clementine seeds

I think the clementine people enjoy tricking us, their loyal, unsuspecting customers. They look all innocent, packaging their bright orange spheres of delicious juicyness in little wood boxes with mesh tops or little holey bags, but no, they are out to get us! By labeling their fruits as "seedless" they are simply trying to brainwash us all into the belief that their clementines are without the nasty, crunchy seeds that are bound to ruin a perfectly scrumptious snack. They are not seedless! How can they, after all, be sure that their clementines are with out seeds?! There is no x-ray machine that they process their clementines through to make sure that they are perfectly with out seeds. There is no way of pinching or feeling them to make sure that there are no seeds contaminating the juicey goodness. There is NO way of knowing whether or not the clementines are in fact SEEDLESS!!!! How could they label their clementines "seedless" if they are not positive?! And yet, how could we, the loyal consumers of such refreshing fruit, be so naive to believe that the clementines are perfect and with out seed. How could we, the eaters of the scrumptious snack, the tasters of the orange spheres, the slurpers of such refreshing juice that so tastefully squirts from the orange wedges of splendor, how could we be so gullible, so ignorant to believe such claims?! The next time you excitedly reach for a clementine do not be surprised if, as you enjoy the savory flavor of a juicy wedge, you crunch on a nasty, seed. Together, we can ruin the clementine producers fun by expecting the inevitable and not believing their "seedless" claim.




(disclaimer: I don't actually know if anyone markets their clementines as seedless...it just sounded good...but I have fallen victim to the disappointment of biting into a clementine and finding it infested with a big ugly seed....)

SNOW!!

 here are some pictures i took of the snow....and my sister. :)

my sister in the snow

i was going to add a caption to this one, but i thought it was pretty self-explanatory.

my sister taking pictures in the snow...yes, i took a picture of her taking a picture.

it really wasn't this dark out...i just took a picture with the flash and this is how it turned out. :)

you are beautiful.

random

i just thought i should post.

here are some random facts about today

~It snowed-like, really snowed-for the first time this year
~I just sent 23 emails to myself
~According to dictionary.com the word of the day today is caliginous and is an adjective meaning "Misty; dim; dark."
~CHRISTMAS IS SATURDAY!!! 
~that's all i can think of...now i need to go take a science test...blech

lama (i meant to write "lame" [because that's what i thought this post would be] except I wrote "lama" which is actually "llama" spelled wrong. And then I decided to make this whole post the title because that will be less lame than I had orginally thought. so here is my post, because i had nothing better to write. and here my post (which is really just a title) shall end.

O Holy Night

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,

'Til He appear'd and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

 

Fall on your knees! O hear the angels' voices!

O night divine, O night when Christ was born;

O night divine, O night, O night Divine.

 

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,

Here come the wise men from Orient land.

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;

In all our trials born to be our friend.

 

He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!

Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend!

 

Truly He taught us to love one another;

His law is love and His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;

And in His name all oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name.

 

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,

His power and glory evermore proclaim.

His power and glory evermore proclaim.

 
(I read these lyrics recently and realized that I really liked them. It's so easy to just sing the words of familiar songs without thinking about them and noticing how masterfully they are put together. Don't miss the beautiful poetry of this song.)

beat of life

 the dribble is my

heartbeat

the bounce pass

and it skips a thump

the swish is my

bloodflow

the rebound

and it rushes

the layup is my

breathintake

the leap

and I hold my exhale.

Heartbeat. Bloodflow. Breath. Life.

for the love of the game.

the pain in my

heart

is from

suicides-

I hate suicides.

the jelly in my

legs

is from

suicides-

I hate suicides.

the pounding in my

ears

is from 
suicides-

I hate suicides.

but I'll do them anyway.

hey ya'll

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! 

enjoy your food!

and he delights in me

I am just a falling flower, 

like grass that withers, 

a wave tossed upon the sea or 

a breath upon the wind.

and yet

“I am burning with jealousy for her”

he wants me.

“I am very jealous for her”

he wants me.

“I will be faithful and righteous to her as her God”

he wants me.

“I will bring her back”

he wants me.

