Football, oh football,
Oh, how I love football!
The breeze in the air,
The fighting so fair.
Hot dogs and peanuts,
I surely won't go nuts.
Football, oh football,
So perfect for the fall.
College ball is best,
NFL I leave to the rest.
Thursday through Saturday,
Could there be another day?
Football, oh football,
You are my favorite sport of all.
Yes, that's right, I wrote a poem. About football. What can I say? Free tickets to any football game make me light up, especially when I get the chance to see a guy from the 1947 team which took the Terps to their first bowl game ever walk onto the field and be cheered on by thousands of people. Knowing that guy is my grandfather, makes me smile inside and out. I love football, but not as much as I love my family.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Absurdity
$5 million here, $10 million here, oh look $22 million over there...
What in the world?! All we hear Congress talk about are the budget constraints they are facing, not enough money for the war, not enough money for health care coverage, not enough money for stem-cell research, I mean science (which is far too tied to federal funding in my opinion anyway, but a blog for another day) not enough money for all Federal officials to be able to fly first-class (so sad for them). Perhaps if they used their mad fundraising skills for good I would feel more positively about any one of the presidential candidates running amok, most of which scorning their elected duties of being our Congressmen and woman by running about the country in search of supporters and funds. I am not sure about you, but if I decided not to show up for my JOB and instead pursued my "next" career that would not be taken well at all. I doubt the my current employer would be very happy, but lets not forget about the potential replacement employer. Who wants someone who is always focused on "the next big thing" and avoids completing their current task by any means possible? I'm sorry, but when I vote you into office, you had BETTER be present and voting (preferable in my chosen mindset if the person elected is the person I voted for in the first place) and EVERY Congressional vote. None of this abstaining and none of this "not present at time of voting". I mean really, you get insanely long breaks from being "in session" and really, is it that hard to show up for work? I mean, I do it. How in the world am I supposed to believe you will take the "interests of the working middle class" to heart if you freaking can't be a hard-working individual?
But back to the issue at hand...all this money. Use it where it's needed. We live in age of the Internet and Podcasting, and online journals...why do you physically need to travel around the country wasting that precious money that could so be used for a greater cause? Why?
This is absurd.
What in the world?! All we hear Congress talk about are the budget constraints they are facing, not enough money for the war, not enough money for health care coverage, not enough money for stem-cell research, I mean science (which is far too tied to federal funding in my opinion anyway, but a blog for another day) not enough money for all Federal officials to be able to fly first-class (so sad for them). Perhaps if they used their mad fundraising skills for good I would feel more positively about any one of the presidential candidates running amok, most of which scorning their elected duties of being our Congressmen and woman by running about the country in search of supporters and funds. I am not sure about you, but if I decided not to show up for my JOB and instead pursued my "next" career that would not be taken well at all. I doubt the my current employer would be very happy, but lets not forget about the potential replacement employer. Who wants someone who is always focused on "the next big thing" and avoids completing their current task by any means possible? I'm sorry, but when I vote you into office, you had BETTER be present and voting (preferable in my chosen mindset if the person elected is the person I voted for in the first place) and EVERY Congressional vote. None of this abstaining and none of this "not present at time of voting". I mean really, you get insanely long breaks from being "in session" and really, is it that hard to show up for work? I mean, I do it. How in the world am I supposed to believe you will take the "interests of the working middle class" to heart if you freaking can't be a hard-working individual?
But back to the issue at hand...all this money. Use it where it's needed. We live in age of the Internet and Podcasting, and online journals...why do you physically need to travel around the country wasting that precious money that could so be used for a greater cause? Why?
This is absurd.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Hand
Would you want your hand to be re-attached to your body if it had spent any amount of time in the belly of another animal?
