No, my blog was not an april fools joke....

2008-06-27T03:08:00.000-07:00

...though it may appear as if it was, please rest assured-it wasn't. Apparently, I think a blog is a better idea in theory, than in actual practice. I'm feeling inspired these days though, so chances are I may be turning over a new leaf.
Here's a little bit about my existence since April 1st.....
1. I graduated (and by that, i mean i went through a graduation ceremony, not actually received my masters degree)
2. I moved out of the lovely grimes family home into a house in hb. It is affectionately referred to as "sweet home alabama"(its on alabama street)....many hours are spent lounging on "club patio". After almost a month, I'm finally coming to terms with not waking up next to gaby.
3. I got a bike. I use it often and love it. Its kelly green.
4. I have decided to explore new sports in hopes to maybe be good at one of them...so far- surfing and golf (other suggestions are welcomed...actual instruction/coaching in your suggestion is even more appreciated)....success or lack there of these new hobbies are promised to be mentioned in future blogs, so i guess i'm committed to at least one more
5. I'm volunteering at rock harbor and am enjoying contributing and meeting new people
6. I have been told i am nesting....and i don't have a good come back because unfortunately, its true
7. For some reason, Lauren and I think spandex are appropriate for far too many occasions....we are working on where to draw the line because boundaries must be established
8. I became an owner of a kitchen aid
9. I try to get my fair share of vitamin d and expand my mind through literature on the sand at least twice a week...my hyper pigmentation hates me!
10. On a much heavier note, one of the most awful/best things that has happened to me in the past month is learning that there are 12 million orphans in africa due to hiv/aids alone! I'm devastated that A) i didnt already know this...i knew that the number was massive, but 12 million! i cant even wrap my mind around how many parentless children that is and B) i am devastated that its a reality of our world and that we don't do anything about it....more to come on this topic also. (i guess im committed to 2 more)
So, I guess blogging might not be so bad.....until next time......

Blogging inauguration...

2008-04-01T16:46:00.000-07:00

About a month ago while in a highly ambitious, overly optimistic mood I decided to create a blog. Since then, obviously with this being my first posting, i have not obtained the same zeal i once hoped i would have of being an avid blogger. It seems that there is a certain amount of pressure that goes along with the first posting. Thus, the past month has been spent searching for something worthy of being blogable. Many things have crossed my mind or have been suggested by others who wish for me to get on the ball with the blog. There is no doubt that many of those will turn into postings in the future.

However......I recently started a new book about church history and came across this poem that prefaced the introduction and couldn't resist sharing it. I almost bypassed it because i was anxious to start the first chapter and poetry is probably my least favorite form of literature. I wish i liked it...i really do. I'm thankful i gave it a second glance though because i was able to find wonderful insight in regard to truth and beauty in its imagery.....hope you enjoy!

The Calf Path

One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then three hundred years have fled,
And I infer the calf is dead;
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-whether sheep
Pursued the trail o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because 'twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed - do not laugh -
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane
That bent and turned and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare.
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed this zigzag calf about
And o'er crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the Calf-path of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do,
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf.
Ah, many things this tale might teach -
But I am not ordained to preach.

Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911)

Emily Nicole

No, my blog was not an april fools joke....

Blogging inauguration...