day no. 10

dork moment:

much to my chagrin, I am discovering that my devotion to this whole 147 days of blogging is, lacking...to say the least. I can't say I'm really that dissapointed though. I suppose I'm happy for a life that keeps me from blogging about it every single day. That being said, I really am having fun with this...

Lesson for day no. 10, honestly...

It's sees that lots of virtues people like to value (especially Christians) have become...girly. Take honesty for example. I think it's safe to say that speaking the truth and not concealing reality for our own personal benefit is generally a trait people appreciate. I mean, who likes being lied to? But along with grace and peace and patience, I can't help but feel that honesty/being honest has lots its true meaning somewhere along the road of cultural translation and I wonder if maybe, we aren't missing out on a whole lot. I'll try to explain what exactly I mean. From the day we can coherently respond to direct questions, people are asking us if we're telling the truth. I think of little kids when I think of honesty. They get themselves into so much trouble and pretty much live on the edge of continual and possible punishment. Of COURSE they lie. It seems pretty obvious to me that kids (alongside criminals) probably get asked more than anyone else, "are you telling the truth?" But, as I've recently had some thought/experience with being honest, I have noted that there is nothing juvenile about "telling it like it is" and yet it is so closely parallened with a sense of childllikeness. Honesty is like a tutu without the tulle. Cream pie with no cream. Supermodels with no Botox. Amputation with no anathesia. It rips our veils and ridiculous facades that we slave over maintaining; leaving us to the mercy of whatever consequences our honesty will bring. Honesty sucks, man. You either leave someone else feeling like crap or you walk away with your insides spilling out and dragging along beside you. But for some reason, it is a good idea and one that Jesus practiced regularly, even if it did mean losing his friends and eventually, his life. I guess what I'm trying to get it is, there's nothing nice or safe about honesty. It's hard and awkward and leaves you feeling exposed, raw, and usually, undignified. Welcome to, "doing the right thing."

Beautiful thing for day no. 10, denim.

One of my friends, a wonderful Abi. G, is moving to Wales. She leaves in less than a month to start a completely new part of her life (training for full time missions. YEAH!) In her wake, she has left me a wonderful pair of jeans than are no less than perfection in pants form. Old Navy, size 4. Cut: curvy. Fit: Wonderful. And they don't drag on the ground! Boys, you may scoff. Ladies: You know what I'm talkin' about...

Discusting thing for day no. 10, not an animal.

Over breakfast this morning we were reminscing about a game the kids played at camp a couple weeks ago. Each kid got a bowl with a decent amount of M & M's covered in some ketchup. The kids had to race to see who could eat the most. It makes me almost gag just thinking about how discusting they looked covered in multicolored smashed M & M's and ketchup. Barf, anyone? Yeah, gross. Definitely not breakfast conversation.

Quote for day no. 10, Comtesse Diane (Marie De Beausacq)

"Of all feats of skill, the most difficult is that of being dishonest."

List for day no. 10

-Get to Westfield, MA tomorrow without getting lost

-Get home from Westfield, MA tomorrow without getting lost

-Find some dinner

-Make a decision about school

-write to Jemima (an elemantary age little girl who was the only one to respond to my last support/update letter)

New category! "Good things that are:_______"

day no. 10: blue

1. Jello

2. The sky in October

3. Saphires

4. the glasses in my cupboard

5. my atm card