I got caught by a cold.

I caught a cold again. Yuck I hate catching colds, but at least they provide me a chance to blog. This is the fourth cold that I have caught since last August, and I am really tired of it all. As I have been lying in bed the past couple days with way too much time to think, it occurred to me that the phrase "I caught a cold," is completely wrong and needs to be changed.

No one ever catches a cold, colds catch us. I promise you that I have never chased down a cold to catch it, as I have chased down and caught an ice cream truck. Trust me if a truck full of germs resembling the mucinex dude was driving down the road, I would let it drive right on by. Thats a truck I do not want to catch.

The odds of me catching a ball that is thrown my way is only about 10% when I am making an effort to catch it. The odds of me catching a mucinex dude flying at me, HECK NO! There is no chance. There is a chance I could unwillingly get hit by him, as in a game of dodge ball, but again, I would have no choice in that, I would not be doing any catching.

All I'm saying is that when you catch something, you make a choice to perform that action, and there has never been a time when I chose to catch a cold. Look at those guys. Colds are evil, there are most definitely trying to catch us. Even the way that they dress is deceiving, trying to look all proper like they wouldn't be the kind to run. From now on I will say, "I got caught by a cold," instead of, "I caught a cold," because that is what is really happening people. That is what is happening.

Super Bowl Sunday

So here it is almost a year after my last post, and I would just like to say, I told you so. Rather I told me so, but I do want to be a better blogger, so why not jump back in with the Super Bowl. Nothing Better right?

Girlie Super Bowling

As a girl who truly loves football I am in a funny spot. Not many other girls have the passionate love for football that I do. Most of the time I'm okay with that, but it is days like today that I morn not having any close by girl friends who want to watch the game and not the commercials. See I don't talk during the game, unless I am talking about the game. The whole point of commercials was to give the spectator a chance to talk with out missing a second of the game right??  My mind often goes something like this;

"I really do care about what you have been pining on pinterest, but I wish you would quite talking to me about it on 3rd and 2. We can have this discusion during a commercial... Oh wait you want to watch the commercials???? But they never live up to their hype. Oh come on, that mischievous monkey is just a cheap gimmick. This is not that funny."

Don't get me wrong I do love watching the game with the guys, but I miss all my lady friends who tuned into the football game because they actually wanted to see a fantastic contest.

Football's Death Day

Though I do look forward to the Super Bowl every year, and I woke up today with a smile on my face like it was Christmas, I can't help but see today as the day the Football died. No more football until August!!!! How do we make it every year? Sure there is the draft, and it looks like Payton Manning and the Colts are going to give use a lot to talk about, but it's just not the same until the men are in their uni's playing a game that going to effect their season.

It is bad enough losing college football, but now it will be totally gone. I can expect my seasonal depression to set in this week. At least there is the band aid of March Madness.

Game Prediction
I'm going with the Patriots by less than 7. HEY! I heard that, lay off! They are my brothers team, and have been since the drafted in Terry Glenn. You don't remember that? That's because it was before that were any good and most people had forgot they existed.

Happy Super Bowl Sunday to All

and to All a Good Fight

Cupcakes

My mom and I made cupcakes today. Can you guess by the ingredients how we are going to decorate them?

Making all of the pieces and assembling.

We microwaved yellow icing and dipped the shaped cupcakes in the icing. Then we put all of the pieces together and ta-da!

Fish and Duckies! Mom is holding up the sheet.

This is our favorite.

Fish faces.

More Kilt Photo's

Here are more and better photos from St. Patrick's Day

Notice that even their shoes match.

Keeping with tradition.

St. Patrick's Day

St. Patty's Day came and there were not only 2 Kilts made but 3. Once I figured out what I was doing they were easy to make. We had plently of fabric left over so I was able to make myself one as well. I just modified it a bit to make it more girlie.

Kurt and Jacob made it to school with their Kilts on but they didn't make it much farther. They were called down to the office during their first period classes and forced to take the kilts off. The school told them that it was too much of a distraction. They disagreed, and they made sure that the school realized what a distraction really was. Very class they went to they rallied to students and asked to go to the administration and teacher who were opposed to the Kilts and complain. It would have been far less a distraction for Kurt and Jacob to wear the Kilts.