I'm not so sure. I mean, on one hand (no pun intended) I AM Rachael, confirmed germ-o-phobe. On the other hand, I like my hands...and particularly using them to do things like eat, shower, and type blogs. I think it would come down to how long the hand had spent inside the animal's tummy. I mean, a few minutes, okay, just wash it off and we're good to go. Three days? EW. I mean, wouldn't the stomach acid have done a number on "my" skin, not to mention the inside parts of the human hand? Gross. They have got to make pretty sweet prosthetic hands by now...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/09/17/gator.attack/index.html
I'm not so sure. I mean, on one hand (no pun intended) I AM Rachael, confirmed germ-o-phobe. On the other hand, I like my hands...and particularly using them to do things like eat, shower, and type blogs. I think it would come down to how long the hand had spent inside the animal's tummy. I mean, a few minutes, okay, just wash it off and we're good to go. Three days? EW. I mean, wouldn't the stomach acid have done a number on "my" skin, not to mention the inside parts of the human hand? Gross. They have got to make pretty sweet prosthetic hands by now...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/09/17/gator.attack/index.html
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Kathy
The Inaccuracy of Kathy Griffin's Remarks on Jesus
I smile when I read things like this...mostly because it makes me feel like in some small way we are refuting the misinterpretation that intelligent people aren't/cannot be Christians. This gal definitely went through a lot of trouble to refute Kathy Griffin historically. I smiled. I love logic and reasoning as a way to get the message of the Gospel across to people.
I smile when I read things like this...mostly because it makes me feel like in some small way we are refuting the misinterpretation that intelligent people aren't/cannot be Christians. This gal definitely went through a lot of trouble to refute Kathy Griffin historically. I smiled. I love logic and reasoning as a way to get the message of the Gospel across to people.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Heels
Today heels saved the day. Well, not really. Although, they did prove to be very helpful for my mid-morning tea "run" (not really a "run" since it wasn't outside of my building, or even on a different floor from my action-center).
This morning, like every morning so far this week, started off rocky with me waking up a mere ten minutes from when I typically like to leave the house. Not good and a very discouraging way to start the day. I had also forgotten to lay out all the clothes/shoes/jewelry that I needed for the day last night (yes, it's like I'm still in grade school and I set out what I'm going to wear each day the night before…I can't help it that I like to wake up earlier than Husband and get out of the house and have a slightly less than horrific commute, at least in the mornings). I went ahead and grabbed my black flats (essentially a pair of glorified jelly-shoes (remember those?) so I could be comfortable during my walk up 4 flights of stairs to my action-center (I walk because, really, stair climbing at work is the only real exercise I get) since yesterday the red heels I was wearing made something in my legs hurt after all the stair climbing. Anyway, I keep a pair of black heels in one of my desk drawers, along with my space heater for those chilly office days, and usually wear those around since the black flats are kinda funky (I'm still saving my pennies for a new pair that I have been keeping tabs on at my local Macy's…someday they will be mine and I shall throw away the mock jellies). Anyway, I put on my heels right before going on my tea "run" which was the first time I went outside my action-center this morning. Good call. When I was getting my tea ready I noticed that we were out of stirrers. Travesty. I knew there were some up in the cabinets and started looking around. Yep, there they were…on the top shelf. I need a coffee stirrer to complete my tea making adventures. Without my heels I would not have been able to reach the box on the top shelf and would have either ended up looking like an idiot while climbing on the counters to reach the box, or had no way (until I found a spoon in my desk drawer I suppose) to stir my tea, add one packet of Splenda, and remove my tea bag.
Thank you black heels. Thank you for being a part of my tea "run" this morning. Without you I would be drinking hot water.
Sometimes I miss working in the city and being able to walk to get coffee or lunch or just to walk…
PS – While writing this blog I heard some guy barking on my floor. Definitely a "person bark" rather than an actual dog. That's strange.
