bed sneaking peeks at the screen between flossing, face-washing, and teeth brushing, to catch glimpses of the 11:30 episode.
 
I never saw this show once before its syndication. It ran from 2002-2006. I wonder what I was doing all those years that the show was on. Watching reruns of a show you like is getting a second chance for something you missed out on in life...or really delayed Tivo.


If we were really green, we would:
 
  • carry around our own hand towels.
  • stop using toilet paper.
  • stop buying pre-packaged single-serving items.
  • stop making new cars, but figure out how to make old ones work better.
  • reuse containers.
  • use less electricity.
  • turn back time and keep our old big monitors and t.v.'s out of the trash before the flat-screen invasion.
The point is, we're not green in America. We're not going to be green. We might be able to reach yellow in a few homes, but never green. I find it severely ironic that green has become such a marketable catch phrase. So now, in additional irony, more products are being produced to help make us "go green."
 
If we went green, our market would crash. Toilet paper makers would have to wrap up their businesses. Ziplock would be zipped. We've got to stay un-green to keep our market thriving. Unless we alter the good producers to manufacture other items. Boy, it's complicated!
 
I do have a friend, Ms. Green, that I believe is the most green person I know, and also practices what she preaches politically as well. She's a rebel of sorts. A Ghandi of green, if you will. Although, she has a tendency to be a bit more vocal than Ghandi.
 
Ms. Green has taught me so much about living green, when it used to be called "saving the environment." I switched many products because of her (which shall remain nameless for privacy's sake). And I developed environmental guilt when I don't recycle (especially plastic 1s and 2s ). It was frustrating for awhile, but now I appreciate the guilt, and do my best to always recycle.

I've noticed that the amount of recycleable materials that I have as trash, is quite a large amount. And I'm just a family of one. Maybe my difference doesn't count a lot, but I do believe that as lovers of God we need to be responsible with what God has given us. We don't need to worship the Earth, but we do need to be honorable with gifts from God. Maybe the more we try to erase the fingerprint of God with man-made beauty, the more God will make his majestic print visible (perhaps that's what Al Gore was really trying to get across). [That's just a random statement, so don't take it to heart too much. I was just thinking.]
 
So, maybe instead of using that plastic water bottle, just get a glass of water, or fill up a container from home. And use a square or two less of Mr. Whipple's stash.


It's hard to get my mind wrapped around the oppositeness of the human solution versus the spiritual solution. Sometimes trying to think in a God-perspective makes me feel very much like I'm thinking in Dr. Seuss terms--like being whimsical and creative, but not understanding the connectedness to our planet. It's rather opposite of reason at times.

It's a leap. It's a flutter of the heart. It's jumping and trusting your landing to his hands. Hands that go beyond human boundaries. And that can hold the whole world, but still can softly lift my chin up when I've been looking down for too long.