10.21.2006
It's been a while since I've spoken up on here, but been reading and it's good to hear from you all. It's been a pretty lazy day, after working at 5am yesterday morning. You wouldn't believe how many people are up at that time. I'm just glad I don't have to do that all that often. Anyways just wanting to say hi to you guys and hope you're having a good weekend.
10.20.2006
i know you've all been waiting for this.
well, beautiful people who were once a major part of my life...
MANDIE IS HERE.
::applause:: ::applause::
thank you!!!! thank you!!!
::bowing:: ::waving:: ::blowing kisses:: (to daniel)
glad to have made it to this wonderful blog. excellent idea i must say.
thought you might all be delighted to know that last night i played a major role in a haunted house in downtown kansas city. the house is sectioned off into rooms with different scenes. i was in the drug room. heh heh. i was the one that interacted with the crowd while they were in there. i was a LOUD, bipolar drunk and a coke addict. please imagine with me for a moment.... let your minds go there.... there was ME and i was dressed in grey baggy dickies, a nasty flannel shirt, stage makeup on that made my nose all red and huge bags under my eyes. vaseline in my hair to make it stringy and greasy. i basically looked like a coked out roseanne. i was yelling at people and flirting and being really emotional. i had to spray myself down with beer every 10 minutes for 4 hours. some accidently got in my mouth... oops. tee hee. needless to say i was just disgusting. this 9 or so year old kid came through and was yelling at me, i grabbed his shirt and just stared at him. i think he peed his pants.
ok. i'm done.
peace out. stay black everybody.
p.s. does anyone on here have verizon besides andy?? i do have a new number and it IS verizon.
MANDIE IS HERE.
::applause:: ::applause::
thank you!!!! thank you!!!
::bowing:: ::waving:: ::blowing kisses:: (to daniel)
glad to have made it to this wonderful blog. excellent idea i must say.
thought you might all be delighted to know that last night i played a major role in a haunted house in downtown kansas city. the house is sectioned off into rooms with different scenes. i was in the drug room. heh heh. i was the one that interacted with the crowd while they were in there. i was a LOUD, bipolar drunk and a coke addict. please imagine with me for a moment.... let your minds go there.... there was ME and i was dressed in grey baggy dickies, a nasty flannel shirt, stage makeup on that made my nose all red and huge bags under my eyes. vaseline in my hair to make it stringy and greasy. i basically looked like a coked out roseanne. i was yelling at people and flirting and being really emotional. i had to spray myself down with beer every 10 minutes for 4 hours. some accidently got in my mouth... oops. tee hee. needless to say i was just disgusting. this 9 or so year old kid came through and was yelling at me, i grabbed his shirt and just stared at him. i think he peed his pants.
ok. i'm done.
peace out. stay black everybody.
p.s. does anyone on here have verizon besides andy?? i do have a new number and it IS verizon.
10.19.2006
hello ole friends
hey everybody,
england's hottest foreigners are now officialy connected to this blog... so stand back and give a round of applause for the nielsen's!
good to be able to hear from all of you...
ciao
lea and david
england's hottest foreigners are now officialy connected to this blog... so stand back and give a round of applause for the nielsen's!
good to be able to hear from all of you...
ciao
lea and david
so the story...
ok, so i'll attempt to relate the events of yesterday...
Character list:
RG: Is that a luuuv book?
me: I'm sorry?
I look up and, of course, notice his teeth. Now, we all know how big of a deal teeth are to me. I glanced, or rather intended to glance, but it turned into more of a stare. His teeth, and I use that term loosly, were on par with the stereotypical Brit. Picture the awful teeth of the British from an episode of "Family Guy."
RG: Is that a luuuv book? What is dat? Whachu readin?
me: Uhh, Pride and Prejudice
RG: What?
me: Pride and Prejudice
RG: What!?
me: (tensions mounting) Pride and Prejudice
RG: What?!
me: (thinking to myself: are you serious?) Pride and Prejudice
RG: What that mean? What's "Pride?"
At this point, I'm thinking to myself, "For real? I don't wanna talk. I just wanna read this book. Leave me alone." He doesn't. I give him my definition of pride, which he proceeds to tell me is wrong. But he doen't stop there. Oh no. He tells that dictionaries are all wrong too and that his definition, which was roughly two full minutes of speaking, was the only right answer. Then he tells me to mark the page that i was reading cause he has me flip to another completly random part of the book.
RG: (pointing to a random sentence) There. Read that part.
me: What? Read this right here?
I dont' remember what exactly I read, but he interrupted me about three to ask "what?" again. Then he stops me completely about halfway through the sentence to flip to another random page and read another random sentence. I do.
