Winter is the worst season. It's so unnecessarily sexy. It's like having Valentines day 100+ days in a row. It's all snuggly, cuddly and romantic.
Don't get me wrong, I hate the cold just because it's cold. No one hates the cold more than me. Once that temperature drops under 60 degrees, I'm locked down and coated up for the next 4 months. It's miserable.
...but it's the kind of miserable you want to share with someone, unlike when it's hot.
It's pretty obvious to all us single folk that if you had someone to weather the weather with, it'd go from being the worst imaginable punishment to a world of absolute pleasure and romance.
So you have the unbearable, life-sucking cold and the constant in-your-face sexiness of winter. That's a double whammy of misery.
But now can I tell you something I love that's only half-way related to all of the aforementioned?
I love waking up at 5am, putting on my shorts and a t-shirt to go to the gym, and braving that 10-second walk to the car in ungodly temperatures. As much as I hate the cold, I weirdly savor that blast of painful, brutal cold first thing in the morning. It makes me mad, yet energizes me and gets me pumped to work out. I hate freezing my bottom off sitting on the ice-cold leather of my car. The drive to the gym is a mingling of pain, joy, and the will to survive. Everything in me is screaming that death is surely imminent, but my brain refuses to accept that and tells my heart to beat faster because we must persist!
I sing. Because the louder you sing, the warmers you get. Everyone knows that.
The wintery fingers of death begin to release their grip as warmth finally starts to spread through the car....which is about the time I pull into the gym parking lot and have to get right back out into the cold. But by the time I make it into the gym, I'm feeling pretty heroic for still being alive.
I love coming out of the gym and being blasted by that shock of cold air again. I always think there's no way it'll still feel cold to me with as sweaty and hot as I am, or if it's still cold, that it'll be refreshing and feel good. But no, when I step outside the gym doors, it's like God has decided that's a good time to teach me humility, and takes a swing at me with a blast of His coldest breath. Ah, I hate it! It's the greatest!
I love the seeing the billows of smokey breath pouring out of my mouth after a hard work out. It makes me feel like a dragon. When it's drizzly like today, I imagine that each drop of rain sizzles and steams like an egg on a frying pan when it hits my skin. It makes me feel powerful, it makes me feel alive, it softens my heart with gratitude for such little joys.
I hate winter.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
American Football
There shouldn't be fieldgoals. They need to change that. Fieldgoals are stupid. Everyone knows it. Quit being pansies and just go for it. It should be a rule that you HAVE to go for it. Wouldn't that be extra crazy exciting? Fieldgoals are just girly and weak. It's kinda like bunting in baseball. Except bunting can still be sexy. Fieldgoals are never sexy. They're like naps. They're just boring, dumb and lacking action.
Also, there shouldn't be extra points. You should have to go for 2 every time. That'd be the BEST! Thatd be so much fun!!
Furthermore, why don't the visiting team automatically get to CHOOSE whether they want to kick or receive? That seems more polite. "Hello, welcome to our home! Would you like to go first?" That's how we do it in baseball. We're gentlemen. Let the visitors go first. That also sends a message of confidence. It doesn't matter who goes first, because we're bout to put a whooping on you either way! But please, let's at least be polite about it.
Basketball needs to get rid of the free throw as well. Instead, they should just let the offended player retaliate. Eye for an eye, elbow for an elbow.
And hockey....oh, hockey does everything right. It's just that no one cares because it's too much like figure skating. I guess maybe they could try it without the skates. But then there wouldn't be that element of danger of someone getting their face chopped off, so I guess you really DO need the skates.
I don't want to call myself a sport genius, but how has no one ever thought of this stuff before??
Also, there shouldn't be extra points. You should have to go for 2 every time. That'd be the BEST! Thatd be so much fun!!
Furthermore, why don't the visiting team automatically get to CHOOSE whether they want to kick or receive? That seems more polite. "Hello, welcome to our home! Would you like to go first?" That's how we do it in baseball. We're gentlemen. Let the visitors go first. That also sends a message of confidence. It doesn't matter who goes first, because we're bout to put a whooping on you either way! But please, let's at least be polite about it.
Basketball needs to get rid of the free throw as well. Instead, they should just let the offended player retaliate. Eye for an eye, elbow for an elbow.
And hockey....oh, hockey does everything right. It's just that no one cares because it's too much like figure skating. I guess maybe they could try it without the skates. But then there wouldn't be that element of danger of someone getting their face chopped off, so I guess you really DO need the skates.