From an Irish girl a couple days late, Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Get Your Kilt On

My Little Brother, Kurt and "adopted" little brother Jacob, have roped me in again. I have just two days to make them Kilts, so that they can wear them to school for St. Patrick's Day. The Irish in me just couldn't say no to the challenge. Plus I gained 2 awesome helpers who are willing to help me out however they can to get their Kilts done. They already made a Starbucks run. Woot

The pattern is cut out and the fabric is washing. I'm hoping to at least get everything cut out tonight. 

Beloved

Sunday I was yucky, I felt yucky, I felt gross outside and inside. I had slept through my alarm clock and missed church. (by slept through I mean that my alarm went off twice and groggy morning Erin, who I don't claim any relation to, turned it off knowing full well that she/I would probably not wake up) When I actually woke up and the reality of missing church hit me, I was mad and disappointed in myself. I was cranky with my mom. I was mad about my tv fast that i'm doing, and whiny in my heart about it. I was in need of a shower, and I was on my period. I was totally discouraged with who I was. I felt beyond yucky!

I didn't feel like approaching God, not at all, but I knew that I needed to. I went to put on some music in the background to start my Bible time. I turned on Pandora, (which we can now play through our TV's surround sound system, my new favorite thing) letting whatever station was on before come on, playing whichever song it wanted to play me. The song that came on was "Beloved" by Tenth Avenue North. Here are the lyrics:

Love of my life 
Look deep in my eyes 
There you will find what you need 
Give me your life 
Lust and the lies 
The past you’re afraid I might see 
You’ve been running away from me 

You’re my beloved 
Lover I’m yours 
Death shall not part us 
It’s you I died for 
For better or worse 
Forever we’ll be 
Our Love it unites us 
It binds you to me 
It’s a mystery 

Love of my life 
Look deep in my eyes 
There you will find what you need 
I‘m the giver of life 
I’ll clothe you in white 
My immaculate bride you will be 
Oh come running home to me 

You’re my beloved 
Lover I’m yours 
Death shall not part us 
It’s you I died for 
For better or worse 
Forever we’ll be 
Our Love it unites us 
It binds you to me 

Well you’ve been a mistress, my wife 
Chasing lovers it won’t satisfy 
Won’t you let me make you my bride 
You will drink of my lips 
And you’ll taste new life 

Cause you’re my beloved 
Lover I’m yours 
Death shall not part us 
It’s you I died for 
For better or worse 
Forever we’ll be 
Our Love it unites us 
And it binds you to me 

You’re my beloved 
Forever we’ll be 
Our love it unites us 
And it binds you to me 
It’s a mystery

I sat on my couch and wept. Here I was feeling super gross and yucky, feeling unlovable feeling Like "who would want this?" and God said "I do, I want you." Through all my faults He still saw me as beloved, and He still calls me "mine," He still asks me to be His bride. What a wonderful, loving, and tender God. He is so sweet! I still have a hard time grasping and understanding the way that he chooses to see me.

I use to listen to this song all the time, and God used it powerfully then, but I hadn't listened to it for a long time. The very next day my friend Liz, who I also have talked to in a while, wrote me this message:

Your "Back to Eden" post on God's love made me think back to a cherished memory I have never forgotten- you sharing the tenderness and gentleness of God's love through the Tenth Avenue North song "Beloved." You mentioned how the consistency of it coming on shuffle as you walked around campus seemed to be in line with your sensitivity to receiving more of God's sweet love for you. It seemed to come more on days when you could receive it and it didn't come on days when you felt more sensitive to His love. So precious. He's so sensitive and loving. I really appreciated reading your post. It made me miss you so very much. Hope all is well. :) 

The very next day He chose to remind me once again of how very much He loves me. Through my crap, through my sin, even through my unshoweredness, nothing I could do will make Him say "I don't want you anymore."  Instead his heart continues to long for mine. Where ever you are I pray that you would know that the same it true of you. God's heart is longing for yours, to Him you could not be anymore beautiful that you are this moment, you are His beloved, and nothing you could do would make Him say "I don't want you"