RG: Did that make sense?
me: What? No, it didn't make sense. It was two completely random sentences that have nothing to do with each other. And they weren't even complet thoughts.
RG: Exactly!
me: WHAT!
By this time the rest of the bus stop was watching this little scene that is unfolding...
At this point RG told me that it didnt' make sense because I think I speak perfect English and that I judge other people because they don't. (I think that's what he was trying to say. It was all very confusing.) He then told me that if I were to go over to some other country like Germany or something, I would still be able to understand their English, even though it wasn't perfect.
Little did he know that I had, in fact, been to Denmark for the durration of three years... So I felt the need to drop this bomb on the conversation. It kinda took him off gaurd, but didn't stop him. (You need to picture my face at this time too. I was smiling a little bit, but not as much as I wanted too. I was still trying to be polite.)
RG: Where is Denmark?
me: In Europe.
RG: Is Denmark here?
me: What?
RG: Is Denmark here?
me: As in "in this country?"
RG: Is Denamrk here?
me: No. (stop yelling at me like I'm an idiot. Go brush your teeth.)
Somehow, he turned the conversation to how I was following him because he was leading the conversation. I agreed, wanting to see where he was going.
Then outta left field...
RG: The way that you're following me, you need to follow Jesus.
There it is!
This is where my mind immediaely went to the crowd that was watching us, and I thought "oh man. I cannot even believe that they have to watch this. If I wasn't a Christian, this would kinda piss me off. Even being a Christian, it kinda pisses me off."
me: OK, I'm gonna have to stop you right there. See, I already am a Christian. When I told you I was in Denmark, I was studying the Bible. I already believe what you are trying to get me to believe. And to be honest, what you are doing right now is amazingly rude. I did not ask you to come over here and start yelling at me.
RG: (mumbling) You need to follow God... (Or it was something to that effect. He walked away)
A girl from the bus stop that had been watchign asked if I knew him. I laughed and said no. Then a guy who reminds me so much of Jon Hartsaw came over and asked me about it. We laughed and then he had to catch his bus. I sat there taken aback and laughing to myself at about what had just happened.
I kept thinking about all that had happened. First, I don't mean to rip on the guy. Well, I kinda do, just cause it really was a funny experience, but I don't mean to try to destroy who he is. I do have to give him crerdit because that takes balls to just walk up to some random guy and tell him about Jesus. That does say a lot about RG and that he must care deep down inside that people really need Jesus.
But my main thoughts went to the people watching at the bu stop. I was glad that RG had come to me, because my rejecting him isn't going to change my eternal standing. Had he walked up to another random student that didn't know Jesus, that could have very well turned him/her off to the idea. Plus, not to judge this guy, but he was most likely not college educated, and I would be surprised if he had graduated from high school. Not that college students are on some high plateau above those who aren't, but when you come to a place of education and try to argue logically with someone who has more education than you, it's not gonna end up well...
So what do I draw from this, other than a good laugh? I don't know. I know I will never be that guy who walks up to strangers and tells them they need Jesus. Sometimes I wish i had the balls to do that, but then I think about it, and I'm really ok with that. I would much rather get to know a person and build a relationship before assessing their needs and shortcomings.
So yeah, I guess that's where the story ends. I'm sure it'll be with me for a while...
Character list:
- me
- random (possibly homeless) guy (he will be referred to as RG, for random guy...)
- the entire rest of the bus stop
RG: Is that a luuuv book?
me: I'm sorry?
I look up and, of course, notice his teeth. Now, we all know how big of a deal teeth are to me. I glanced, or rather intended to glance, but it turned into more of a stare. His teeth, and I use that term loosly, were on par with the stereotypical Brit. Picture the awful teeth of the British from an episode of "Family Guy."
RG: Is that a luuuv book? What is dat? Whachu readin?
me: Uhh, Pride and Prejudice
RG: What?
me: Pride and Prejudice
RG: What!?
me: (tensions mounting) Pride and Prejudice
RG: What?!
me: (thinking to myself: are you serious?) Pride and Prejudice
RG: What that mean? What's "Pride?"
At this point, I'm thinking to myself, "For real? I don't wanna talk. I just wanna read this book. Leave me alone." He doesn't. I give him my definition of pride, which he proceeds to tell me is wrong. But he doen't stop there. Oh no. He tells that dictionaries are all wrong too and that his definition, which was roughly two full minutes of speaking, was the only right answer. Then he tells me to mark the page that i was reading cause he has me flip to another completly random part of the book.
RG: (pointing to a random sentence) There. Read that part.
me: What? Read this right here?