I don't want to call myself a sport genius, but how has no one ever thought of this stuff before??
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Muppets, Wal-Mart, and Dimples
I'm been meaning to blog every day for weeks.
Not that I actually have anything to say. I just wanted to get back in the swing of blogging.
I think of bits and pieces of things I'd like to say. I'll try to remember. It'll just be disjointed random thoughts. I promise not to reveal too much about myself, as is the goal. I don't want people to think they know me through my blog, if that makes sense. But then again, I doubt you can write anything without revealing something about yourself. I'd just rather people make the effort to know me. I'm a quality timer. sue me.
I had a dream that I took a girl on a date to Wal-mart. It was magical. I think we were going to get manicures there or something. If I ever find a girl that considers Wal-mart a good date, I'm sticking a ring on that finger so fast it'll make your head spin.
I'm watching Leap Year again right now for probably the 6th time this month. yeah. I have a problem. A problem called I-love-awesome-movies.
I'd love to marry someone else with big dimples. Our kids would look like golf balls. Cute, adorable little golf ball-faced children. awwww! I want some.
Why is lust always at the top of the sin list? Every Bible study or group I've ever been in, that's the sin that's discussed and attacked with the most frequency. And I'm NOT saying that's bad. But there is other sin that's just as destructive. Like what about pride? That's way less easy to spot in your own life than lust. Yet it steals our joy like none other. In fact, isn't most sin just a result of pride, stealing our own joy in an attempt to be happy instead? sad. Also, maybe instead of focusing on sin, we could focus on knowing Jesus deeper and deeper, because the more you know Him, the less appealing sin becomes. He increases, the sin decreases. But I guess I'm captain obvious.
People who don't have a tv and people who aren't on facebook sure do like to let you know it. I understand the necessity for less tv and social media, but don't let become a point of pride. I can see how it'd be an easy trap to become prideful or smug about that.
It's finally Chet Baker music weather. He's the sound of a mild winter. Warms my heart like a cup of musical hot chocolate.
One of the things I struggle with the most is knowing when to patiently wait on God and when to act. I want Him to guide, but I never want to use that as an excuse for not taking action. When is He teaching me patience and trust and when am I just being lazy or scared? I bet ya that's a common struggle amongst us feelers (as in INFJ).
Another of one of my most frustrating struggles is where the personality He's given me fits into the Kingdom. He made me the way I am for a reason, and it's difficult to understand why or how it fits. What do I do with this weird, funky, and oft-frustrating personality? What does my redeemed personality type look like? Hard to find concrete answers on stuff like that.
I saw a woman at work who was 6'6"!! It was awesome!!! I told Brian about her because I was so excited, and we went over and talked to her and asked her how tall she was. She said she's 5'11" but that had to be total bull. It had to be! My neck was at a complete 90-degree angle when looking up at her! For real, ya'll! It was amazing! ....and a billion times more interesting than this story was. sorry.
If I had the money, I'd get shoulder surgery. I don't know if I need it, but I bet I do. I bet I have bonespurs. I don't really know what those are, but I think I have them. It feels like what those sound like.
I don't like camping. Mostly because I always end up being sick for days afterward due to allergies. But also because I just kinda like being clean.
Any time anyone drinks wine, they post about it on facebook. I'm not sure anyone has ever had a glass of wine in their hand without having a facebook status pulled up with the other. The fact that you like wine actually doesn't make you classy and sophisticated.
Same goes to the college students who feel like adults because they drink.
I cried my eyes out during The Muppets. Yes, seriously. Never cried that much during a movie ever. and I have NO IDEA why. Before we left for the movies, I had been watching the DVD of the last Five Iron Frenzy concert that I went to in Denver, and at the end we sang worship songs and that got me all choked up. So maybe that popped the seals off my tearducts or something. But I teared up constantly for the first 30 minutes of the movie. I was just so happy, so glad the Muppets are back. Weird, isn't it? I watched a LOT of Muppets as a child and had all the music from the movies on cassette tape. It was just so joyous to see them back on the big screen as they should be. NOT like that Muppets in Space crap. I love that the movie was kinda based on reality as well. That was really cool. They nailed it. It was perfect. Bret Mackinze from Flight of the Conchords wrote the music, Jason Segel wrote the movie, and He & Amy Adams starred in it. How could you ask for more? Oh what? you wish Neil Patrick Harris and John Krasinski were in it? well guess what? THEY ARE! booooooya!
ok bye. I love you. yes, YOU.
