Monotony overflowed the empty spaces left between the glazed over eyes that mindlessly mumbled a once sacred creed. Shivers ran over me as I caught a glimpse of idle people like myself who are lost in unseen traditions. The climax arrived when my appointed leader spoke ironically of a stagnant faith that convicted my heart. I was convicted not only by the words, but by the feeling I felt as I effortlessly sang words that have been ingrained in my memory from childhood. I am frustrated with the apathy that I have fallen victim to unknowingly. Complacency can no longer hold my soul.

So you all know my crazy brother. Sometimes he is quite hard to love, but I love him; cause you know,,,he's family! But anyways, so I have to admit that a song that he wrote called "Not Me" happens to be a phenomenal song. Though I have heard that song about a zillion times, it had a way of striking me tonight. The part that strikes me the most is a simple line that reads "When You look down it's not me that you see." Very simple words with a huge impacting message. When Christ looks down at me (as I take this song very personally), He does not see the countless and unbeknownst sins that plague my soul, but the blood of His own self that sets me free from it all. I am near brought to tears when I think of this beautiful depiction of a love that is like no other. I don't know what else to say. I am in awe of a love that cloaks me in grace.

I have never felt more like a tom-boy than I do when I am at work. I know that I have an athletic and sometimes unruly side to me, but I can also be the sweet little girlie girl when I want to. But good grief! These ladies that I work with are over the top. Maybe I have never really hung out with prissy girls before (if you know my friends, you know what I am talking about), but if this is how these type of people act and think, then I am glad that I don't have any little Jessica Simpson-like women around me that I call "friends". Man, I really love my friends.

Example: They all gathered around with fake "ooo's" and "aaahhhs" as everyone took turns telling what they had gotten for Valentine's day and what their husband's or boyfriends gave them. I felt like I was in a bad chick flick and had to find something constructive to do really quickly in order to escape the nightmare. Then I laughed at the absurdity.

The fake factor is one thing that really bugs me about people. No body really cares about what you got or did for V-Day, they just want the chance to compare and contrast what they got with everyone else. It made me feel all icky inside....

I have had many jobs in my short life. Most of which, I loved at first, and then grew to loathe (probably due to the stress levels in my life at that time). But now, I have embraced a completely different view. I realize that I have only been there about 2 weeks, but still, I am in love with the employment opportunity. More importantly, I have gained a new perspective about working. You see, I still have to work in order to pay my bills, etc.; but I relish the fact that I can come home and not have to do anything else. I love not having to worry about the papers, the exams, the homework that is due at 8AM the next morning. My point is, that if you are in college and don't have to work, ENJOY IT!! If you are out of college and all you have to do is work, ENJOY IT!! If you were like me and now are only working, you know what I am talking about. It is so easy to see things narrow mindedly when you are stressed and don't care about anyone, or anything but the bill collectors tearing up your phone, or the college professors breathing down your neck. My view of life has been broadened; just thought I would share.

Scary enough, today at work I learned how to tell what kind of problems you had as a child by how you walk now. This was funny, considering I now know why Brandon has enormous calves. (No offense Brandon, you know I like your legs..) Tell me how you walk and I will tell you what you did wrong in your childhood while learning to take your first steps. Me, I have terrible posture that causes me to slouch when sitting down. This is possibly caused by my insecurity about being taller than all my friends when I was little. Amazing this job is!

UGH! It's bad enough that during the Super Bowl Halftime show we had to watch a bunch of no talent a@# clowns prance around the stage, surrounded by women who were half dressed, and attempt to lip sync in perfect cue to the trite music; but to have been exposed to Janet Jackson's nipple and oh-so-decorative sun-like nipple ring was the most ridiculous scene I have ever witnessed. What is even more suspicious, is that Janet's new album came out today. But oh yeah, the stripping was not planned. This absolutely made me want to throw up. Seeing this display of utter disrespect for music, our bodies, and of course the thousands of children who were watching the repulsive show, made me want to stand up and say "See people! This is why MTV is corruptive and morally confused!" (They were the sponsors for the half time show)

Whew! I just love America......