Fifteen minutes

On MSN they have something about what happened to America's Next Top Model winners. I didn't click on it, I could care less, but it did give me a thought. Hold on, we are going to go deep. Not really. I just was sitting here thinking many things, first of all, who cares? Really? I don't sit around wondering what happened to so and so from a reality show. Ever. End of story. Second, I was thinking so many people want to get on t.v. and they do really ridiculous things to be seen to get chosen to be on t.v. Again, I wonder, who cares? You will be on the twenty-eighth Survivor show or the one billionth episode of The Bachelor (which I only watched the very first season) where no matter what you do on the show you are one of three very stupid stereotypes: 1. slut 2. nasty mean girl 3. way too "innocent"/push over/PSYCHO. The point of this thought is this; why do you want "that" type of attention to be on t.v. for a short time period, whether it is one season or endless annoying Jersey Shore seasons-stupid, stupid, stupid show, I feel like I lose brain cells just passing by it when channel surfing-who will remember you in five years? They might remember what you did if you do something really stupid, but who will really remember you? If they by chance to remember you, it isn't the real you, it is someone the editors made you out to be, no one really knows you from a t.v. show. More importantly, do you want them to remember you that way? So, you can keep your fifteen minutes of fame. I would rather sit back in my life, the one I get to live daily, no scripts, regular drama (my goodness, can we eat muffins again for dinner tonight?!?) and touch people in real ways. I want to have relationships, real relationships, ones that matter, ones where people think of you for the big things and most importantly for the small things. I want to hope that I made a difference to someone. I don't want to know I made a difference, I want to hope I did. If I do things the way I am supposed to do them, I will do them without want for attention without want for rewards without want for recognition, you just do it because you know it is the right thing to do.

Time Machine

You know what I love about music? It is a real time machine, the power of a song is often overlooked. A song can take you back to a time in your life that you forgot all about, it can bring back warm and fuzzy memories, laugh out loud memories, it can also on occasion strike a sad cord making you remember the not so great times. Maybe a song can make you remember a break up or what was on the radio after your first time, there are so many memories a song can bring on. I love how a song can make you feel, some songs are hands down turn them up as loud as possible and sing at the top of your lungs songs, they never ever get old. I love music, all types of music, I don't like to be restricted to a certain genre, that is why on mornings like these-these very rare mornings-no one is here but me and the laundry and I can crank my playlist up. So here is to a morning full of good music and great memories!

King James What?

Last night I escaped the house after dinner and hit up Books-A-Million to spend the gift card that was re-gifted back to me for Christmas. You did read that correctly, I gave my mom a gift card for watching the boys and she sure enough gave it to me for Christmas. I went to check the amount but the website or number wasn't listed so I just called to ask her directly. She said, it was worth twenty-five dollars and then it hit me as we talked, this was the exact card I gave her, so I point blank asked her and she admitted to re-gifting it. I need to teach her how to re-gift properly. So, I am at Books-A-Million and I am looking in the "Inspiration" section looking for the Max Lucado books because I find his books interesting. So, I am looking through the books and notice an elderly guy behind me looking at Bibles. Thinking this was my time to talk to someone I asked if he was looking for a new bible and if he was did I know the one for him! I just got my dad a Bible that incorporates history with it, if this guy was a history buff, I had my speech ready! But he told me he was looking for something other than a King James Version. I volunteered that I have an easier time with the NIV and I use the NIrV in my classroom. We started chatting and I found out he lives in Locust Grove, is currently between his home and staying with his three kids, one in Georgetown and two in South Carolina. I also learn that he has battled and won the battle over colon cancer and is currently fighting liver cancer. I ask him where he goes to church, you'll never guess, he goes to my church. We talk about how great our pastor is and how he isn't afraid to tell it like it is and how much the church has grown and what a wonderful place it is to be. I tell him my kids go to school there, but don't volunteer the information that I work there, that gets a little too personal. We get back to the KJV conversation where he tells me that he has read some place years ago that the KJV isn't correct and he wants the "other version that I think starts with a c" to compare the two versions. Which stumps me. In a weird way. I suddenly want to flee the aisle because I become painfully aware I am about to enter a conversation I can't hold my ground in, what do I know about the various versions of the bible? I do say, that I find it odd that the KJV could be that inaccurate considering it is the most used version and a lot of people say it is the only "true" version, which the Word is the Word no matter which version, God promises his Word won't die-in all versions. He then questions if God will be disappointed with his choices all these years because he grew up with the KJV but has felt all his life that it wasn't "right"-to which the only thing I can say is-I don't think God punishes us for trying to worship with Him and to learn the Word, even if it is the wrong version, even if we missed some stuff, it is our relationship with God that matters not if we lived perfectly, no one can live perfectly. He tells me that he read in that elusive reading that King James didn't like the way the translations made him look so he fired the first round of translators after they refused to change it to make him look better and hired a new crew to write it to make him look good. I am dumbfounded, he found the corner I can't get myself out of, I just say, where did you read this? Was it a creditable source? He says he can't remember it was in a newspaper or magazine. I just smile and say, you can't always trust everything you read in the paper. He nods politely, I continue to help him look suggest that he ask the reference desk for help. I then ask him his name and tell him I will pray for him and his liver cancer, his family, and his travels. I then dismiss myself back to the Max Lucado section feeling very strange. I get out to the car and think, what just happened. Here I was talking to a guy that I thought maybe needed me in some way because I felt that nudge and I ended up feeling odd and highly uneducated in the ways of the Bible or how the versions came about. But I just ended up with this, I did say that our God was a very forgiving God at some point in that conversation and I did say it didn't matter how perfect we got it, just that we listen and obey God and maybe that is what he needed to hear even though I felt odd, very odd about the whole conversation. Tonight, I took a few minutes to Google the different versions of the Bible and I have concluded he must be looking for the Greek version, bless his heart if he is going to try to read the Bible in Greek or Latin, for me, I am willing to take the gamble. I do find it ironic that the pastor he enjoys the most, in fact he said, "He is the best pastor I have run across in years" uses the KJV to preach and study out of each week, studies it daily, and has it with him on the podium each Sunday.

