faith, hope & love... but the greatest of these is love

"You will find that it is all very familiar... the strange and faraway places where you've never been. The wild unknown leads you to a place just around the corner. Take a picture when you get there... the road is you."

"The Road" J. Bebe - R. Hammond

We are all the same. We all have the same wants & needs. To be accepted, to be loved, to be needed, to matter. Protection, safety, satisfaction, fulfillment. So why do we have trouble reaching each other?

We are all different. We all have our quirks. To stand out, to be unique, to be noticed, to be exceptional. No one is normal. So why do we find it so easy to conform?

On this road of life we must all travel, let us learn to love one another. Some people are easier to love than others. Some days love is hard to find or express. Some days love is only an afterthought, if it is thought of at all. But that is the challenge. That we would love our neighbor as ourselves. Our hearts are shown by the love we show each other.

'In comparison with this big world, the human heart is only a small thing. Though the world is so large, it is utterly unable to satisfy this tiny heart. Our ever growing soul and its capacities can be satisfied only in the infinite God. As water is restless until is reaches its level, so the soul has no peace until it rests in God.' ~Sadhu Sundar Singh

'But when the kindness and love of God our Saviour appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy.' ~Titus 3:4

Life strikes me as freaking hilarious

Some funny things I discovered today that let's one truly know one is in West Virginia:

"Grape drink" sold here! Dave Chapelle, need I say more, though I'm not sure Dave has been to WV.

A store called "Smoker Friendly" right between a Peir 1 and Hallmark. I am not making this up people. I went in because my curiosity got the best of me. Cigarretts, tobacco, cigars and, of course, lots of alcohol. Not a big surprise. I just kept laughing because all the rest of the world seems to be anti-tobacco. I heard it's bad for you, but hey, what do I know.

I can never find the soup in my grocery store. What, are they hiding all the soup for a reason? This has happened to me more than once.

While hunting for the soup, I overheard a guy in the other aisle say, "If I had to pick a soul mate, it would probably be BBQ chips." Now I know why I am single. I am not lathered in BBQ sauce & sitting on a grocery store shelf. I may have to rethink my dating strategy. Because, clearly, respectfully, my current plan has gotten me no where.

Must go, but will make more comments later.

mistakes happen to the best of us

Just to clear things up: www.kittybrunette.blogspot.com I was close. But close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades (and maybe a few other things that don't have quite the same ring as 'horse shoes & hand grenades'). Geeze, maybe we just need better hand-eye coordination, or spelling/attention to details as the case may be. Ok, I could use a little help with the hand-eye thing, too.

Come on people, the pressure to be fabulous gets to me every now and again!

Check please, I'll be going now...

The truth has been uncovered: Pizza Boy is a stalker.

I went on vacation for a few days, and he freaks out. I told him that I was going to the beach and might never return, that I would just become a beach bum. (Note of sarcasm in my voice). While away, he checks with my land lord to see when I'll be back. He thinks about going to my place of work to find out my return time. He rants and raves all of this to one of my friends, who of course tells me. My friend just "thought you should know." I even told Pizza Boy I would call him when I returned.

I have to say, cats are very wise. Kittybrunette (www.kittybrunette@blogspot.com), my dear friend & not a cat (though sometimes it is hard to tell where the human ends & the feline prowess begins), predicted that Pizza Boy was a psycho. Kudos to mad-cat powers!

And as far as my vacation... it rained almost the entire time we were there! No tan & no sex. It was awful. Who knew lumberjacks could be so digruntled?