I dont' remember what exactly I read, but he interrupted me about three to ask "what?" again. Then he stops me completely about halfway through the sentence to flip to another random page and read another random sentence. I do.
RG: Did that make sense?
me: What? No, it didn't make sense. It was two completely random sentences that have nothing to do with each other. And they weren't even complet thoughts.
RG: Exactly!
me: WHAT!
By this time the rest of the bus stop was watching this little scene that is unfolding...
At this point RG told me that it didnt' make sense because I think I speak perfect English and that I judge other people because they don't. (I think that's what he was trying to say. It was all very confusing.) He then told me that if I were to go over to some other country like Germany or something, I would still be able to understand their English, even though it wasn't perfect.
Little did he know that I had, in fact, been to Denmark for the durration of three years... So I felt the need to drop this bomb on the conversation. It kinda took him off gaurd, but didn't stop him. (You need to picture my face at this time too. I was smiling a little bit, but not as much as I wanted too. I was still trying to be polite.)
RG: Where is Denmark?
me: In Europe.
RG: Is Denmark here?
me: What?
RG: Is Denmark here?
me: As in "in this country?"
RG: Is Denamrk here?
me: No. (stop yelling at me like I'm an idiot. Go brush your teeth.)
Somehow, he turned the conversation to how I was following him because he was leading the conversation. I agreed, wanting to see where he was going.
Then outta left field...
RG: The way that you're following me, you need to follow Jesus.
There it is!
This is where my mind immediaely went to the crowd that was watching us, and I thought "oh man. I cannot even believe that they have to watch this. If I wasn't a Christian, this would kinda piss me off. Even being a Christian, it kinda pisses me off."
me: OK, I'm gonna have to stop you right there. See, I already am a Christian. When I told you I was in Denmark, I was studying the Bible. I already believe what you are trying to get me to believe. And to be honest, what you are doing right now is amazingly rude. I did not ask you to come over here and start yelling at me.
RG: (mumbling) You need to follow God... (Or it was something to that effect. He walked away)
A girl from the bus stop that had been watchign asked if I knew him. I laughed and said no. Then a guy who reminds me so much of Jon Hartsaw came over and asked me about it. We laughed and then he had to catch his bus. I sat there taken aback and laughing to myself at about what had just happened.
I kept thinking about all that had happened. First, I don't mean to rip on the guy. Well, I kinda do, just cause it really was a funny experience, but I don't mean to try to destroy who he is. I do have to give him crerdit because that takes balls to just walk up to some random guy and tell him about Jesus. That does say a lot about RG and that he must care deep down inside that people really need Jesus.
But my main thoughts went to the people watching at the bu stop. I was glad that RG had come to me, because my rejecting him isn't going to change my eternal standing. Had he walked up to another random student that didn't know Jesus, that could have very well turned him/her off to the idea. Plus, not to judge this guy, but he was most likely not college educated, and I would be surprised if he had graduated from high school. Not that college students are on some high plateau above those who aren't, but when you come to a place of education and try to argue logically with someone who has more education than you, it's not gonna end up well...
So what do I draw from this, other than a good laugh? I don't know. I know I will never be that guy who walks up to strangers and tells them they need Jesus. Sometimes I wish i had the balls to do that, but then I think about it, and I'm really ok with that. I would much rather get to know a person and build a relationship before assessing their needs and shortcomings.
So yeah, I guess that's where the story ends. I'm sure it'll be with me for a while...
Relevant Kit
Well, the new kit arrived today and some goodies came in it. I am thinking how to work it. Maybe we can work it out if you want one of the books to read I could send em out to you or something. I dunno, we could talk about it.
Here are the toys:
Nomad: Just show up for my life [DVD]
Dear Church: Sarah Cunningham [BOOK]
Everybody Wants to Go To Heaven But Nobody Wants to Die: David Crowder [BOOK]
Sound of Melodies: Leeland [MUSIC]
Everybody Want to Change the World:Tony Compolo [BOOK]
Good Monsters:Jars of Clay [MUSIC]
The Deity Formely Known as God: Jarret Stevens [BOOK]
Keep No Score: Sleeping at Last [MUSIC]
Plus new Relevant Magazine and Radiant Magazines.
The Invites are out.
Well...
Daniel
DavidI
DavidN
LeaN
JasonJ
MandieW
All got one... so time will tell if they reeaally are.... awesome or not. ;)
Daniel
DavidI
DavidN
LeaN
JasonJ
MandieW
All got one... so time will tell if they reeaally are.... awesome or not. ;)
10.18.2006
Great Places to Go:
If you think we should add certain pages to the site, go add them... you are all administrators, so you can do it... I put Oswald.