Not that I actually have anything to say. I just wanted to get back in the swing of blogging.
I think of bits and pieces of things I'd like to say. I'll try to remember. It'll just be disjointed random thoughts. I promise not to reveal too much about myself, as is the goal. I don't want people to think they know me through my blog, if that makes sense. But then again, I doubt you can write anything without revealing something about yourself. I'd just rather people make the effort to know me. I'm a quality timer. sue me.
I had a dream that I took a girl on a date to Wal-mart. It was magical. I think we were going to get manicures there or something. If I ever find a girl that considers Wal-mart a good date, I'm sticking a ring on that finger so fast it'll make your head spin.
I'm watching Leap Year again right now for probably the 6th time this month. yeah. I have a problem. A problem called I-love-awesome-movies.
I'd love to marry someone else with big dimples. Our kids would look like golf balls. Cute, adorable little golf ball-faced children. awwww! I want some.
Why is lust always at the top of the sin list? Every Bible study or group I've ever been in, that's the sin that's discussed and attacked with the most frequency. And I'm NOT saying that's bad. But there is other sin that's just as destructive. Like what about pride? That's way less easy to spot in your own life than lust. Yet it steals our joy like none other. In fact, isn't most sin just a result of pride, stealing our own joy in an attempt to be happy instead? sad. Also, maybe instead of focusing on sin, we could focus on knowing Jesus deeper and deeper, because the more you know Him, the less appealing sin becomes. He increases, the sin decreases. But I guess I'm captain obvious.
People who don't have a tv and people who aren't on facebook sure do like to let you know it. I understand the necessity for less tv and social media, but don't let become a point of pride. I can see how it'd be an easy trap to become prideful or smug about that.
It's finally Chet Baker music weather. He's the sound of a mild winter. Warms my heart like a cup of musical hot chocolate.
One of the things I struggle with the most is knowing when to patiently wait on God and when to act. I want Him to guide, but I never want to use that as an excuse for not taking action. When is He teaching me patience and trust and when am I just being lazy or scared? I bet ya that's a common struggle amongst us feelers (as in INFJ).
Another of one of my most frustrating struggles is where the personality He's given me fits into the Kingdom. He made me the way I am for a reason, and it's difficult to understand why or how it fits. What do I do with this weird, funky, and oft-frustrating personality? What does my redeemed personality type look like? Hard to find concrete answers on stuff like that.
I saw a woman at work who was 6'6"!! It was awesome!!! I told Brian about her because I was so excited, and we went over and talked to her and asked her how tall she was. She said she's 5'11" but that had to be total bull. It had to be! My neck was at a complete 90-degree angle when looking up at her! For real, ya'll! It was amazing! ....and a billion times more interesting than this story was. sorry.
If I had the money, I'd get shoulder surgery. I don't know if I need it, but I bet I do. I bet I have bonespurs. I don't really know what those are, but I think I have them. It feels like what those sound like.
I don't like camping. Mostly because I always end up being sick for days afterward due to allergies. But also because I just kinda like being clean.
Any time anyone drinks wine, they post about it on facebook. I'm not sure anyone has ever had a glass of wine in their hand without having a facebook status pulled up with the other. The fact that you like wine actually doesn't make you classy and sophisticated.
Same goes to the college students who feel like adults because they drink.
I cried my eyes out during The Muppets. Yes, seriously. Never cried that much during a movie ever. and I have NO IDEA why. Before we left for the movies, I had been watching the DVD of the last Five Iron Frenzy concert that I went to in Denver, and at the end we sang worship songs and that got me all choked up. So maybe that popped the seals off my tearducts or something. But I teared up constantly for the first 30 minutes of the movie. I was just so happy, so glad the Muppets are back. Weird, isn't it? I watched a LOT of Muppets as a child and had all the music from the movies on cassette tape. It was just so joyous to see them back on the big screen as they should be. NOT like that Muppets in Space crap. I love that the movie was kinda based on reality as well. That was really cool. They nailed it. It was perfect. Bret Mackinze from Flight of the Conchords wrote the music, Jason Segel wrote the movie, and He & Amy Adams starred in it. How could you ask for more? Oh what? you wish Neil Patrick Harris and John Krasinski were in it? well guess what? THEY ARE! booooooya!
ok bye. I love you. yes, YOU.
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