“So I will save you”

he wants me.

he is with me.

(quotations from Zechariah 4)

Zechariah 9:9-17

⁹ Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion!
   Shout, Daughter Jerusalem!
See, your king comes to you,
   righteous and victorious,
lowly and riding on a donkey,
   on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
¹⁰ I will take away the chariots from Ephraim
   and the warhorses from Jerusalem,
   and the battle bow will be broken.
He will proclaim peace to the nations.
   His rule will extend from sea to sea
   and from the River to the ends of the earth.
¹¹ As for you, because of the blood of my covenant with you,
   I will free your prisoners from the waterless pit.
¹² Return to your fortress, you prisoners of hope;
   even now I announce that I will restore twice as much to you.
¹³ I will bend Judah as I bend my bow
   and fill it with Ephraim.
I will rouse your sons, Zion,
   against your sons, Greece,
   and make you like a warrior’s sword.
 ¹⁴ Then the LORD will appear over them;
   his arrow will flash like lightning.
The Sovereign LORD will sound the trumpet;
   he will march in the storms of the south,
 ¹⁵ and the LORD Almighty will shield them.
They will destroy
   and overcome with slingstones.
They will drink and roar as with wine;
   they will be full like a bowl
   used for sprinkling the corners of the altar.
¹⁶ The LORD their God will save his people on that day
   as a shepherd saves his flock.
They will sparkle in his land
   like jewels in a crown.
¹⁷ How attractive and beautiful they will be!
   Grain will make the young men thrive,
   and new wine the young women. 


*italics added.

Psalms 23

Oh, my gosh-so cute!

it's not even thanksgiving!

it snowed this morning.

basketball

my daddy said that if i practiced enough 

i'd be able to tell as soon as it left my finger tips

if it would hit or miss, left or right.

i tried it today

and it seems as if the time it

takes after it leaves my

finger tips

is too short

to tell whether it will

hit or miss,

left or right.

but maybe someday it won't be.

i love fall

with the cool crisp air
the brilliant leaves
the bright blue sky
the warm sun
the round orange pumpkins
the smokey smell in the air
the long pants and
the long sleeves
the grass that has stopped growing...
i love everything except
the approaching winter....

true story

I hit a snake on the road the other day 
it was lying there coiled up in the shade

(stupid serpent-snakes like the sun)

I didn't do it on purpose-I didn't know what it was

until my mom screamed, then I knew my faux pas

(alas, my first roadkill)

I have to admit I wasn't sorry at all

I did not cry or sob or bawl,

(actually I laughed)

I know that you animal lovers will hate me

buy what can I say? It was a sight to see.

(I hate snakes.)

Dedicated to my mom who was in the passenger seat and who hates snakes more than I do.  We had a good laugh.

fantasy

(this is a first draft of something I wrote this morning...what do you guys thing?)

There is a land where rakes are “hitters”

bouncy balls are reusable bombs

sticks are machine guns

umbrellas are shields

and

swords are made of plastic

where death is only 10 seconds long

and then you come back to life,

where you tell your enemies when a

surprise attack is coming,

where a play house and a

shed makes a fortress

where an army is made of one,

and

sound effects are made on

the spot.

But

eventually they'll forget

that rakes were once deadly

and bouncy balls could kill

that sticks could shoot bullets

and umbrellas once saved

them from harm

and plastic could make a

sword.

Because death is for

eternity

a told on surprise attack would fail

a play house and a shed do not a

fortress make

and an army of one wouldn't last

very long

because the sounds are louder

than they can imagine.

Because real life isn't a fantasy.

Here are some pictures that I took on our recent trip to Florida. Enjoy!

more

Love is such an insufficient word 

compared to the affection God has for 

you.

hot

I wrote this on one of those super hot April days we had this spring (it looks a lot longer double spaced....:).

It’s  hot

90^o hot

My arms stick to the desk

My legs stick to the chair

It’s hot

90^o hot

My hands sweat just holding the ball

I shoot it any way-

Miss

It’s hot

90^o hot

The wind blows, no relief

The sun beats, no relief

It’s hot

90^o hot

It’s April.