I know there are others, on any topic...
I know there are others, on any topic...
holiness?
So I watched the movie Kiss Kiss Bang Bang this past summer, and I watched it again tonight.
Hilarious - unique, really entertaining.
But there's so much bad language in it, and some other junk.
The thing that bothers me is that this doesn't bother me.
I've just been thinking about standards and holiness and choices. He says to be holy as He is holy... I know, I know, standards are a personal call when it comes to 'grey areas'. If it's a grey area, and I'm suppose to be holy...in those "uncertain" (maybe?) areas it makes sense to always lean towards what's best, pure, most outstanding...just because I can and to glorify God to my highest extent.
But I don't do that, and it's really hard because I like these 'grey area' things, I enjoy them. But I guess if I really had the mind of Christ and desired to honor him above anything else, it wouldn't be so hard.
Then I talk myself out of such thoughts, tell myself it's being extreme and unnecessary.
Then I think 'wouldn't it be nice to do the unnecessary for him?'
It's not just about movies. That's just an example.
It's kinda a small thing, or maybe it should be, but for me it's just kinda not. It should be. I've got a ways to go, folks. I know - what a shocker.
Well, I don't know. I guess it's just a matter of daily deciding what kind of person, of follower, I'm going to be.
Anyway, it sure is a funny movie.
And I should go to bed.
Hilarious - unique, really entertaining.
But there's so much bad language in it, and some other junk.
The thing that bothers me is that this doesn't bother me.
I've just been thinking about standards and holiness and choices. He says to be holy as He is holy... I know, I know, standards are a personal call when it comes to 'grey areas'. If it's a grey area, and I'm suppose to be holy...in those "uncertain" (maybe?) areas it makes sense to always lean towards what's best, pure, most outstanding...just because I can and to glorify God to my highest extent.
But I don't do that, and it's really hard because I like these 'grey area' things, I enjoy them. But I guess if I really had the mind of Christ and desired to honor him above anything else, it wouldn't be so hard.
Then I talk myself out of such thoughts, tell myself it's being extreme and unnecessary.
Then I think 'wouldn't it be nice to do the unnecessary for him?'
It's not just about movies. That's just an example.
It's kinda a small thing, or maybe it should be, but for me it's just kinda not. It should be. I've got a ways to go, folks. I know - what a shocker.
Well, I don't know. I guess it's just a matter of daily deciding what kind of person, of follower, I'm going to be.
Anyway, it sure is a funny movie.
And I should go to bed.
10.17.2006
10.16.2006
JT 2?
Seriously... I completely agree [o]. If I hear it once I am hooked... To bad we can't ever see you dancing. I wouldn't be caught dead to be seen dancing...
my love
man why is justin timberlake in my head... seriously, i only heard that song on the way to school this morning, then for the 5 minutes where i had to move my car so i didn't get a ticket, on my way to lunch, during lunch, and on my way back to school from lunch... maybe that's why he's in my head...
can we say overplayed?
so in attempt to get it out, i downloaded his album and am listening to it at this very moment...
makes me wanna break it down in the library...
can we say overplayed?
so in attempt to get it out, i downloaded his album and am listening to it at this very moment...
makes me wanna break it down in the library...
10.15.2006
U2
you wouldn't believe this... only in small towns I guess. So I went to a david crowder and third day concert last night and during intermission one of the guys from third day got up and was talking about Bono's one campaign and invisible children, which did you know the war ended in Uganda in the last 6 weeks???!!! Anyways a girl next to me was like who's Bono? and I said the lead singer from U2... and she said never heard of it... WHAT??!! sad lives people live...
i went to a haunted house tonite because i wanted to feel like i was in high school all over again...
ok, that wasn't the real reason, but once i was there, i was pretty sure that i never graduated. anyway, haunted houses are effectively lame... or at least the one that i went to tonite was. these things are not scary... especially since i was taller than most of these scary individuals and in no way could have actual physical contact. mostly jumping out of dark corners... and when you're bigger than you assailant... fear just isn't an issue...
although i did almost get a devil horn in my eye...
that would have been a bad way to spend the night.
ok, that wasn't the real reason, but once i was there, i was pretty sure that i never graduated. anyway, haunted houses are effectively lame... or at least the one that i went to tonite was. these things are not scary... especially since i was taller than most of these scary individuals and in no way could have actual physical contact. mostly jumping out of dark corners... and when you're bigger than you assailant... fear just isn't an issue...
although i did almost get a devil horn in my eye...
that would have been a bad way to spend the night.
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