random sass & musing™

lately i've been busy with all the preparations for christmas -- decorating (or lack thereof), shopping, preparing travel plans, preparing to be out of work for over a week. in the midst of that, i haven't reflected a whole lot on the meaning of the season. shame on me.

our CHURCH celebration was a perfect opportunity to reflect on it. as per tradition, our pastor read MAX LUCADO'S COSMIC CHRISTMAS to us. the story alone should make one think, really consider the actual implications of the christmas story.

honestly, how much "sense" does the story make?

we have the players:

angels - prepping for the birth of but one tiny babe
mary - virgin, preggers by the holy spirit
joseph - married to mary the virgin, wrestling with whether she was unfaithful
innkeeper - gruff man who puts paying customers in a scratchy stall
animals - bewildered by the squawling creature that's displacing their grain nuggets
baby Jesus - appearing as a tiny baby, swaddled within an inch of his life
royalty - visiting this baby, led by a star

an unlikely cast, no? really, the miracle of christmas, the meaning, the actions & the story are humbling to imagine. God the Father orchestrates amazing things, no?

i've rated my life & you can, too. rate yours, that is.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	8.7
Mind:	8.4
Body:	8.6
Spirit:	10
Friends/Family:	5.4
Love:	6.9
Finance:	7.5
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

it appears i am a relatively stable individual. only if they're barn red. now would a stable person make bad jokes like that? i think not.

happy friday. this day has to get better. for serious.

i could not sleep to save my life last night. went to bed around 11:30 & was still awake at 12:45 AM so i got up to read. read for an hour ... still no sleep came. i finally wrote down all my stresses & felt like i'd put them in a safe place that i wouldn't forget so i finally fell sleep around 2ish. i had strange dreams about attending some yard sale in a nearby neighborhood at 2 in the morning. while at a yard sale, i found some baby cats, rabbits & a cougar in the basement of the house.

i am so random.

woke up at 6:30 AM sick as a dog. spewed. felt better & fell asleep for 45 minutes. woke up. dragged myself to work. in the course of the day managed to:

- apologize to a local counsel in arkansas for my strong email - it was all i could do to keep from writing the words "you twit" on it when i sent it yesterday;
- spill a rainshower of little paper punches from my recycling box when i attempted to deposit the recycling into the proper bin;
- put my salad in my desk drawer rather than the refrigerator at work, hence meaning I had a wilted & narsty salad;
- got a risqué email from my client with a pic of a guy with a tattoo of a lizard or snake you-know-where which I opened at work in all it's glorious color; &
- got everything at the grocery store I needed for dinner tonight with eric & tomorrow for our home group christmas party, except for the main events.

can i borrow somebody's brain?

is it really december already? only 27 more days until 2006. for serious.

i just got an email that a friend of mine here in north carolina has been reading my bloggery, so i say hello to stacy & her new offspring, ezra. i'm thinking she stumbled onto my blog from THE DIRTY DISH. welcome to the randomness. buckle up for safety.

i have nothing of any real substance to discuss other than it surprises me how quickly 2005 has slipped by me. that's what happens nowadays, though. as a kid, time always seemed to pass too slowly. there was a constant nagging desire to fast forward through school days so that you could get to playing king of the mountain with friends. then there was the desired fast forward of the actual school year so that you could have uninterrupted playtime during the summer.

as a kid you wanted to be thirteen so you could be a (wretched) teenager. somehow we assumed that teenagers had their stuff together & did cool things like go to parties & go on dates.

as a teenager you couldn't wait until age sixteen when you'd get the driver's license. there was that nagging feeling that you were somehow left behind if you didn't have wheels.

after age sixteen you looked forward to age eighteen when you'd be voting. nowadays i think it's more about who has most MTVized commercial in order to determine how to vote for the leader of your country.

of course, you were too busy at that point being a college freshman, which presented more desirous expectations along the line of turning twenty-one so that you could have some acrid beast ice beer at a fraternity party. oh wait, i should amend that to say "legally" have some acrid beast ice beer at a fraternity party.

after age twenty-one, there doesn't seem to be so much of an expectation of particular ages as there is of particular events. college graduation, first real job, meeting "the one", engagement, marriage, babies.

i suppose it's good that we don't equate an age with these events, although i'd say that we do have general expectations of a timeframe for such things. but, as we all know, that timeframe is really just a floating timeline in invisible ink.

speaking of invisible, that's my cue to fade into the darkness for now. duty calls, after all.