11/04/2009
11/01/2009
10/18/2009
10/05/2009
9/25/2009
9/24/2009
The Real Church of the South
is college ball.
The question isn't what pew you warm on Sunday, it's who will you be rooting for AFTER church?
Real Southern Ladies talk softly, get their nails done weekly, and scream like banshees for Georgia Tech.
1. Let's be real. I don't really care about football. I do like things that bring people together and get their spirits up.
2. It's a good excuse to hang out and make copious quantities of chicken wings.
3. If I cared, I would most assuredly be a UGA fan. Something about little Ugga XXXII warms my heart. Georgia Tech fans always strike me as a bit pretentious. Engineer degree? You can design a field, but honey, can you run it?
4. Let's be real. I am not a Southern Lady (more a mule than a peach). I like "down home" folks, and if football is a part of that, bring it on! However, if I have to *love* football to be a part of your circle of friends, save my invitation to your birthday party.
Playing > Watching. Love. Sun.
Aubrey
The question isn't what pew you warm on Sunday, it's who will you be rooting for AFTER church?
Real Southern Ladies talk softly, get their nails done weekly, and scream like banshees for Georgia Tech.
1. Let's be real. I don't really care about football. I do like things that bring people together and get their spirits up.
2. It's a good excuse to hang out and make copious quantities of chicken wings.
3. If I cared, I would most assuredly be a UGA fan. Something about little Ugga XXXII warms my heart. Georgia Tech fans always strike me as a bit pretentious. Engineer degree? You can design a field, but honey, can you run it?
4. Let's be real. I am not a Southern Lady (more a mule than a peach). I like "down home" folks, and if football is a part of that, bring it on! However, if I have to *love* football to be a part of your circle of friends, save my invitation to your birthday party.
Playing > Watching. Love. Sun.
Aubrey
9/21/2009
I just wasn't raised like that
Yo Mama was.
Why is it everyone seems to think they are flawless drivers?
(Listen Pancakes, you roll through Stop Signs, too).
Why is it everyone seems to think they were raised in The Perfect Way?
(Listen Buckwheat, you leave cereal crumbs on the floor sometimes, too).
Let's find some Truth Serum, mirrors, specks, and logs and have a party. Only sucky drivers are invited.
Love. Sucky. Drivers.
Aubrey
Why is it everyone seems to think they are flawless drivers?
(Listen Pancakes, you roll through Stop Signs, too).
Why is it everyone seems to think they were raised in The Perfect Way?
(Listen Buckwheat, you leave cereal crumbs on the floor sometimes, too).
Let's find some Truth Serum, mirrors, specks, and logs and have a party. Only sucky drivers are invited.
Love. Sucky. Drivers.
Aubrey
9/20/2009
Another Rainy Day
I heard Michael Jackson say in his 1993 interview with Oprah Winfrey, "Art is our attempt to communicate with God." Michelangelo expressed it long before Thriller.
Maybe Art is one of God's ways to speak to us. Maybe all Art is worship . . . of something.
Filling Resevoir, Love the Dehumidifier, A House in March,
Aubrey
Maybe Art is one of God's ways to speak to us. Maybe all Art is worship . . . of something.
Filling Resevoir, Love the Dehumidifier, A House in March,
Aubrey
9/16/2009
The Case of Kinkos Catydid
I can't say I ever thought a bug was cute. When I was a kid, I thought they were squishy and fun, but nevah c u t e. Yesterday changed my mind.
I went to Kinkos to (finally!) print some copies of some photos I've been meaning to frame. It was drizzly and soupy out. The Romanian dudes next to me at the Rent-a-Puter were soaked in Axe. "What's up?" yourself.
I printed my pictures and put them under my shirt while I sprinted across the concrete lagoon to my car. I was deep in thought, planning my smoothest merge into crazy-six-o'-clock-traffic when I turned, responding to some natural awareness of eyes on me.
There was a leaf bug (or so I THOUGHT) with its head carefully cocked to one side, staring at me. Observe the following:
How did it get in my car? How could I get it OUT of my car?
Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to kill it; I couldn't "shoo" it either. So, I ignored it.
