Soul Sista

I went with my dad and another member from the church to a South Texas Baptist Association meeting in the 4th Ward this week. I had so much fun listening to the preachers talking. It made me want to jump up and scream, “Amen Brotha! Preach On!”... Afterward, we went to eat at a soul food restaurant. I’ve never had soul food before. I didn’t like it, but I pretended I was on a mission trip and ate it anyway. The trick is to put it in your mouth, swallow quickly, and follow it up by a drink of water. And then you smile. So for those of you going on a mission trip this summer, you'll have to remember that. And if it's really bad, then ask God to help you keep it down.

Please Not This Week

I haven’t been feeling the best since Sunday, but I’ve been trying to ignore the aches. This morning I got up to exercise. I was slower than normal and it took all my energy to lift the weights. I wondered the whole time what was going on. “Am I getting lazy or what?” After exercising it dawned on me that I’ve been sick. I took my temperature and sure enough it was on up there. Ugh!!! I have way too much to do this week to not feel good. I have too much to do next week too, so it would be nice to postpone this until the second week of May. I think I’m pretty free then. Too bad you can’t schedule these things.

Odd Little Cat

I went walking/jogging with my dad the other night. On the second mile, a cat decided to follow us. This little cat jogged behind us every step of the way down every single street. I felt like Forest Gump. Any minute I was expecting more followers… This cat stayed up with us for a full mile. When we went back by the street she found us on, she went back to her house. However, when we passed by her street again on the way home, she jumped out of the bushes and started running full force behind us. The little cat wouldn’t let up. So we sprinted home and finally lost her. She was the oddest little thing!

I'm Smiling

Mexican food makes me happy. :)

Inappropriate Laughing

Have you ever laughed at a completely inappropriate moment? I have. One such time was last night during praise and worship. Here I was singing to the Lord when something caught my eye. I don’t want to go into detail, but it looked like the person a few rows up wasn’t wearing pants. The said person was, but my eyes played tricks on me and it didn't look like it. Don’t worry, the person wasn’t from Paradigm, but I refuse to give the identity. Anyway, I completely lost focus and started laughing uncontrollably; I literally could not stop. Carmen and Tim had no clue what was going on and gave me the strangest looks. I tried everything I could think of to stop but it was to no avail, so finally I just had to pray for focus. See, that’s why you should close your eyes when you sing and not look at people. After that song, I regained composer and either closed my eyes or looked at the ceiling.

I’ll pass on the cookies, thank-you

I was listening to KSBJ this morning and they were talking about “non-truths” (aka lies) older people tell little ones. It reminded me of my brother. He always told me I was adopted, and I believed him for the longest time. But the one that really cracks me up now is what he told me about my grandmother. Every time I went over her house to visit, she would give me sugar cookies. I would eat several – they were so good! My brother then told me, “Remember the story of Hansel and Gretel?” “Yes.” “That’s what nanny’s trying to do to you. She’s giving you all those cookies to fatten you up, so she can throw you in the oven.” I was petrified. It took me a long time before I ate cookies over her house after that. Maybe subconsciously that’s why I didn’t eat any of Laurie’s cookies last night at hometeams. :)

Popcorn Etiquette

I took my friend’s son to go see “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” this past weekend. And since you can’t watch a movie without popcorn, I bought some. Every time I eat popcorn I grab huge handfuls and shove it in my mouth – I know, I’m such a lady. :) Most of the time, however, it doesn’t all go in my mouth, so there’s always some around me on the floor or in the seat when I get up. Well, this time some fell down my shirt, and when I stood up, it fell in my pants. But I didn’t realize this until I was changing into my night clothes and popcorn fell out of my jeans. I’m such a mess! I think I should take a popcorn-eating etiquette class or something.

WOW!

You gotta read this short article I came across on Yahoo just now...

Happy Easter

"God has been praised for His merciful nature, for His willingness to forgive the sins of those who ask it. We have praised Him for it far more often than we have considered what it cost Him."

~Donald Gowan "Theology in Exodus"

Consider the cost and praise the Lord for HIS salvation.

Pinnacle of Humiliation

Last night I went to a Ladies Easter Celebration at my dad’s church. When it started to wind down, the nursery worker brought the children in to see their mothers. I saw my mom from across the room pick up beautiful little Mia. A few seconds later, she made an announcement, “I want everyone to be praying for Kelly a husband because I want her to have me a granddaughter.” Was this really happening? Did she just say that or am I having a bad dream? The lady sitting at the table with me told the group of twenty plus ladies that she already had some one for me – her nephew was such a good guy. I wanted to crawl under the table and hide. She lowered her voice and told me all about her nephew and how she’s tying to talk him into going to Panama so he can get to know me. “Please no,” I thought to myself. A little while later I went over to my mom’s table to give her a hard time about her little prayer request announcement, but the humiliation continued. Mia’s mother told me about her husband’s cousin that’s really cute, but drinks too much. And Candy asked me what kind of guy I wanted so she could know what to look for. I smiled and said God had some one out there and not to worry about it. The advice and “Oh I have some one for you” continued for the rest of the night. Gotta love mothers. ;)

Bittersweet

A few days ago I got my first spring pedicure. She did a fabulous job. I even started wearing my toe rings again. My feet look really cute in my sandals, if I do say so myself. I truly enjoy wearing my spring shoes again... However, I miss my boots. My boots just made every outfit look that much cuter. In fact, I think I’m in love with my boots. I may get by with wearing them a few times this spring, but I can’t wear them every day like I did in the winter. The season just doesn’t call for it… So this year, spring is a bittersweet time for me in regard to shoes – love the sandals, but tragically miss the boots. (sniff, sniff)

Now is the Time

I was using my CHI this morning to straighten my hair when the cord wrapped around the door handle of the cabinet. The CHI fell down and I instinctively grabbed it. As I did it singed my middle finger. Now my finger print is unrecognizable. So, I was thinking… Now is the time to commit a crime because they wouldn’t be able to identify my finger print. However, since I would only be able to use my middle finger to commit the crime, I don’t think I could actually pull it off. Plus I can’t think of any crime I would actually want to commit. All the pain I endured this morning was for naught. Oh, the price of good hair.

HOT!!!

I’m just going to air my dirty laundry right here right now. I’m not perfect and occasionally I sin. I know, I know - shocker! ;) This morning was no exception. I totally lusted. Yes, that’s right – I’m a little ashamed... I gazed upon the distinctive curves of the beautiful body beside me, but that wasn’t enough. I stealthily moved to the backside and stared – WOW! What a view!!! When we entered the on ramp to 290, the Corvette speedily glided through traffic and I lost sight of its magnificence. What a gorgeous piece of machinery! It took a couple minutes, but I finally closed my mouth and snapped back into reality.

Blahg?

A dear sweet friend told me that my blog is turning into a blahg because I don’t post very often. I know she’s right, but I couldn’t help but cry a little inside. This week I make a commitment to blog regularly. I thought about making a commitment to blog every day, but I don’t wanna lie. So here’s to the first day of my commitment - Cheers!