Just Believe

As we grow, it is harder to simply believe. Our life experiences will get in the way and prevent this task which should be so very easy.

*photo credit: Mee Lin Woon

"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly." Matthew 11:28-30 (The Message)

Come to me, walk with me and work with me......that's it? I will recover my life and live freely and lightly???

WOW.

As a child it is so easy to believe. Jesus said it, so it's true. Period.

I am constantly making an effort to believe, and even though it is hard, it is so worth it.
                                                                                                    

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Funny Proverbs.....sorry, I can't help it!

Fools rush in where fools have been before.



It's called "take home" pay because you can't afford to go anywhere else with it.


Success is relative; the greater the success, the more relatives.


If at first you succeed, try to hide your astonishment.


You must have learned from others' mistakes. You haven't had time to think all those up yourself.


People like criticism; just keep it positive and flattering.


It's OK to let your mind go blank, but please turn off the sound.


Worry kills more people than work because more people worry than work.


Middle age is when broadness of the mind, and narrowness of the waist, change places.


When you're getting kicked from behind, at least it means you're in front.


Misers aren't much fun to live with, but they make great ancestors.


Junk is something you throw away three weeks before you need it.


Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.


Some people are like blisters. They don't show up until the work is done.


Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you a mechanic.


Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognise a mistake when you make it again.


The one who snores will fall asleep first.


The probability of meeting someone you know increases greatly when you are out with someone you do not want to be seen with.

                                                                                                      

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Chuck E Cheese is evil

Where else do you pay $30 for a horrible pizza and a handfull of tokens (that your child will breeze through in under 5 minutes)? 

I could almost deal with the outrageous food prices if the all the games were free. THAT would be deal! I mean, the reason most parents want to come to this kind of place is because they can let the kids run and play indoors and take a mini mommy break. Even if that means refereeing the token count and dealing with that creepy talking rat, free games would be a decent trade off.

My other concern is that poor heartbroken face on my 6 year old when he realizes all his tickets will afford him are some plastic bugs or a tootsie roll.

The only reason we are here in the middle of all the flashing lights and obnixous music is because todaythere is a fund raiser for an organization I support.

At least I can feel good about that.
                                                                                                      

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Quote of the Day

"If you really want to do something, you will find a way. If you don't, you"ll find an excuse."

This quote reminds me of when I quit smoking.

                                                                                                      

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Project 365 - Day SEVEN

Well, as you can see my personal Project 365, which should be a daily photo post, has turned into posting here and there and whenever I see fit. What I have decided is that I will post until I get to 365 photos, even it it takes me more than a year!

 

We are currently spending time in Destin, Florida for a much need escape! Not to mention we live right smack in the middle of Mardi Gras, so what a better time to head on over to the sandy beaches!!! Too bad it's below 30 degrees over here. Good news is our hotel has indoor swimming, putting green, shuffleboard, movie room, arcade and so much more! We'll be having fun even though we are not in the sun! These guys in the picture are overlooking my kids having a way too intense game of indoor golf.
                                                                                                      

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Lost?! Yep....

I have to realize that this show is called 'LOST' not only because the characters are lost, on an island, in time, but so are the viewers. We are lost, because just when we think we have a tiny clue as to what is going on, Locke becomes the smoke monster, Hurley is the luckiest man alive and Sayid rises from the dead.

I admit it, I am a Lost-ie.....

Robin posted a series of questions that I thought I'd answer:

1. If you were on the island, which group would you be in? Survivors, Others, Dharma
This is easy, I'm an Other. I'm with Robin, wanting to be the nice self sufficent community book club havin other.
                                                                                                  
Minus crazy Ben.

I am constantly thinking of a way to safely get my family on a deserted island where we live off the land, homeschool and have no TV. Well, how would I get my LOST fix? Oh well, that's called sacrifice.

2. If you were stranded on an island, which character would you want to be stranded with?
Another easy one. Jack. He's a doctor, and I'm on a island known for people trying to hunt down other people and hurt them. I'm all for self preservation. He's about doing what is right and fair and that's my kind of man!

3. Which backstory was your favorite?
Daniel Faraday - his storyline answered so many questions, and yet opened the door for so many other issues....


4. Are there any mysteries you really hope will be solved in this last season?
All I have to say is this final season has some big questions that need answering. I can't wait for everything to come together, but at the same time, I am sad it's all going to be revealed.


Claire - oh where oh where has she been?! I forget sometimes that she and Jack are semi-related.