This morning, like every morning so far this week, started off rocky with me waking up a mere ten minutes from when I typically like to leave the house. Not good and a very discouraging way to start the day. I had also forgotten to lay out all the clothes/shoes/jewelry that I needed for the day last night (yes, it's like I'm still in grade school and I set out what I'm going to wear each day the night before…I can't help it that I like to wake up earlier than Husband and get out of the house and have a slightly less than horrific commute, at least in the mornings). I went ahead and grabbed my black flats (essentially a pair of glorified jelly-shoes (remember those?) so I could be comfortable during my walk up 4 flights of stairs to my action-center (I walk because, really, stair climbing at work is the only real exercise I get) since yesterday the red heels I was wearing made something in my legs hurt after all the stair climbing. Anyway, I keep a pair of black heels in one of my desk drawers, along with my space heater for those chilly office days, and usually wear those around since the black flats are kinda funky (I'm still saving my pennies for a new pair that I have been keeping tabs on at my local Macy's…someday they will be mine and I shall throw away the mock jellies). Anyway, I put on my heels right before going on my tea "run" which was the first time I went outside my action-center this morning. Good call. When I was getting my tea ready I noticed that we were out of stirrers. Travesty. I knew there were some up in the cabinets and started looking around. Yep, there they were…on the top shelf. I need a coffee stirrer to complete my tea making adventures. Without my heels I would not have been able to reach the box on the top shelf and would have either ended up looking like an idiot while climbing on the counters to reach the box, or had no way (until I found a spoon in my desk drawer I suppose) to stir my tea, add one packet of Splenda, and remove my tea bag.
Thank you black heels. Thank you for being a part of my tea "run" this morning. Without you I would be drinking hot water.
Sometimes I miss working in the city and being able to walk to get coffee or lunch or just to walk…
PS – While writing this blog I heard some guy barking on my floor. Definitely a "person bark" rather than an actual dog. That's strange.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Mighty
Everyone needs compassion
A love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
A kindness of a Savior
The hope of nations
Savior, He can move the mountains
My God is Mighty to save
He is Mighty to save
Forever, author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as You find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Savior, He can move the mountains
My God is Mighty to save
He is Mighty to save
Forever, author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
Shine your light and let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus
Mighty to Save
Hillsong
A love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
A kindness of a Savior
The hope of nations
Savior, He can move the mountains
My God is Mighty to save
He is Mighty to save
Forever, author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as You find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Savior, He can move the mountains
My God is Mighty to save
He is Mighty to save
Forever, author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
Shine your light and let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus
Mighty to Save
Hillsong
Friday, September 7, 2007
Glass
So I just watched a woman totally attempt to walk through a glass wall.
I am sitting at Panera awaiting my turn for an oil change...I chose a prime seat...close enough to the door that I get a warm breeze when the door opens which is quite nice considering I think they are trying to freeze us out of this establishment...or just try and make everyone buy a larger coffee. (FYI: I am not at the Panera from the Best Shopping Center Ever...but another one...I do love Panera...) Anyway, this woman was totally trying to open the "door" which is a push-door just to the right of a glass wall that separates the eating area from the doorway to/from the outside. Yeah, that's right, she totally plowed through the glass wall. Well, not exactly through...more like pounded into it and then promptly was thrown to the floor...yeah...that's how hard she hit it. There's this giant face-print on the glass wall. I tried not to laugh, but I saw her face as she was living and although it was red...there was a smile and an uncontrollable giggle. I heard from rustling behind me and turned around to see this early-30's business man red as a tomato giggling. That made me feel better...and we had a good laugh.
Lesson: always mind your surroundings or you may end up leaving a face-print on a glass wall and completely embarrassing yourself.
I am sitting at Panera awaiting my turn for an oil change...I chose a prime seat...close enough to the door that I get a warm breeze when the door opens which is quite nice considering I think they are trying to freeze us out of this establishment...or just try and make everyone buy a larger coffee. (FYI: I am not at the Panera from the Best Shopping Center Ever...but another one...I do love Panera...) Anyway, this woman was totally trying to open the "door" which is a push-door just to the right of a glass wall that separates the eating area from the doorway to/from the outside. Yeah, that's right, she totally plowed through the glass wall. Well, not exactly through...more like pounded into it and then promptly was thrown to the floor...yeah...that's how hard she hit it. There's this giant face-print on the glass wall. I tried not to laugh, but I saw her face as she was living and although it was red...there was a smile and an uncontrollable giggle. I heard from rustling behind me and turned around to see this early-30's business man red as a tomato giggling. That made me feel better...and we had a good laugh.
Lesson: always mind your surroundings or you may end up leaving a face-print on a glass wall and completely embarrassing yourself.
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