It showed up at random times over the course of the next two days--perched on the back seat, head cocked to one side.
Strange that a wild little bug could look so interested. I wonder if it thought I was a tree. Had we coexisted long enough, perhaps Catydid (yeah, I Googled it) would be Aubreyflauged.
Hmmm... and these are the days of my life. ;P
I went to Kinkos to (finally!) print some copies of some photos I've been meaning to frame. It was drizzly and soupy out. The Romanian dudes next to me at the Rent-a-Puter were soaked in Axe. "What's up?" yourself.
I printed my pictures and put them under my shirt while I sprinted across the concrete lagoon to my car. I was deep in thought, planning my smoothest merge into crazy-six-o'-clock-traffic when I turned, responding to some natural awareness of eyes on me.
There was a leaf bug (or so I THOUGHT) with its head carefully cocked to one side, staring at me. Observe the following:
How did it get in my car? How could I get it OUT of my car?
Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to kill it; I couldn't "shoo" it either. So, I ignored it.
It showed up at random times over the course of the next two days--perched on the back seat, head cocked to one side.
Strange that a wild little bug could look so interested. I wonder if it thought I was a tree. Had we coexisted long enough, perhaps Catydid (yeah, I Googled it) would be Aubreyflauged.
Hmmm... and these are the days of my life. ;P
9/12/2009
The Fog
Ok,
I guess it's time to start blogging again!
Three months of work, sleep, weird dreams, new park, new friends, dates, de-humidifiers, furniture refinishing, one red dress, and a rocking chair later, I've come to a few conclusions:
1. Trucks are better. They can do everything a car can, but more. My next car will be a truck. A cute one, of course.
2. The amount of time people are a part of my life is not at all proportional to their impact. Some people seem to affect me in concentrated doses.
3. Life really is sweeter having shared my heart.
Cozy. TN. Birthday.
I guess it's time to start blogging again!
Three months of work, sleep, weird dreams, new park, new friends, dates, de-humidifiers, furniture refinishing, one red dress, and a rocking chair later, I've come to a few conclusions:
1. Trucks are better. They can do everything a car can, but more. My next car will be a truck. A cute one, of course.
2. The amount of time people are a part of my life is not at all proportional to their impact. Some people seem to affect me in concentrated doses.
3. Life really is sweeter having shared my heart.
Cozy. TN. Birthday.
8/14/2009
7/13/2009
Day Six and Heading Out
I just had a great weekend with Kelly! :) She has such great ideas. It was mischief and hanging out and exercise.
P90x is kicking my tail. I wonder if I'll be in a constant state of soreness for 3 months. The hardest so far have been the pull ups and wall squats. Plyometrics and Yoga were pretty tough, too. Downward dog is a beast disguised as a . . . beast.
So, I'm headed out for a week in Colorado! Pics to come.
Love, Truth, Hugs,
Aubrey
P90x is kicking my tail. I wonder if I'll be in a constant state of soreness for 3 months. The hardest so far have been the pull ups and wall squats. Plyometrics and Yoga were pretty tough, too. Downward dog is a beast disguised as a . . . beast.
So, I'm headed out for a week in Colorado! Pics to come.
Love, Truth, Hugs,
Aubrey
7/08/2009
Day One of P90x
July 8 - October 5
So, I saw the infomercial just over a month ago and started checking out YouTube and blogs to see what people had to say about p90x. What I found was a network of people with changed lives. I know that the condition of my body and my level of physical activity impacts my spiritual and emotional lives, too.
Here are my goals:
--Increase flexibility
--Sweat everyday
--Break my sugar addiction (baby steps, I'm going to have a dark chocolate reward per day, so I don't break down and chase the HagenDaz truck)
--Increase core strength, thereby improving my posture
--Do ONE pull up (aim high, I know...I'm at a 1/4 pull up today) :p
--Know that I can push myself and achieve a big goal! :)
I'm not posting my before pics until I have updated pics...at least at
Ooook, I have a feeling today is going to tear me up. Chest & Back and Ab Ripper X.
Time to bring it!
