Seeing UNITED in concert was like
Plugging yourself into a power outlet for three hours straight
Consuming a feast of delicious foods after having fasted for a week
It was the feeling you get after turning in your last exam
Rolled in with the relief you feel after setting down a heavy box.
It was a spiritual spa treatment in the most expensive of spa's.
It was the closest feeling a human could have to flying without an apparatus.
It was the true sense of moving, powerful, awesome, wonderful, amazing, pleasing, and exciting. The only thing top-able is moments with God Himself (which it wasn't far from).
It was life changing.
And I will never forget it.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
My most awesome simlie yet...
Scene: the other night, Dayton and I are on the couch watching our favorite show "Las Vegas"
Danny McCoy, one of the main characters has just found out that he's being summoned by the Marines to go back to active duty for a special mission.
Danny: "I'm being recalled"
Elizabeth: "Like a toy out of China"
Dayton: "ha! ha! good one"
:)
Danny McCoy, one of the main characters has just found out that he's being summoned by the Marines to go back to active duty for a special mission.
Danny: "I'm being recalled"
Elizabeth: "Like a toy out of China"
Dayton: "ha! ha! good one"
:)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Got Racism?
Ever wonder about things as you're watching it rain or falling asleep, or watching NASCAR highlights on ESPN?
If you do and one of those things is why exactly they drink milk after winning the Indy 500 then I've got your answer right here.
Stick around for the final paragraph because that's where the funny's at.
"Milk became the drink of champions after Louis Meyer, the winner of the 1936 Indianapolis 500, was photographed gulping down a bottle of buttermilk, his favorite drink. Apparently, his mom had recommended the drink, claiming it would refresh him.
The photo found its way to the desk of an executive at the Milk Foundation who, seeing a rare promo opportunity, "made sure that from that year on the winner of the race received a bottle of milk to drink." A tradition was born. Not surprisingly, the National Dairy Council supports this ritual, calling the celebratory chugging of the milk, "a winning example for people everywhere who are looking to maintain a healthy, active lifestyle."
The victory milk is just one of may long standing traditions associated with the Indy 500, but if PETA has its way, it will soon come to an end. The organization is looking to end the drinking of the milk, claiming it to be a "beverage born out of cruelty to baby calves" and a "racist drink."
If you do and one of those things is why exactly they drink milk after winning the Indy 500 then I've got your answer right here.
Stick around for the final paragraph because that's where the funny's at.
"Milk became the drink of champions after Louis Meyer, the winner of the 1936 Indianapolis 500, was photographed gulping down a bottle of buttermilk, his favorite drink. Apparently, his mom had recommended the drink, claiming it would refresh him.
The photo found its way to the desk of an executive at the Milk Foundation who, seeing a rare promo opportunity, "made sure that from that year on the winner of the race received a bottle of milk to drink." A tradition was born. Not surprisingly, the National Dairy Council supports this ritual, calling the celebratory chugging of the milk, "a winning example for people everywhere who are looking to maintain a healthy, active lifestyle."
The victory milk is just one of may long standing traditions associated with the Indy 500, but if PETA has its way, it will soon come to an end. The organization is looking to end the drinking of the milk, claiming it to be a "beverage born out of cruelty to baby calves" and a "racist drink."
Sunday, May 24, 2009
In a debat against an Atheist, my money's on the Marsh-Wiggle
Play the desert island game with me for a second:
If you were going to be stranded on an island and could take only one book, which would it be? (don't be all Suzzy Spiritual and say the Bible either)
Mine...The Chronicles of Narnia (I have a version where all the books are combined into one so I'm not cheating when I say that).
Why? Aside from the brilliant writing and plot lines of Mr. Lewis, the spiritual truths laced throughout the book would have both my mind and my spirit fed for years.
One such example is found in the second to the last book of the chronicles, "The Silver Chair" and while it isn't my favorite (no children's book can hold even the smallest of candles to "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader") it's not without Lewis' brilliant wit.
This book is all about two children and a Marsh-Wiggle (the defining of which would generate a ramble so I'll spare you, just picture a scare-crow) and their journey to restore the rightful king to the Narnian throne.
There is one particular scene when they have broken a horrid spell and are addressing the witch who is attempting to cast another spell over them by convincing them that all they know to be true was in fact a dream.
What breaks them out of this spell is a clever speech from the Marsh-Wiggle, that as I've already hinted at, would squelch even the most boisterous of atheists....
Oh and the Aslan they speak of is the figure that represents God-just keep that in mind...
"Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia."
I've often thought that when thinking about believing in God. A popular lie is that there isn't a God, but really the peace that's found believing in a supreme being as awesome and powerful as my God is totally worth it.
If there is one thing you read this summer, it should be The Chronicles of Narnia.
If you were going to be stranded on an island and could take only one book, which would it be? (don't be all Suzzy Spiritual and say the Bible either)
Mine...The Chronicles of Narnia (I have a version where all the books are combined into one so I'm not cheating when I say that).
Why? Aside from the brilliant writing and plot lines of Mr. Lewis, the spiritual truths laced throughout the book would have both my mind and my spirit fed for years.
One such example is found in the second to the last book of the chronicles, "The Silver Chair" and while it isn't my favorite (no children's book can hold even the smallest of candles to "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader") it's not without Lewis' brilliant wit.
This book is all about two children and a Marsh-Wiggle (the defining of which would generate a ramble so I'll spare you, just picture a scare-crow) and their journey to restore the rightful king to the Narnian throne.
