This is not a post about me missing my family in California. I wish it were. It’s about the last 3 days of my life, which I have spent in the basement coughing up green stuff. I’ve been home sick.
I’ve progressively been losing my voice over the last few weeks but Thursday afternoon I woke up with NO voice. No, not a raspy morning voice, NONE. N-O-N-E. I went to say good morning to my cat, James, who so lovingly wakes me up most days around 2 or 3 by sniffing my eye with his cold, wet nose, or chewing on my hair. For those of you who don’t know, this is cat for “Mommy, wake up and pet me!” Though I push him away everytime I actually sorta like it. (Some of you are writhing in digust right now and some are like “aaaaw, how cute”.)
Anyhow, as I open my mouth to say “Morning, Booga” (“Booga” is one of the many affectionate nicknames that somehow, over the last 2 years, evolved from the word “James”….don’t ask.) , the noise that proceeds from me sounds alarmingly like the Albino from the Pit of Despair . So I go into the bathroom and start coughing and this….this thing comes out. You know the expression “hacking up a lung”? Yeah, well, I’ll spare you the details but let’s just say that I had to stop looking at it cause I felt like I was going to pass out. Aw man, this is much more Continue Reading »
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Okay, if anyone wants to be the love of my life, GET ME ONE OF THESE. *SQUEAL!* Holy tiny monkees, Batman, would you look at they’re teensy, weensy hands! Can you believe it? Wait, I know what you’re thinking…
“Pshaw. This picture is TEWtally photoshopped”
THINK AGAIN, people! Although they look like Chewbacca on growth-stunt hormones, these mini wookie look-alikes were actually born at a zoo in Sweden. They are twin albino pygmy marmosets (which is a type of monkey, in case you were wondering) Unfortunately, one of the twins died shortly after birth. (moment of silence ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………)
*sigh* First, I would like to thank God, whose genius came up with these little guys for my viewing (and hopefully eventually cuddling) pleasure. (BTW if they are genetically altered that’s fine with me, all I care about is that they’re ALIVE!)
Friends, if I’m not at the Nightwatch tomorrow it’s because I squealed myself to death. Oh what a sweet departure!
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“I am afraid of being less than awesome.”
This phrase quickly and easily summarizes the last year of my life here at the International House of Prayer, Kansas City. Through a series of events I found myself repeatedly face to face with a gross realization. One that paralyzed me and made me never want to talk, sing, pray or interact with another human being ever again. It was the inevitability of failure (according to MY definition of failure, of course). It REALLY hit me whe Continue Reading »
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