I live in a wonderful wonderful place.
82 and humid in Brooklyn today.
I hear it snowed in utah.
I feel bad. Well, kinda..
Not really.
I'm off to the park to sit under a shady tree and read.
I will watch all the hipsters dance with their boomboxes
and animal masks on like I saw last week.
I am also the proud owner of a library card,
which has quickly turned into a love affair.
sunday will come
Excerpts from "Sunday Will Come"
by Joseph B. Wirthlin
"On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind."
"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."
"The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours?"
thank you rachel for posting!
by Joseph B. Wirthlin
"On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind."
"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."
"The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours?"
thank you rachel for posting!
myspace bathroom awesomeness
Thoughts running through your mind:
+Myspace bathroom pic?
+Awkward hip-to-hand ratio?
+The gurrl needs a iphone.
I thought everyone in NY had one?
Did she take this picture with a ghetto full slide out keyboard phone?
I was thinking the exact same thing. I bet we were thinking it at the exact same time and both had some sort of brain wave thingy. Or do you just practice legilimency in your spare time?
Either way I completely agree with all of these thoughts you are having.
I just felt the need to share with you my deep love for the doctors coat I wear at work.
the.end.
p.s. If this were one of those blogs that gives you tips on how to motivate and improve your life I would tell you this:
I find that life is 10 bazillion bajillion times better when I use harry potter references at every presented opportunity.
doooooooooo it.
p.p.s I'm not quite sure why I love this song. Maybe it's because the combination between Rye Rye's voice, clothes, and dance moves puts me in a state of bliss everytime I watch it. Or maybe it's the fact that this was filmed just a few streets away from where I live and I feel some her awesomeness blowing through the air when i set outside.
high-fiving a million angels
This is how i feel when I look at my bank account
and my tax returns just appear there.
Iphone??
Vacation home??
..Savings?
I'm afraid the responsible adult side of me is slowly attacking my body.
For now and until i decide I will keep running around singing this
while staring at my bank account.
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