Maybe, just maybe, it could be worse.
Posted by Rebecca Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:27:00 GMT
At least we don’t have these. Not that we could, but still. At least we don’t have them.
Malty not Hoppy
Posted by Rebecca Tue, 08 Apr 2008 16:33:00 GMT
Yesterday Becky and I realized our pest problem was a little worse than we had initially thought.
As a result, my head spun around and I spit pea soup everywhere.
Once I had recovered, I decided the last thing I needed to do was sit around my house and constantly scan the shadows for bugs. So, I joined Dominic and the cows over at BB Rover’s for pepperoni pizza (the only pork I’ll eat) and beer.
One of the cows brews his own beer, and harbors a wealth of knowledge about the various types and intricate flavors of beer. I asked him to fix my beer problem, and he did.
My beer problem is that most of the beers I try taste like pine-sol. I can’t stand the flavor so I usually stick to whiskey, because the flavor of whiskey neat is infinitely superior to beer. Heh.
So the guy ordered me an independence bootlegger and I thought it was just about the best beer I had ever tasted. Beer can taste that good? Really? Yummy beer? Contradiction of terms, if you ask me.
I drank the entire pint with my pizza, happy that there was one beer in the US that I could tolerate (the German hefes are really good, especially if you’re in Germany when you drink one).
He passed a few other beers my way and I took sips, describing the flavors, rating my ability to tolerate the taste, etc.
The verdict? I don’t like hops. I like malt.
My plan for now is to slowly sample all of the malty beers at BB’s, work my way up to the balanced beers, and if I can make it through those, eventually I’ll try more of the hoppy beers.
By the way, if you like the flavor of coffee, you have to try the Independence Bootlegger (a local brew, destined to up your hip factor). It has a very subtle coffee under taste that I love (the website says chocolate but it tastes like coffee to me).
Progress
Posted by Rebecca Sat, 05 Apr 2008 22:51:00 GMT
Today I slept in and then met Caroline to go to Belle Saison and pick up my bridesmaid dress for her.
After that I was able to come home, assemble my bookshelf and empty about five boxes.
My stereo is now also set up and my tv is at least in the place where it will be permanently.
Now I only have about five million boxes left to unpack. I also have to clean my bathroom again, as soon as the landlord finishes caulking it. Hopefully by Monday night there will be no more roaches in there.
That my life today, nice and boring.
Have a great weekend!
Tornado Hits Near My Home
Posted by Rebecca Fri, 04 Apr 2008 19:54:00 GMT
Last night, a tornado touched down in parts of Little Rock before traveling up US 167 to my hometown and beyond.
Luckily none of my family members were injured and their respective home received no damage.
Here is a decent article relaying the damage, along with photos and videos. The footage is raw so you have to sit through some boring stuff. The power is also out so everything is really dark and it’s hard to see the damage in some of the videos.
Make sure you watch the first video listed. Notice the light pole in the middle of the parking lot…it’s there, then the tornado passes over it and 3 seconds later it’s gone. If you watch it enough times like I have, you can actually make out the light pole as it falls.
Crazy. I don’t miss tornadoes.
So far, only one person was killed as a result of this storm, and that was in an automobile accident. Still, a lot of people suffered damage, so pray for them.
Grrr. Brrr.
Posted by Rebecca Fri, 04 Apr 2008 18:19:00 GMT
Yesterday it was hot here in the lovely city of Austin, Texas. I checked the weather for today and it was supposed to be hot again. So I wore jeans, a linen tank top, and sandals to work.
It is currently fifty-six degrees.
That is not hot.
Grrrr.
Not only is it not hot, but when you are wearing linen, fifty-six degrees is not even comfortable.
Brrrr.
Welcome to Austin, land of almost-eternal summer and bi-polar spring.
A Single White Rose - A Single Human Soul
Posted by Rebecca Fri, 04 Apr 2008 16:26:00 GMT
Yesterday I was blessed to receive a single white rose from the White Rose Society.
The rose I received was one of ten thousand handed out at UT yesterday. It represents one of ten thousand people that would have been killed in the Auschwitz Concentration Camp in a single day.
The White Rose Society promotes the remembrance of holocaust victims and works to end genocide in the modern world. Check out their site for information on how they have worked to end the genocide in Darfur.
I'm not where I should be just yet.
Posted by Rebecca Thu, 03 Apr 2008 18:08:00 GMT
I should be shocked, but I’m not.
This is not good.
I should be shocked at my own disobedience towards God, but I’m not.
We studied Daniel chapter 9 this week and Daniel was distressed as he cried out to God, not only at the blatant disobedience and lack of repentence by his people, but at his own part in this - his own sin in missing the mark.