Day 1, Time to get real, love,
Aubs
So, I saw the infomercial just over a month ago and started checking out YouTube and blogs to see what people had to say about p90x. What I found was a network of people with changed lives. I know that the condition of my body and my level of physical activity impacts my spiritual and emotional lives, too.
Here are my goals:
--Increase flexibility
--Sweat everyday
--Break my sugar addiction (baby steps, I'm going to have a dark chocolate reward per day, so I don't break down and chase the HagenDaz truck)
--Increase core strength, thereby improving my posture
--Do ONE pull up (aim high, I know...I'm at a 1/4 pull up today) :p
--Know that I can push myself and achieve a big goal! :)
I'm not posting my before pics until I have updated pics...at least at
Ooook, I have a feeling today is going to tear me up. Chest & Back and Ab Ripper X.
Time to bring it!
Day 1, Time to get real, love,
Aubs
7/06/2009
6/26/2009
Paradise Lost
From Philip Yancey's work with Dr. Brand...
It's interesting how much of the world fights against medical plagues like
malaria
dengue fever
polio
leprosy
etc.
People in those societies might think, "If we could just get rid of these things, we'd be in paradise."
In the U.S., we have essentially eliminated the list above. The US list would be
tobacco-related cancers and illnesses
obesity
drug-related conditions
STDs
It's the condition of the world is that even paradise creates its own plagues.
Hmm.
Aubrey
It's interesting how much of the world fights against medical plagues like
malaria
dengue fever
polio
leprosy
etc.
People in those societies might think, "If we could just get rid of these things, we'd be in paradise."
In the U.S., we have essentially eliminated the list above. The US list would be
tobacco-related cancers and illnesses
obesity
drug-related conditions
STDs
It's the condition of the world is that even paradise creates its own plagues.
Hmm.
Aubrey
6/23/2009
New Game for Work
Who can be the first to use the words on this list (without misstep) in conversation at the coffee shop? I'm going to w i n!! :o)
Torpid: sluggish or numb
Pert: saucily free and forward
Scrappy: having an aggressive and determined spirit
Trappings: outward decoration or dress
Seesaw (v.): back and forth; to change one's mind
Torpid: sluggish or numb
Pert: saucily free and forward
Scrappy: having an aggressive and determined spirit
Trappings: outward decoration or dress
Seesaw (v.): back and forth; to change one's mind
6/14/2009
Fruity Dirt (still editing)
From Matthew 13 and a visit to PCBC June 14th.
The tenuous fate of scattered seeds
crash-landing somewhat haphazardly
Depends on the dirt, grounded in the earth
nurturing fruit, or spiritual loot ...
What will become of the seeds?
Seeds in the road are crushed
By the weight of cruising cars
Birds swoop down and munch on crumbs that could've been gardens
but the seed cannot see fruition
digested too early by theives
Seeds in the rocky soil produce shoots
that are spindly and weak
wither in the sun, bend in the wind
Can't hold their own weight,
let alone bear nourishing yield
Seeds in the weedy areas get taken over
by invasive species that grow quickly
and are hard to corral once they start.
The harvest is thorny commotion
The fruit is strangled and bland
I want to be faithful with the seeds. I want to produce fruit with immediate relevance and eternal consequence.
I pray for the good soil, but I can see myself as each of these others. My heart is hardened, and I don't digest the truth I hear. My heart is untilled, shallow, and filled with a thousand songs. I want to be focused, diligent, and repentant... <-----in a way that involves dancing around the living room, lots of grilling and baking, p90x, and crafting with textiles, if possible. :o) ??
laughing, fighting, living...
Aubrey
The tenuous fate of scattered seeds
crash-landing somewhat haphazardly
Depends on the dirt, grounded in the earth
nurturing fruit, or spiritual loot ...
What will become of the seeds?
Seeds in the road are crushed
By the weight of cruising cars
Birds swoop down and munch on crumbs that could've been gardens
but the seed cannot see fruition
digested too early by theives
Seeds in the rocky soil produce shoots
that are spindly and weak
wither in the sun, bend in the wind
Can't hold their own weight,
let alone bear nourishing yield
Seeds in the weedy areas get taken over
by invasive species that grow quickly
and are hard to corral once they start.