There is one particular scene when they have broken a horrid spell and are addressing the witch who is attempting to cast another spell over them by convincing them that all they know to be true was in fact a dream.
What breaks them out of this spell is a clever speech from the Marsh-Wiggle, that as I've already hinted at, would squelch even the most boisterous of atheists....
Oh and the Aslan they speak of is the figure that represents God-just keep that in mind...
"Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia."
I've often thought that when thinking about believing in God. A popular lie is that there isn't a God, but really the peace that's found believing in a supreme being as awesome and powerful as my God is totally worth it.
If there is one thing you read this summer, it should be The Chronicles of Narnia.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Cup full o' Giggles
I could stand in the card isle reading only Fresh Ink cards by Halmark all-day-long.
I don't hold back when I'm standing in the card isle and their wittiness tickles me, I l.o.l. Which really they should thank me for because laughter is contagious so even if someone is looking over one of those cheesy cards that talk about a naked man and you open it up to see a baby monkey (what?) they might laugh and wait till after they've shelled out 5.75 to realize it was a stupid card.
Fresh Ink card's are not something I buy for everyone I know who has a birthday. They cater to a very distinct brand of humor. One example (and the only one because really you have to see the pictures with the captions) is one that sent me into fits of giggles standing there in Walgreens...
It's a card that is round and looks like a piece of bologna...
"My bologna has a middle name
It's Marie."
Haha can you really put a price tag on something that funny? Fresh Ink did and it's a reasonable 2.50 so please, buy on.
Here's another funny from my google homepage, daily humor thingy...
Cereal Claim
Last week, the FDA scolded General Mills for claiming that Cheerios lowers your cholesterol by 10%.
They're not stopping there - today, under pressure, Captain Crunch admitted he lied about his military record. -Jay Leno
I don't hold back when I'm standing in the card isle and their wittiness tickles me, I l.o.l. Which really they should thank me for because laughter is contagious so even if someone is looking over one of those cheesy cards that talk about a naked man and you open it up to see a baby monkey (what?) they might laugh and wait till after they've shelled out 5.75 to realize it was a stupid card.
Fresh Ink card's are not something I buy for everyone I know who has a birthday. They cater to a very distinct brand of humor. One example (and the only one because really you have to see the pictures with the captions) is one that sent me into fits of giggles standing there in Walgreens...
It's a card that is round and looks like a piece of bologna...
"My bologna has a middle name
It's Marie."
Haha can you really put a price tag on something that funny? Fresh Ink did and it's a reasonable 2.50 so please, buy on.
Here's another funny from my google homepage, daily humor thingy...
Cereal Claim
Last week, the FDA scolded General Mills for claiming that Cheerios lowers your cholesterol by 10%.
They're not stopping there - today, under pressure, Captain Crunch admitted he lied about his military record. -Jay Leno
Saturday, May 16, 2009
My Fashion Statement.
If there is one thing I want people to associate with the name Elizabeth it's the message behind this Villanelle.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Enjoy.
A Flatter of Fact:
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose,
Caring not for the fashions of the day
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
Put your hair in a bun the shape of a rose
Or part it in two, to create a bouquet
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose.
If spring calls for hem lines that tend to expose,
And they’re sported by women regardless of weight
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
When in Paris they walk wearing low pantyhose
With their hair standing straight from hair spray
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose.
If the style is colors of blue and bog rose,
Paired with yellow, and red and ash gray
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
Remember to dress so that others suppose
You’d rather not to look too cliché.
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Enjoy.
A Flatter of Fact:
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose,
Caring not for the fashions of the day
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
Put your hair in a bun the shape of a rose
Or part it in two, to create a bouquet
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose.
If spring calls for hem lines that tend to expose,
And they’re sported by women regardless of weight
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
When in Paris they walk wearing low pantyhose
With their hair standing straight from hair spray
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose.
If the style is colors of blue and bog rose,
Paired with yellow, and red and ash gray
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
Remember to dress so that others suppose
You’d rather not to look too cliché.
Wear a purple hat if it flatters your nose
Wear green socks if they flatter your toes.
Friday, May 15, 2009
A Sonnet for your bonnet...haha!
Two rhyming poems is all we had to produce in the way of "real" poetry and this is one of mine. It's actually a sonnet and after writing this one I truly believe Shakespeare would look at it and want to put his name to it--My pride runs that deep.
Enjoy.
Him
So often do the words around me pass
Without so much as stopping to survive.
The prepositions, fragile, fall like glass
While nouns of value find a way to thrive.
Before, a pronoun was of little worth
Uncaring was the use from day to day
For “her” and “him” it was of common birth
The leader of the least of all to say.
Until he came and gave his hand to guide
Upon my back with confidence to spare,
And spoke about the beauty in my eyes
A turn of friendship into love affair.
So now with every use of him and he
The value of a pronoun grows, exponentially.
Enjoy.
Him
So often do the words around me pass
Without so much as stopping to survive.
The prepositions, fragile, fall like glass
While nouns of value find a way to thrive.
Before, a pronoun was of little worth
Uncaring was the use from day to day
For “her” and “him” it was of common birth
The leader of the least of all to say.
Until he came and gave his hand to guide
Upon my back with confidence to spare,
And spoke about the beauty in my eyes
A turn of friendship into love affair.
So now with every use of him and he
The value of a pronoun grows, exponentially.
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