In case you are wondering, I ended up buying Facing Your Giants by Max Lucado and a much wanted book light. The book light doesn't work, I have to take it back, I am hoping I won't run into that guy again.

New?

How long can something be considered new? I was listening to a radio station yesterday that said it was new, it isn't new, it has been on the air for years. After a trip to Google and the always reliable Wikipedia (blah) I found out this particular radio station started in 2006 in its current format, how is that new? So, here is my question, how long is something considered new?

On a random note....I went to the library yesterday for the first time in years. I had to get a new card, I luckily was still in the system, what a relief! For a new card you must pay two dollars and they take debit card! Can you imagine the library now takes debit card? Let me clarify, that is as long as you have your name on your debit card and not your husband's name. Why that extra information was given to me, I have no idea, I don't wear my wedding band often and wasn't sporting it yesterday. I also was free from my two appendages that are usually attached to my left and right hands and usually people assume you are married upon seeeing them, so why was that information given to me? So, I had an overdue fee of $1.50 sitting there with my information, that was luckily still in the system. I had to ask when these charges occurred, I mean it has been years, they were from 2004. Can I call these new charges? According to the radio I can.

My observation about the library, aren't the people that work there supposed to whisper? The staff at the LG library doesn't know what it means to whisper, but they do have being quiet highlighted on their posted rules. How is that for irony?

Also, if you want to broaden your vocabulary I highly encourage you to go to the library. You can hear the word, "crap" from various staff members. One in the children's section, I can only tell you how pleased I was about that, thankfully said appendages weren't with me.

One last note, today we weighed Nick's Algebra book, it is new to him. New being he got it used. I am really on a roll with the new stuff. So, it weighs 6.4 lbs., yes my friends, as much as a newborn baby. There's something new for you, useless new information. According to the media, new never wears off, so take a look around your house at all your new possessions, even if you have owned them for years.

Have a fantastic day full of new observations.

A Counter Full of...

Last weekend, I had a funny moment. I had to clean out a cabinet to make room for all my cake decorating stuff. You know you are really getting into something when you need a cabinet to hold it all. We have two smaller cabinets above our stove, one is now the home to all things for cake decorating. The bottom parts of these cabinets have always been used they hold oils, Crisco, spray oil, hand held mixer, food chopper, and flour sifter. The top part has always been used to hold the shot glasses....many of them.

I had a counter full of shot glasses, there were very dusty from being up in the cabinet for almost eight years with little to no use. I washed them all after letting them soak in very hot water. It was odd to sit there and wash them, each one had a distinct memory to it. Some had really funny stories, like yelling, "Hooters, Hooters, Hooters!" before taking a shot out of the Hooters shot glass. The one I got from Notre Dame on a whirlwind trip to ND for a football game, where I actually became jealous of their "Barnes & Noble" style bookstore. A Clemson shot glass that was never once used, but still holds precious dating memories with Nick. It was crazy to touch & feel each one again. I even have some that my Great Grandma Robins gave me and some that my Grandma Correll gave to me too. The end result? They didn't go back into the cabinet, they are in a bag with the yard sale items waiting to be sold. Now, a few I did hold on to because they really do have great memories attached. I am not a sentimental person, so for me to actually hold on to something is pretty big.

Later that day I had a counter full of cupcakes, a cake, and about five pounds of icing. Then it hit me all of the sudden, in one day, just one day, I had a counter full of who I once was and now I have a counter full of who I am today. Who knew a kitchen counter could hold so much?