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The Quote of the Day

Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Look wise, say nothing, and grunt. Speech was given to conceal thought.
- Sir William Osler

Of God and Shakespeare

Monday, July 11, 2005
Have you ever thought about your legacy? I know I'm pretty young and "I've got my whole life ahead of me," but what if I don't? How will people look at me after I die? More importantly, how will God look at my life? I guess all these thoughts kind of entered my mind as Pastor Paul said a tidbit about the sermon I missed the other week because of a wedding reception. (Who gets married these days, anyways?) I've been thinking about it since and if I died today, my life would be a tragedy. If life were "but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more," the audience would feel the tragedy's signature emotion of waste as it ended. I've been given all these abilities, but for what? They certainly haven't been used for their true purpose yet, so what am I waiting for? I'm the talented actor who never learned the script. How can I get my message across before the closing curtain comes? There's surely no encore or next performance; it's closing night. To keep the metaphor alive, it feels like I'm too focused on the scenes to see the acts or the entire world outside my stage.

"When the dog bites and the bee stings..."

Thursday, July 07, 2005
This was origionally a journal entry, but I figured I'd put it here, because I can. I kept it exactly as it is in my journal, so enjoy.

So, I just got in a mood to cozy up and write. I got this idea from Laura, and I thought I'd give it a try and see what I came up with. So, the things I love are (in the order I wrote them down):

1. taking a long, warm shower... because I can.
2. when I wake up and my sister has banana bread baked.
3. soccer in the rain
4. playin' my guitar outside on a sunny day with a glass of iced tea.
5. when God stops me dead in my tracks
6. drinking hot chocolate during the 1st snow of the year.
7. When my papa accidentally calls my cell phone.
8. Shaylee's back massages
9. that finger thing during those massages
10. when people see the pain I'm hiding and just lay their hand on my shoulder.
11. when they listen as I vent
12. when people compliment me and it feels sincere
13. the way I don't have to worry about being "mature" or "correct" arround my friends from church.
14. when people actually take interest in all my hobbies & boring things I know.
15. dreaming big, and not doubting it.
16. staring of into the fire
17. gazing at the starry sky in silent awe.
18. trying something new
19. change, even when I don't want it.
20. Peanutt butter & jelly sandwiches (Skippy creamy + Smucker's jam mixed in a bowl first)
21. making people smile from the heart
22. being calm when others panic
23. the storm rather than the calm before it.
24. hiking & leaving the trail and exploring where few people go.
25. When God teaches me something through a tough time.

Orange!


Ahhhh! We're all gonna die!

Custard's Last Stand

That's it. I'm going Vegan. No more murder for me! I am taking a stand for all to see; I won't eat no more of that murderous crap. That'll show them! Who the heck do we think we are? We give prison time to Scott Peterson and meanwhile Col. Sanders is sitting pretty. It's disgusting. DIS-GUS-TING! Who will represent the oppressed cows, chickens and other animals not important enough to mention? Not me, but I will protest in my own pansy way; Without me, the consumer, Tyson has no choice but to see and correct their wrongs. So now, I'm calling on you; go Vegan... Or else!

Freedom.

Monday, July 04, 2005
First off, I guess I'll wish you a happy 4th of July. Um... Happy 4th of July... yep. So, go enjoy your American freedom, Chinese-made fireworks, and Canadian prescription drugs. Mmm... drugs. That's all for now, but when I return to you, pull out the popcorn 'cause I've got stories. (I do not guarantee any stories; I was just thinkin' of something to end on.)

Irony.

Saturday, July 02, 2005
I don't think I've ever told anybody this, but I strongly dislike Urban Outfitter's idea of hip. On that topic, the incredible Preshrunk pointed me to this blog entry all about the irony of UO shirts. It is quite the interesting read.

Just to make this post more worthwhile, here's the Threadless submissions I like this week:

we are made of carbon
playing with your food
the fashion police
loch ness imposter
corporate takeover

Yep.