1. johnny cash and bob dylan. it's quite ridiculous how in love i am with them at the moment. i figured out how to play "it ain't me, babe" on my guitar, so now i feel even cooler. it's probably just a moment of self-glory, but whatever.
2. "waiting for Jesus." not necessarily with specific instances. as soon as i typed that, i figured people would think abstinence, but that's not what this is about. deena and i got to talking yesterday about how a lot of people live their lives in this stuck state of "well i'm waiting for a sign from God," and whether that's legit or not. i'm sure it is in some cases- it has been for my life at times. but i also feel like God is going to work through whatever we come to, as long as we have the right mindset. for instance, let's say you're in the cereal aisle and you can't decide between count chocula and fruity pebbles. both equally delicious, but you're waiting for a sign to know what the right choice is, when Jesus probably is a cheerios fan anyway. We spend all our time worrying and praying about these little choices, and while that's good to take things to God, we end up taking them and dwelling on it, and double checking if we're supposed to take them, and then we might take them back, only to bring them back to God later [that was the most confusing sentence i've ever typed, sorry]. In reality, God wants us to use our time wisely; take matters to God, and watch for the ways He works in our lives while we spend time on the important stuff, like interacting with people and listening to their stories and loving them unconditionally. our focus is all wobber-jawed. and maybe in six months i'll totally disagree with myself. i just think we waste a lot of time.
3. cooking. i'm trying to figure out how to cook, which is NOT one of my fortés or even something i come close to getting right 5% of the time. last week, i managed to slice my finger on a food processor when i wasn't even using it. but, the adventure continues, so i'll let you know how it goes.
random story of the weekend: last night, cleo was in the backyard at my parents and she caught a toad. she didn't try to kill it or bite it or anything, but she did feel the need to carry it around in her mouth. the toad was not happy, i was not happy, and basically, it was not a good situation. my dad got it out of her mouth, and it hopped away while i took her inside to brush her teeth. yeah, she's classy.

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