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Genesis 2:21-22 
And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the LORD God had taken from man He made into a woman, and He brought her to the man.

When I read this, I thought, "There are pieces of this scene left out..."

The verse right after this is Adam's "flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones" speech. 

But I find it hard to believe that Adam just woke up and spit that, just seconds after his super-invasive rib surgery. I think there was a little moment in between that was omitted because it was so sweet and intimate that... maybe words couldn't do it justice.

I think God brought Eve to Adam while he was still sleeping. And I'd like to think that He gave her a few moments to herself to take in the sight of him before He woke him up.

Eve takes her first breath and opens her eyes, all brand-new. Having taken a quick glance around the garden, she's still recovering from having her mind blown by the sheer perfection of it all when she turns around-- and there's her man. The one she was made for; a picture of perfection, epically handsome and sleeping like a rock. 

His mouth was probably hanging open a little. 

His hair was probably a wreck. 

And in spite of-- actually, probably because of-- those things, I bet she adored every inch of him instantly. 

I think something about that very first moment seeped into the fiber of Eve's being, into her blood, and subsequently, into the blood of every woman who has ever lived. 

And I think that whatever molecule of being it is that carries the sentiments she felt in that moment, is still active and present in every woman who has ever looked on a sleeping man and felt her heart melt a little bit. 

Power Ranger For A Day

Oh man...

Past two days, I have made all kinds of muscles ache. Isn't that interesting, when you work out muscles that you usually don't pay attention to? Like in your back or sides or whatever?

Man... I am-- conscious of every movement. Ooo!

Why have I beat my body into submission, you say? 

We're shooting a movie. For fun. I won't discuss it too much yet, don't want to ruin

 the surprise, but there's quite a bit of stunt action involved for such a low budget film. And by low budget, I mean NO budget. :) Anyway, we pulled some strings/asked some favors from complete strangers and consequently, I got to go to a kung-fu dojo and spar/practice a choreographed fight sequence for 2 hours with 3 boys who made it look like I was kicking the crap out of them. 

It. Was. Amazing. :) I loved it! Of course, they're all "getting thrown" into the floor and eating it up, practically bouncing off the ground because they're totally used to it. I, on the other hand, while learning to beat them up, sort of beat myself up too.

I bruise like a champ anyway, but after kneeing this guy in the chest about 30 times, now my knee looks like this:

And my arm looks like I just partook in a beastly 24-hour, one-

armed volleyball tournament...

(that's bruises, not a rash.)

But holy cow, it was so much fun. :) And so worth it! Wait till you see the movie. :)

Mi Chiquita Querida

This is Luz.

She's 6 years old and she lives in Guatemala with her mom and her two sisters.

Her name means "light".

As of Wednesday, I am delighted to be supporting her 

via WorldVision's child sponsorship organization.

Just wanted to share my joy-- and show you her adorable face.

:)

Jimmies.

Eating breakfast is amazing. One of my favorite things.

Speaking of favorites-- Tobymac. His whole family.

One of my favorite people of all time.

The fact that he even knows my name will just never get old.

I'm officially going to California this summer to see more of my favorite people-- 

Danielita y Foltzy... y Jon Foreman!!!! (And maybe Tyrone Wells?)

I know 6 people who have been fired or laid off in the past two weeks. It sucks. 

And subsequently makes me really grateful for my job.

Isn't amazing how your body runs "normally" like 90% of the time, but there are certain people who (because of anger or admiration) charge up all your adrenaline, flip your insides out and screw up the entire system of your being for a couple minutes simply because of who they are?!

That blows my mind.

Also, as many of you know-- soundtracking is probably my second favorite thing in the whole world. So when my boss at work told me he trusted/appreciated my musical taste and asked me to create a new playlist for the restaurant for the summer-- I was elated. I came up with 101 very diverse restaurant appropriate songs, 1 playlist for lunch and 1 for dinner-- and everyone loves it. :) Therefore, I must give props to all who unknowingly contributed: Brandi An, Sir Joseph, Philip Milam, Andrea Yager & Joanna Spencer-- I trust/appreciate your musical taste and would let you create a playlist for me anytime. :)

Re: No one is into all kinds of music

A friend of mine made me want to lay out a couple of things for you.
Go ahead and judge me. I dare you. 

--

I drink decaf coffee because coffee caffeine makes me jittery.
(Chocolate caffeine and soda caffeine do not.)
Lately, I like caramel cappuchinos with caramel drizzled on top.
And I like them better in the "for here" mugs.