And Daniel was highly esteemed by God. He was given the blessing of vision interpretations, and he was even blessed with visions of his own. But he was humble enough to be grieved at his own disobedience.
I am not.
My repentent prayers are honest, but somehow they are not heartfelt. I don’t hurt when I disobey. I don’t grieve. I don’t fast in sackcloth and ashes and pray all day because I sinned.
I don’t know if living in the post-crucifixion era makes a difference…is it just easier for me to accept that I’m forgiven because I know that my debt has been paid? Should that really be my attitude?
I feel that when I sin, the very act of disobeying God should provoke a deep emotional response in my heart…not only because I’ve disobeyed him, but because I’ve hurt him and I’ve made his name empty.
And I shouldn’t be living like I’m still a slave to those things, because in reality, I’m not.
My heart needs a lot of work.
A long post about G-d and cockroaches
Posted by Rebecca Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:51:00 GMT
G-d recently blessed Becky and me with a beautiful, affordable duplex that is in the right location, has the right amenities, and has a good landlord.
We are excited and love it.
However, the past two days there has been one drawback (a fixable one) of a nature that I abhor.
Cockroaches.
Call them water bugs, call them Periplaneta americana Linnaeus. Call them whatever you want. They are big, ugly, and disgusting. I hate them more than any other creature.
They really like my bathroom.
This doesn’t work.
I don’t know if it’s because my bathroom is on an outside wall or if it is because the duplex has shifted and there is now an access point to my bathroom that fits roaches, or if it is because the funky 80s wallpaper is peeling a bit, but I had one in there the second night and two in there last night. That’s three too many, if you ask me.
So we’re going to talk to the landlord and I’m sure he’ll take care of it.
I was thinking about it last night, and I was wondering why the Sovereign G-d couldn’t just keep them from coming into the house. I mean, He created them to clean up the earth, right? They serve a purpose and that’s fine. But I clean my bathroom. I don’t need roaches to do it. So why can’t He just keep them out of the house for us? Is there some great lesson that He wants to teach me or Becky that involves good old American cockroaches?
Apparently there is.
As I was dozing on the bus this morning, visualizing cockroaches crawling around in a white vast space (I really, really hate them) with their clingy legs, their long antennae waving and the sound they make when the brush against things (shudder), a song came on my ipod and the lyrics caught my attention.
“Arms of Love” by Kutless
I sing a simple song of love
To my Savior, to my Jesus.
I’m grateful for the things You’ve done,
My loving Savior, my precious Jesus.
My heart is glad that You’ve called me Your own.
There’s no place I’d rather be than
In Your arms of love,
In Your arms of love.
Holding me still, holding me near,
In Your arms of love.
Somehow, the Holy Spirit made a connection in my brain between me whining to G-d about cockroaches and being thankful for all He has done for me.
Sent His son to be beaten, flogged, humiliated, tortured, and brutally murdered so that I could live forever in fellowship with G-d.
Reached down into the depths of my own personal hell (severe depression) and pulled me out, setting me on solid ground in broad daylight where I had a chance of actually getting through the day without killing myself.
Changed my heart and taught me how to forgive, how to move on, how to love Him, myself and others. Taught me that His love for me defines my worth and value, and that the world can go fly a kite.
Placed me within a community of believers who have and continue to support me, encourage me, love me, and teach me. Gave me spiritual parents, brothers and sisters. I am not alone, and I am not lonely.
Brought a wonderful man into my life who has taught me and helped me grow just by being his wonderful self. I’ve learned more from him that I have from anyone else. Thanks for being who G-d made you to be, Dom.
Gave me the ability and opportunity to make wealth so that I would have money to secure housing, food, clothing, etc.
Gave me two of the best girlfriends anyone could ask for. Ladies, you know who you are, and whether you believe or not, I believe you are both divine gifts. You’d have to know where I was before I met you to understand, I think.
Showed me what is in my heart, what my desires are, what my gifts and talents are, and what direction I should go in.
So what’s the lesson?
Heh.
I’m arrogant, selfish, demanding, forgetful, ungrateful, and conceited.
Ok, G-d. I’m getting used the fact that You teach me things by whatever means necessary because You love me, you have a plan for my life, and You know what I am capable of becoming by your grace, mercy and power. You got my attention.
Today, I will be thankful for everything You’ve done, and I’ll be thankful that You hold me and guide every step I make because You love me unconditionally.
Because when it comes down to it, I’d much rather choose being in a right relationship with You than a home that is pest free. Do what You will, Lord, just don’t stop teaching me these lessons. They are more valuable than anything this world could offer me.
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