What’re You Listening To?

Now that the weather has warmed up a bit, I often drive home from work with my windows open.  I love this time of year, because I love how free and fresh the world feels.  I love driving with the windows down and the radio turned up.

I noticed the other day, though, that perhaps I’m shallow.  Maybe we all are, and it’s not limited to me.

When I’m driving with my windows down, I change what kind of music I’m listening to.

Don’t get me wrong–I don’t start listening to stuff I don’t like. But there are some artists or songs that I would have no problem rocking out to with the windows up that I’ll shuffle right through if the windows are down.  I assume it has something to do with how I want others to think of me.   But I’m not usually that shallow, I don’t think, and I have no problem being THAT person in the car.  You know the one I’m talking about–the one you see in your rear view mirror who is totally dancing and singing in the car.  I’m that person.

Am I alone here?  Does anyone else have music that they’ll listen to loud and proud… when nobody can hear?


I was listening to Christian radio the other day, and heard a song.  The song was catchy enough, but one of the lines in the chorus said something like ‘You are worthy of our prayers (or praise or something along those lines).’

It seems like a weird thing to say.  That God is worthy of what we give Him?  Really?  I mean, I’m not saying that He’s not worthy… but rather, where do we get off?

I think it’s hard to describe, but it seems like a sort of pride to declare that after we’ve thought about it, we’ve decided that God is worthy of our worship.  Who do we think we are?


Our local grocery store is advertising ‘semi-boneless beef rib roast’.

How can it be semi-boneless?  I mean, there’s with bone and without, right?  Is there a state in between that I don’t know about?

Perhaps they started to take the bone out, and then realized that if they did that, it would be boneless and they would have to charge more.  So they stopped halfway through, and left it semi-boneless.  There would be less effort required to de-bone.

And here’s an idea for the semi-boneless crowd:  When you take the bone out halfway, leave it sticking out so that it can be a handle.  Then you can raise the price a bit on the meat, because it’s semi-boneless with a handle.  🙂

Seriously–semi-boneless doesn’t make sense.  It’s got a bone.  It’s boned.

The Star

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you’re a dreamer, but you’re not the only one.

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When I was younger, I was afraid to talk to boys. I never knew what to say—especially around the boys that I liked. (This didn’t actually really go away—ask my hottie hubby about what a dork I was whenever he was around before we were dating!)

One day I had an epiphany. People in movies fell in love ALL THE TIME. So, I could watch a lot of movies and see what people talked about when they were falling in love. It seemed perfect—I could learn all kinds of great conversation tidbits, all the right things to say and the right ways to say them. I could study up!

I watched and re-watched all of my favorites. And came to the awful realization that movie characters don’t talk. They have conversations… but that’s when the scene fades to black. You never hear what people are actually talking about.

We, as a society, watch so much TV and so many movies, and from such a young age, that I think it’s possible to grow up and not realize that a good relationship is built on more than the initial rush, more than the attraction and the getting-to-know-you. Because after awhile, the newness wears off, the attractions waxes and wanes, and you already know each other. That’s where the movies don’t go. That’s uncharted territory—and if it is charted, it seems like it is always shown with the characters going back to ‘rediscover’ each other—and head back to the heady stage of love.

That’s wonderful. And I do fall in love with the husband over and over again—and in different and exciting ways. And it’s awesome and magical and roses and all kinds of wonderful things. Kittens and rainbows and m&ms. All that stuff.

But maybe the more telling part of a marriage—of any relationship—is what happens between the ups. I’m not talking about the bad stuff—the times when a crisis or a tragedy has happened. I think that requires a whole different data set. I’m talking about the blah days. The days that are just days. What do we talk about on those days?

I think those days—when we’re not feeling crazy, passionate, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other in love—those might be the days when the husband and I have the best conversations. Beyond the humdrum ‘how was your day’, we really get to talking. My husband is my best friend, and we talk about politics, we talk about religion, we talk about things that get us fired up. We dream for our son together. We dream for ourselves together. Where do we want to live when we grow up? Where do we specifically NOT want to live?

Those are also the days that we can have the sweetest peaceful quiet together—not talking, but just enjoying each other’s company, perhaps even doing separate things in the same room. It’s okay—because we’re a unit. We are a couple—husband and wife—and our conversation is an ongoing one.

Pacifier Cuddles

For the past couple of nights, when I tuck Oliver in bed at night, I’ll do the usual routine, and give him a stuffed bear that he likes to cuddle with. But instead of going straight to sleep, he’s been rolling over, pushing away the bear, and grabbing a fistful of pacifiers, cuddling up to them, and going to sleep.

It’s hilarious! And a little weird. He must take after his dad in that respect. 😉