I won't touch Red Bull or Monster or Rockstar or any of that crap.
But i love Vitamin Water and water in pretty bottles and Arizona Green Tea (esp. with Mandarin)

I really don't listen to country music.
But my favorite driving song ever is "Feels Like Today" by Rascal Flatts.
And it's very hard for me to hear Blake Shelton's "Austin" without tearing up a little-- just because I think it's fantastic.

I love checking the mail.
Apart from CD's from DaniLin, catalogs and magazines are the best.

I can watch basketball. Soccer. Hockey. And football.

And enjoy it.

Not baseball.

I don't watch scary/horror movies.
At all.
Ever.
And I won't. No, not even with you.

I love eating breakfast.
Bacon. Toast. Pancakes. Waffles. French toast. Bagels. Pastries. Muffins. Hash browns. Cereal. Fruit. Oatmeal.
Eggs. Scrambled.
With cheese.
And sometimes salsa or ketchup.
But I don't like sausage.

I can do without condiments.
Sometimes I want them, but sometimes I just want to taste the meat and bread.

Musically,

I hope Whitney Houston makes a comeback.

I hope Britney Spears does not.

(Britney does need to make a comeback in life though.)

Fish are fine when they mind their business.
Or when they are on my plate, cooked*, WITHOUT a head or eyes.
But I do NOT want to touch them.

I like my tuna medium rare and my steak medium/medium-well.
I could eat red meat in some form every day. I think it's amazing.

If I had to learn any instrument, 

It'd be piano,

Then drums,

Then guitar.

I think tapdancing is badass.
If I knew how to tap dance, I'm pretty sure I could perform the "Moses Supposes" number from Singin In The Rain...
I've seen it that many times.

When it comes to most varieties of Stout Beer and Sauvignon Blanc;

I'm gonna have to go with No.

Sweet > Salty > Spicy

I always listen to the lyrics.
ALWAYS.
If I can't understand them or if they don't mean anything or if they mean something stupid and meaningless--
I probably won't like the song.
I think that's why I like musicals.
Clear and clever storytelling via lyrics.

You think I'd listen to more country music...

...that's all for now. :)

*thus far, tuna is the only sashimi on the GO list.

*I'm NOT Gonna Write You A Love Song.

"I'm not gonna write you to stay--
If your heart is nowhere in it,
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas
When I believe that there's a reason to
Write you... a love song...
Today..."
-sara bareilles

Maybe I shouldn't post this.

Probably.

But I'm going to because I need to say it really badly.

I don't know if I'm capable of maintaining whatever it is that drove me to this point...

But I hope I can, because I am just really ready for a change.

A huge, perspective-altering change.

I am absolutely,
incredibly,
emphatically,
apocalyptically,
SICK of having crushes.

I've just had it.

I'm epically tired of liking and/or being attracted to people and having absolutely nothing come of it, save for a few temporary sporadic bouts of butterflies, a shameful amount of minutes spent wondering, and ultimately, one more disappointment that leaves some unfortunate, naive shard of my heart splintered like a snapped popsicle stick.

I'm not even saddened by these occurrences anymore. I'm just pissed.

I'm done! I'm SO done with crushes.

What a waste of time.

Don't ask or wonder who or what put me over the edge because maybe it's a lot of things.... But if you're reading this, you can safely assume/be relieved or disappointed that while I think you're wonderful for a number of reasons-- I do NOT have any romantic feelings for you and I do NOT want to be with you. At all.

Not even **you.

And not anyone else either.

(sigh)

Until the want/need is mutual and not instigated or maintained solely by me?!

I'm out. So don't even bother.

"See you guys... hold my calls!"



* If by chance we just met or you just stumbled upon this blog... be cool. It's not like this all the time.
** Many of you reading did absolutely nothing to provoke this entry. Sorry to catch you in the crossfire. None of this flack is really meant for anyone specific... its just more of an explosion of disgust for my own stupid, redundant naivete.

Sprinkles

I really want to help build something. A house, probably. I don't want to do the measuring and the diagramming pre-building stuff. But I'd love to be in the middle of a big, important project, covered in sawdust or drywall dust or whatever, helping to fix whatever needs to be tacked or caulked or framed or sawed and sanded.

John C. McGinley (Dr. Cox) is one of the best actors I've ever seen. I don't think I could ever do what he does. I think he's amazing.

My first favorite random place to find new music? Scrubs.
My second favorite? Apple Commercials.

Someone this week "accused" me of always developing crushes on forbidden/unrealistic people. I've never really thought about it that way... but I'm starting to think they may have been right?

Sometimes I like Crazy Bread better than Pizza.