Happy Little Trees

Perhaps I am a wee bit "random" from time to time. Kind of like an iPod on shuffle mode.

My favorite blog: http://jimmyandjen.blogspot.com/
It used to be all about their travels in India and now it's all about their new baby. They are very precious friends. They are friends that are so cool they give their baby fake tattoos. When I get a baby, I'll do the same.

My favorite food: Port wine cheese spread.

My favorite thing to do while I drive: Listen to Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion. I'm really scared about seeing the movie.

Why look?! I did have a theme! These are a few of my favorite things. Houston version: When mosquitoes bite, when fire ants sting, when my hair looks bad, I'm soon to remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel soooo sad. :)
Did I mention I love cheese?

Today through a website sent to me from a co-worker, I learned that people have needs to cleanse their colons. And when they do, the results are staggering. Or shall I say, completely disgusting!! On the website people have actually included their pictures near the stuff that came out of them. If I ever pose by anything that came out of my body, please take my temperature and label me insane.

I looked at the website right before lunch, and I haven't been the same sense. I still feel weak. Tonight, I'm going to ask my sister, who knows everything, if this is true. If someone else knows everything, check this out and see if it's true. But I warn you, do not view before eating!

http://www.drnatura.com/colon-cleansing.html

I'm so happy right now I could do the Robot. I almost just started doing the Robot right in the middle of my office. Perhaps when David danced, he did the Robot, too.

I've been really, really wanting to go on my church's mission trip to Kenya. My friend, Susan, is leading it, and she is a Kenyan. My heart really has been touched by Africa over this last year and the need that the kids have for the love of God. I'm one of those weird people who's always wanted to go. "Please, send me, God! I want to go!" But I never felt it was the right time. Or God's time.

This time my limitation is moo-lah -- which can be a very intimidating thing. It doesn't grow on trees, you know. Nor does it grow in my wallet. But I did get the vacation days approved today. So if God is leading you to send a redhead to Africa, you found me!! Or just pray for me. Aye (I think that means thank you. Or it might be asante or something.) Now I have to tell my mom. She's going to think I'm crazy. But I think she already knows that.

Today there was free food at work. Pizza and wings. I've been trying to detoxify my body a bit, so I was going to avoid the wings, but they looked tantalizing, so I sampled two labeled "Buffalo".
I ate the wings noticing that my fingers were turning orange and thinking orange fingers probably weren't appropriate for a lunch meeting. While I was focusing on the orange fingers, I was trying not to focus on the possibility of my chicken appearing to be rather pink. I tried to pretend it was just the orange sauce fading into the meat.

After lunch was over, several other people got the courage to talk about the "too pink" chicken. So now I think I might have food poisoning just waiting to manifest itself in my body. I looked online, and I think I can take charcoal tablets or something called arsenicum. If no one has heard from me, and it's been a few days, please come looking for me. Be sure to wear rubber gloves and possibly a mask.

I left my wallet at home today. I dug in my desk and came up with three dimes and about 42 pennies. I bought a piece of pita bread at the mediterranean place in the food court for 50 cents. I felt like it was my manna.

I was so glad to have food to eat today. My stomach likes to feel full rather than empty. It changes my whole mood depending on what is in my stomach.

I read a quiz once that said, "Do you often eat until your immobile?" It makes me laugh picturing myself like that; because I think we've all done it. Maybe the question should say: "Do you frequently ask friends to roll you away from the table?"

Last night I woke up and had to pray. It was probably 1 a.m. I prayed for about an hour. And then read John Piper. It was a discussion about to live is Christ, but to die is gain. Sweet time. And then I slept much better.

Everytime I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel like Samuel. And I have to listen. When God calls, you can't just roll over. You've gotta listen.

1 Samuel 3:10 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
10 The LORD came and stood there, calling as at the other times, "Samuel! Samuel!" Then Samuel said, "Speak, for your servant is listening."

I don't know how to post pictures. I want to put pictures on my blog, but I don't know how. The whole "html" thing really scares me. I don't own a digital camera. And I don't own a computer except for the 1997 e-machine that sits on my floor with a Yu-Gi-Oh sticker. The monitor is bigger than my television--so 2003, I know.

These are my confessions. Everytime I say that phrase I sing it like Usher in my head, and I feel like I get a pained expression of my face like he does in the video. Not that I watch videos. Only VH1 on Saturdays to catch the top 20. Gotta stay hip.

I also wanted to add a quiz to my blog, and I totally html-messed it up. It was from my friend, Dovie's blog. I would post the link, but I just don't know how.