Jack's dad has so much more to do with it all.


The plane lands...... ????? Now what??


What exactly is this powder that keeps the smoke monster at bay?

Dear Miami,

The Saints are coming. And so are we, their loyal, long-suffering and slightly discombobulated Super Bowl-bound fans.
While there's still time to prepare -- although a few hard-core Who Dats will begin trickling in Monday, most of us won't arrive until Thursday or Friday -- we thought we'd give you a heads-up about what you should expect.
First things first: You need more beer.


Yeah, we know. You ordered extra. You think you have more than any group of humans could possibly consume in one week. Trust us. You don't.



New Orleans was a drinking town long before the Saints drove us to drink. But it turns out beer tastes better when you're winning. (Who knew?) So let's just say we're thirsty for more than a championship; adjust your stockpiles accordingly.



And look. When we ask you for a go-cup, be nice to us. We don't even know what "open container law" means. Is that anything like "last call"?
It's Carnival season in New Orleans (that's Mardi Gras to you), and we'll be taking the celebration on the road. So don't be startled if you walk past us and we throw stuff at you; that's just our way of saying hello.



Oh, and sorry in advance about those beads we leave dangling from your palm trees. We just can't help ourselves.
February is also crawfish season, and you can be sure that more than one enterprising tailgater will figure out a way to transport a couple sacks of live mudbugs and a boiling pot to Miami.



When the dude in the 'Who Dat' T-shirt asks if you want to suck da head and pinch da tail, resist the urge to punch him. He's not propositioning you. He's inviting you to dinner.



And if you see a big Cajun guy who looks exactly like an old Saints quarterback walking around town in a dress ... don't ask. It's a long story.



We know that crowd control is a major concern for any Super Bowl host city. Our advice? Put away the riot gear.



Reason No. 1: Indianapolis is going to lose, and their fans are way too dull to start a riot.



Reason No. 2: New Orleans showed the world on Sunday that we know how to throw a victory party. We don't burn cars. We dance on them.



Reason No. 3: Even if we did lose, which we won't, leaving the stadium would be like leaving a funeral, and our typical response to that is to have a parade.
Speaking of which: If you happen to see a brass band roll by, followed by a line of folks waving their handkerchiefs, you're not supposed to just stand there and watch. As our own Irma Thomas would say, get your backfield in motion.
And hey, Mister DJ! Yes, we know you've already played that stupid Ying Yang Twins song 10 times tonight, but indulge us just one more time.



To us, "Halftime (Stand Up and Get Crunk)" isn't just a song; it's 576 points of good memories. It's the sound of a Drew Brees touchdown pass to Devery Henderson, a Pierre Thomas dive for first down on 4th-and-1, a Garrett Hartley field goal sailing through the uprights in overtime.



It's what a championship sounds like. You may get sick of hearing it. We won't. Encore, dammit.
Inside Sun Life Stadium, you may find your ears ringing more than usual. We're louder than other fans. Seven thousand of ours sound like 70,000 of theirs.



Don't believe us? Ask the 12th man in the Vikings huddle.



Some people think it's just the Dome that heightens our volume. But you're about to discover a little secret: We can scream loud enough to make your head explode, indoors or out.



It's not the roof. It's the heart.



Well, OK, and the beer



Don't be surprised if there are more Saints fans outside the stadium than inside. A lot of us are coming just to say we were part of history, even if we can't witness it up close. The Saints are family to us, and you know how it is with family: We want to be there for them, whether they really need us or not. Because we know our presence will mean something to them, whether they can see us or not.
Come to think of it, seeing as how you're taking us in for the week, we pretty much regard you as family, too. So we're warning you now: If you're within hugging distance, you're fair game.



Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win.



Most sports fans cry when their teams lose. Not us. We've been losing gracefully and with good humor for 43 years. Tragedy and disappointment don't faze us. It's success that makes us go to pieces.



Hurricane Katrina? We got that under control. The Saints in the Super Bowl? SOMEBODY CALL A PARAMEDIC!!!



So anyway, don't let the tears of joy freak you out. We're just ... disoriented.


OK. Let's review:

Order more beer. Throw me something, mister. Suck da heads. Wear da dress. Stand up. Get crunk. Hug it out. Protect your eardrums. Pass the Kleenex. Hoist the trophy.



See you at the victory party.



Faithfully yours,


The Who Dat Nation






source: By Mark Lorando, The Times-Picayune


                                                                                                      

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