Talking to myself

I think in this blog I'm going to just talk to myself and muse over whatever I feel like musing. Of course, since this is a public medium, I will muse with moderation!

Finals are almost done. What to do afterward? I really don't know. There is so much to possibly do... there is always picking a job and I may have a camping ministries job, computer job, helping my dad, or Wal-Mart. I can't think of anything that is really off limits at the moment. But I do think I need a job. Today, I had a test for my class, "Courtship and Marriage" and one of the topics studied is what dating and marriage represents. One of the things dating and marriage represents is maturity (hopefully), but I think getting a job also is an indication of maturity. My mom and dad have offered to put me through another semester, maybe even year of college (although they don't encourage it). I thought seriously about doing that for a while, but I feel at some point I have to "grow up" and get a job. I'm having trouble thinking of the camping ministries as a job, but after thinking about it for a while, I decided that I had the wrong attitude of what a job is. I was considering a job to be something that I earned mon..... (I have a beautiful, 11 year old dog, constantly wanting petted and it's interrupting every few seconds) .....ey at and provide for me and my family. I think that I have the wrong idea of a responsible job. A responsible job is a way in which I live to spread the word of God. Using what I think the right (or better) definition is, makes room for so much more that is God centered and includes God's plan for my life, even if I don't earn money at it.

Time for the next topic to muse upon.... I have a weird room. It looks nice when one first sees it I suppose, and I have grown used to it (Still Belle interrupts!), but looking around I see a small dragon made out of bolts, a few figurines from the top of a Lord of the Rings birthday cake, a scorpion encased in glass (with a glow in the dark felt bottom!), a few plastic lizards spread out, a silver horny toad with a geode slice as a base, a baby shark in a glass of formaldehyde, an alligators head I got in Florida (along with the shark), a Dino doll that I won at a carnival for correctly guessing the speed I throw a baseball, a Toucan carved out of balsa wood, and several, old drawings from my job this last summer, and my walking stick I use for the Appalachian trail. Ooo! I forgot the bag of 20 or 30 pewter figurines that I plan on making a display of this summer!. Keep in mind, this is only the odd stuff that I can see at the moment (but it isn't a full list. I refuse to move from my spot on the bed to see the rest of the crazy stuff I've collected!). Of course, there are a lot of normal items, but I like curio's. I also have verses posted here an there, but I made the mistake of putting most of them on the roof, but I never look up unless I'm going to bed and I don't have contacts or glasses! I'm hoping when my kids talk about me they can say, "[he] really lived."

My mom said I could only get on the internet for 20 minutes and I'm going on an hour, so I'll try to limit myself to one more paragraph about..... food. I consider myself a coneseaur of food. Put any food in front of me, add salt, pepper, and garlic powder, and it becomes a delicacy. I was being sarcastic about the coneseaur part. I have a problem with food, I enjoy it too much. I should modify that - I enjoy food as much as everyone else does, I just have less self control. I just had a good helping of ice-cream. :-) I always though 200 would be some special point, but as one passes that number, it is more of a surprise, "Really! I lost track!" I think too much weight shows a lack of self control, but it's so hard! As Monk would say, "Suck it up" and that is what I need to do. That is one of the reasons I enjoy racquetball so much, because of the exercise. I've found that I get tired much more easily now than before when playing racquetball. When I started playing racquetball, I never had my second game slump. My freshman year (about 155), I was talking to a smoker, and he said, "Yeah, I really pant by the time I get to the top of the stairs." At that time, we had classes in Caulderwood Hall, a two story building. He went on to say that he used to be one of the best runners in his school, and that he could run for miles without getting too tired (He may have been exaggerating). That little conversation has always boggled my mind - how does one go from being a great runner, to panting when walking up a flight of stairs without regretting it so much that one gives up the bad habit that is the problem? I think it is because we grow used to our current situation... and it would take work if we wanted to get back to the way we used to feel. It creeps up on a person, and one doesn't realize it until the work required to gain back one's previous health is already far gone and the uphill struggle is too hard to make it. It is fortunate that Christians have the Lord to help us back up that hill, whether spiritual or physical. The Lord is all that makes this world livable. Not having anything to live for after this life is done! How depressing! I wouldn't want to live like that for all the world. I look forward so much to the time when I don't have to be worried or lonely; to not have anything to look forward would give even a happy life like mine a depressing ring to it, empty and dull. The Lord would that none would be lost. How I pray all would find the Lord. :-)