Thursday, August 11, 2011

Things I Love: Keurig Brewer

Keurig Brewer kinda sound like the name of a serial killer, no?

You are welcome for that random thought.

I don't like coffee BUT I love hot drinks.  Nonetheless, when my dad got my a Keurig Brewer I was a little skeeved out.  What does a non-coffee drinker do with it, after all?

Turns out, you make tea and cocoa and all sorts of yummy hotness.  (Yummy hotness is also another way I'd refer to my husband--but you can't buy him so there's no need to tempt you).

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I'm keeping this short and sweet.  I love my Keurig Brewer.  It gets my one cup of tea made fast and it's piping hot and ready to wake me up just when I need it.

The end.

Stay tuned for more rambling nonsense about serial killers later.  I actually do have a story about a lecture with photos of legs in freezers and people hanging from meathooks ... but that's neither here nor there.

Trust me on the brewer!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

What I Think About: Being Grateful For the Dark

Sitting outside this August day it is warm and gray.  It rained last night and the scent lingers refreshing the earth.  Refreshing me.

Down the hill life is being lived in cookie cutter homes.  Cars leave slowly for work.  A nail gun pat-pat-pats new shingles onto a roof.  Around the corner children imagine and giggle.

The sun peeks out from behind a cloud and warms my arms.  A gentle breeze across my skin whispers relief.

I sit reading.  Watching the children.  Drinking in the morning with each splash of Earl gray on my tongue. These are my favorite days when it is dark and gray with only hints of sunlight.  More than a physical break from the heat, the gray is a relief to my soul.

Sometimes on gray days I'm so sad I cannot stand it.  And the darkness is my excuse and no one would question what put the sadness in my eyes for we all assume that it is the missing sun that has us so blue.  The way thunder masks a breaking heart or rain disguises tears, dark days hide the heart under a cloak of gray so we can be broken without explanation.  The reason for our brokenness is assumed.

There is truth on these cloudy days.  It is darker to be sure.  Dark because the clouds have taken over the sun.  Dark because my heart is troubled and I'm angry and I feel forsaken, forgotten, and faithless.  I want to lash out and cry in my anger and frustration.  Then the sun peeks out and I remember.

Even when I can't see it, the sun is there.  Behind those dark clouds its presence cannot be denied.  And the clouds cannot overcome it.  They are here for but a moment but the sun remains fixed and firm--whether I see it or not.

Perhaps I see it better, more clearly when it is dark.  In darkness, light is so much more obvious.

Those sunny days when the light beats down and warms me are good for the spirit--good for showing the way.  But dark days, when the sky is overcast and my soul is more so, are honey on my lips for they provide the visible analogy for the war in my heart.

There is dark.  There will always be dark.  But there is also light.  There will always be light and the darkness can never, ever overcome it.  Peace is mine on the gray day because the sun is there, providing enough light to get through the day.

Enough warmth to remind me that though things are not okay, there is a way.

I am grateful for this dark time.  I trust the light so much more.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Music Monday: Rooney

Rooney.

Ed Rooney.

Ring a bell?

Um ya, he's just the world's worst principal from Ferris Buellar's Day Off.

Principal Rooney was so epic that a band named themselves after him.  Epic I'm telling you.

So the lead singer from Rooney is TOTALLY the Lily's M&M on pizza brother from The Princess Diaries.  Forget his acting.  Listen to his music.

You're about to be transported to an 80s sound with a 21st feel.

When Did Your Heart Go Missing?




If you liked that, try I Should've Been After You.