Post for Emma

At the moment, my life is yelling at me from every possible corner of my consciousness, my stomach is cramping from choices I must make, and my head spinning from the sheer velocity with which time is passing me by. I am on the edge of joyfulness, between the Rock of Frustration and the Hard Place of Discontentment. I want to look for a miracle, but can't even open my eyes to search. Oh well, I tell myself, you'll get over it.

So here's the question: Do I simply enjoy life in denial for the moment? Or face reality and punch it in the nose? Hmm. Another question: Since it is my reality, would I be punching myself in nose?

Anyway, moving on.

So, music. Right now I am listening to the most beautiful CD, Beyond, William Joseph. Now if only I had a large hardwood floor ballroom, a gorgeous gown and NO PIMPLES, I could imagine myself to be a dancer. I love to dance. It is the closest to flying that I've ever come. I don't tire very soon when I dance, even if the opposite is true when I strive to clean my room. With dancing there is no explaining, just movement. I love to dance when there is no outcome demanded I cannot fulfill. Unlike other expects of my life, which seem impossible. But, if you believe nothing is impossible with God, I suppose there's no excuse, is there?

Now, I never thought I was one of those girls that didn't want Prince Charming until they became Princess Smart and Successful, but, while certainly not a feminist, I believe my own two feet are feeling rather independent lately. But, in the words of Bilbo Baggins:

"It's a dangerous business, going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Blueberry Cottage Cheese pancakes?

Sounds great, right?

Well. I thought they would be. But no, they are soggy, mushy, and slimy. Good flavor, what does that matter when the texture resembles the contents of a London diner dumpster? And no, I don't go dumpster diving, so I really wouldn't know.

Has anyone else ever noticed that almost everything in life is a metaphor for life? Everything from bungee jumping to cauliflower, to making blueberry pancakes, to trying on a size 12 pair of Walmart jeans that are too small, and a size 8 Target jeans that are too big. I love Target.

In short, which all my posts seem to be, because I cannot conscious blabbing/blogging ad nauseum when I don't blog very interestingly, life is life, we are in life, blueberry pancakes are like life, and I like life, thanks to Jesus who gave me life!

That made perfect sense. Right?

Swing, swing, swing!!

I've discovered something. Whenever this happens I usually get excited. And I am excited! I have discovered that I love Big Band music. All of it! Well, most of it. I haven't listened to it all yet. What I have heard is spunky, rhythmic, lively, and yes, while some songs may be slightly cacophonous, it is nevertheless a melodious cacophony. One good ole brass blast gets my toes to tapping and my fingers itching to slap on some fire-engine-red lipstick.

Now where did I leave my two-tone wingtip oxfords?

Well. . .

So, this is me. Blogging for all the world to see, but I don't think anyone's looking. And if they are, how could I know? Unless they leave a comment of course, but I don't think I'm very interesting yet, so people probably won't be compelled to leave a comment.

News and various other senseless comments:

Laundry is a party that never starts without you.

I'm hungry.

That's it for now.