Posted by: Denelle
Thanks Kent for those great updates on Apostolics in the media. Do you think you could don your prophecy hat for a minute and tell me what I'm getting for my birthday? I hate surprises so a heads-up would be great.
Oh, and a big thanks to Liz Fergie who pulled off this fabulous of me . . .
Look, I'm a floating head! Am I the only one who remembers Max Headroom (maybe because I could have sworn his last name was Headron, hmmm)? Anyway, I called my brother last night to tell him about being accepted and he was shocked (way to be supportive Tim - lol) and possibly more excited than I was. He's currently enrolled in Grad School in LA and I think he's just thrilled that his big sister is finally doing something more productive with her life.
I'm Trying, Really, I am
I'm trying really hard to find something interesting in the world of Christianity and Culture to share with you this week but for whatever reason (aside from the things Kent has mentioned) I'm coming up with nothing.
Instead, I'm inexplicably drawn to watching Britney Spears sink back into the cesspool from which it briefly looked as if she'd extricated herself. It is sort of like rubbernecking on a highway. No matter how horrible the accident is or the terror over what you might actually see you just can't bring yourself to look away. It amazes (but not surprises) me just how quickly picking up Paris Hilton as your newest sidekick can unravel any positive progress one is making in life.
Britney, darling, I hate to be the one to break this to you but exchanging Kevin for Paris as an accessory is not a trade-up. Someone needs to intervene and help her out quick-like before her poor children are scarred for life.
The Complications of Christmas
If I'm not shaking my head in wonder over Britney's recent disaster, then undoubtedly I'm staring at the computer screen trying to figure out exactly what to buy those people on my list for Christmas (or trying to compile my own list of goodies to give to those who ask).
When did Christmas get so complicated? Is it something that comes with age? I miss the days of being able to buy presents for my parents at the local elementary school's "Santa's Workshop." Of course, I do enjoy giving them things that they enjoy more or at least have more use for than a toaster cover or Santa pencils but why is it so difficult to find the perfect gift?
Maybe I'm being too materialistic.
Earlier this week on GMA (yes, if you haven't figured it out by now I'm a fan) Diane Sawyer commented that her family no longer gives gifts at Christmas (she didn't elaborate as to why) but instead they write down and give each other a paper that says "This Christmas if I could give you anything in the world it would be . . . " I thought that was very sweet and touching but I admit to also thinking, "we'll that's a disappointment" and that bothers me. Yet, I believe I could have a completely happy Christmas without getting a thing. But there is a satisfaction from seeing the joy on someone's face when you give them something you know they'll enjoy or that they really wanted. So it's back and forth, back and forth on this holiday see-saw.
And now I'm off to check-out overstock.com and see if they have anything good posted.
Thanks Kent for those great updates on Apostolics in the media. Do you think you could don your prophecy hat for a minute and tell me what I'm getting for my birthday? I hate surprises so a heads-up would be great.
Oh, and a big thanks to Liz Fergie who pulled off this fabulous of me . . .
Look, I'm a floating head! Am I the only one who remembers Max Headroom (maybe because I could have sworn his last name was Headron, hmmm)? Anyway, I called my brother last night to tell him about being accepted and he was shocked (way to be supportive Tim - lol) and possibly more excited than I was. He's currently enrolled in Grad School in LA and I think he's just thrilled that his big sister is finally doing something more productive with her life.
I'm Trying, Really, I am
I'm trying really hard to find something interesting in the world of Christianity and Culture to share with you this week but for whatever reason (aside from the things Kent has mentioned) I'm coming up with nothing.
Instead, I'm inexplicably drawn to watching Britney Spears sink back into the cesspool from which it briefly looked as if she'd extricated herself. It is sort of like rubbernecking on a highway. No matter how horrible the accident is or the terror over what you might actually see you just can't bring yourself to look away. It amazes (but not surprises) me just how quickly picking up Paris Hilton as your newest sidekick can unravel any positive progress one is making in life.
Britney, darling, I hate to be the one to break this to you but exchanging Kevin for Paris as an accessory is not a trade-up. Someone needs to intervene and help her out quick-like before her poor children are scarred for life.
The Complications of Christmas
If I'm not shaking my head in wonder over Britney's recent disaster, then undoubtedly I'm staring at the computer screen trying to figure out exactly what to buy those people on my list for Christmas (or trying to compile my own list of goodies to give to those who ask).
When did Christmas get so complicated? Is it something that comes with age? I miss the days of being able to buy presents for my parents at the local elementary school's "Santa's Workshop." Of course, I do enjoy giving them things that they enjoy more or at least have more use for than a toaster cover or Santa pencils but why is it so difficult to find the perfect gift?
Maybe I'm being too materialistic.
Earlier this week on GMA (yes, if you haven't figured it out by now I'm a fan) Diane Sawyer commented that her family no longer gives gifts at Christmas (she didn't elaborate as to why) but instead they write down and give each other a paper that says "This Christmas if I could give you anything in the world it would be . . . " I thought that was very sweet and touching but I admit to also thinking, "we'll that's a disappointment" and that bothers me. Yet, I believe I could have a completely happy Christmas without getting a thing. But there is a satisfaction from seeing the joy on someone's face when you give them something you know they'll enjoy or that they really wanted. So it's back and forth, back and forth on this holiday see-saw.
And now I'm off to check-out overstock.com and see if they have anything good posted.