The harvest is thorny commotion
The fruit is strangled and bland
I want to be faithful with the seeds. I want to produce fruit with immediate relevance and eternal consequence.
I pray for the good soil, but I can see myself as each of these others. My heart is hardened, and I don't digest the truth I hear. My heart is untilled, shallow, and filled with a thousand songs. I want to be focused, diligent, and repentant... <-----in a way that involves dancing around the living room, lots of grilling and baking, p90x, and crafting with textiles, if possible. :o) ??
laughing, fighting, living...
Aubrey
6/12/2009
Thanks Nickel
Love is always worth the risk. Some part of my head has always known that. Some part of my heart never bought it.
Some time ago, a good friend said something like, "Aubrey, how can you love too much? Can you ever really give so much of yourself that you run out?"
People pass one another like cars on the highway. We're all vaguely considering destinations, driving tunes, and bathroom breaks. We're going different speeds, taking different routes, and waving at various traveling companions along the way.
Today, a friend who had recently started spending some time at the house with K took his life. It is surreal, unfathomable, maddening, and absolutely wasteful. These feelings are quite a jumble in me. As hard as it is to make sense of all of this, the sum of my experience with this guy is greater than the loss. I think K would say the same. That is to say, when the answer to "what's the worst that could happen?" happens, love is still worth it.
Love is exponential. The more you give, the more you have to give. The less you give, the more hardened your (my) heart becomes. Life is a gift, not a rat race. Each moment we have to know someone is a blessing. Satan is a clever bastard who knows how to twist truth into despair and pain into hopelessness. He wants to rob our lives in whatever way he can. The Lord is justice and light. He will have the final say.
My friend was right. There is no such thing as too much love. There is such a thing as too few moments. Life is too short to waste a second on anything less than 100% love for those in our lives . . . however quickly we pass on the highway.
Evil sucks. The devil is the ultimate deceiver. I want justice.
Aubrey
Some time ago, a good friend said something like, "Aubrey, how can you love too much? Can you ever really give so much of yourself that you run out?"
People pass one another like cars on the highway. We're all vaguely considering destinations, driving tunes, and bathroom breaks. We're going different speeds, taking different routes, and waving at various traveling companions along the way.
Today, a friend who had recently started spending some time at the house with K took his life. It is surreal, unfathomable, maddening, and absolutely wasteful. These feelings are quite a jumble in me. As hard as it is to make sense of all of this, the sum of my experience with this guy is greater than the loss. I think K would say the same. That is to say, when the answer to "what's the worst that could happen?" happens, love is still worth it.
Love is exponential. The more you give, the more you have to give. The less you give, the more hardened your (my) heart becomes. Life is a gift, not a rat race. Each moment we have to know someone is a blessing. Satan is a clever bastard who knows how to twist truth into despair and pain into hopelessness. He wants to rob our lives in whatever way he can. The Lord is justice and light. He will have the final say.
My friend was right. There is no such thing as too much love. There is such a thing as too few moments. Life is too short to waste a second on anything less than 100% love for those in our lives . . . however quickly we pass on the highway.
Evil sucks. The devil is the ultimate deceiver. I want justice.
Aubrey
5/28/2009
Insomnia
Sucks. I haven't slept all week. I can't sleep with...
giant moths flitting against the walls
half-asleep dreams of wandering the Siberian tundra and stopping in pseudo-Starbucks
So, I'll blog about it...yeah, that'll induce sleep...immediately.
warm milk and leaping cows are not the answer.
Even excessive exercise isn't helping!
Dear sleep, I miss you. Pllllleeease come back.
Drat. daggle. dorg.
A
giant moths flitting against the walls
half-asleep dreams of wandering the Siberian tundra and stopping in pseudo-Starbucks
So, I'll blog about it...yeah, that'll induce sleep...immediately.
warm milk and leaping cows are not the answer.
Even excessive exercise isn't helping!
Dear sleep, I miss you. Pllllleeease come back.
Drat. daggle. dorg.
A
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