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If anyone is a Firefly or Serenity Brown Coat out there, make yourself known. I haven't been so into a show since SATC, but this one has me hooked. I love the stories, the wit, the sarcasm and the character developement. You're going to hear about this show in future posts, but that's only because I want all of you to love it the way I do. Embrace the geekiness of getting into a sci-fi fantasy realm, where the crew will make you laugh, cry and groan.

Last night we were watching Out of Gas - which is an episode that goes into the history of how most of the crew met and came aboard. We already had an episode dedicated to how Simon, River and Shepherd Book landed on Serenity, so it was nice to get some more background on the rest of them. Out of Gas really made me appreciate Kaylee's genius - as she just has a natural aptitude for mechanics. If you never saw this episode, you might assume that she trained to repair ships, but in fact, she just knows how to fix them without batting an eye. She's so sweet (as long as you ignore how Mal originally discovered her) and she seems so innocent, but them out of nowhere you see a woman in her and that woman makes outrageous statements. Kaylee is someone that I would be friends with - and not just because we were stuck on a ship together. I admire intelligent people who do not put airs, but shock the heck out of you when they show their brilliance.

I will only have 14 episodes of Firefly and one movie to think about, as the show has been cancelled, but I imagine that someday our DVD collection will resemble the ship, Serenity - tore-up plenty, but they'll still fly true.

Y'all stay shiny, now.


nothing to say, but that...

I told you Kevin would be voted off American Idol.

I think that Bucky should be the next one out on that show.

I am so tired and frustrated today, but I am getting more done than usual.

I am looking forward to 24, tonight.

I am fearfully awaiting my birthday, which will be the last of my twenties.

I want to go to Disneyland for our second anniversary.

I cannot make any travel decisions until I hear back from our accountant.

I am scared that I am going to lose my dad before he ever meets my children.

I am not doing so well in my daily Bible readings.

I am just "blah" today.


justin - skip this one

My husband loathes American Idol - thus the warning. If it weren't for TiVo, I probablly would, too. Thankfully, with the click of a button, I am through a 2 hour show in under an hour. In addition to skipping commericals, I have a "Shut-up, Ryan Seacrest" button. That dude can go on and on.

I am INTO IT this year. I can't decided who I want to win, yet. I know who I think should be gone (*cough* Bucky *cough* Kevin) when compared to the rest of them. Kelly bugs me. She's sweet and cute with her "cala-maw-reee" and "I'm a mink" but her singing is hit or miss with me. Paris has an amazing singing voice, but she just cannot answer questions direccted at her on stage. Listen to her next week, it's weird.

I circled my favorites and x-ed out my least favorites, but the question mark people I think have not set their fate, just yet. However, I am shoked that niether Kevin nor Bucky were in the bottom 3 last week. That just doesn't make any sense. I'm sure votefortheworst.com is serving it's purpose this year, as it did last year.

Does anyone else in the blogo-sphere have an opionion on all of this? Please share!


what to do when...

Someone in your extended family, and I won't name names, hits on another member of your family. (Side note for your own relief: they are not blood-related in any way.)

We'll call the hitter Bob, and the hittee Emma.

Bob is always trying to pick-up on my friends, cousins and basically anything female that breathes and moves. I mean, seriously, the guy is a walking pick-up line. However, Bob manages to hide it behind a hard-to-read smoke screen of jokes and discreet innuendos. So, lately he has been emailing a close friend and relative of mine, Emma. I find it mildly amusing, because he has no chance with her, but I also find it unsettling. I mean, why would anyone turn to their family when they're out of people to hit on? Bob really has one outstanding quality - his sense of humor. But as I told Justin at dinner: funny will get you far, but it won't get you into your family's pants.

That could be the oddest thing I have ever said - lately. For an odder statement, I'll mention my friend, Jewel, a bathtub and how they all fit together at a later date.

In the meantime, y'all stay shiny, now.


honey's birthday

Happy Birthday to my hubby! The bestest in the whole wide world!


the cornish game hen

When I was growing up, it was a big deal in our house to have Cornish Game Hens for dinner. I mean, it was special. It was put on your Sunday shoes and a mind-your-manners sort of affair.

About 2 years ago, I thought it would be a nice gesture to cook them for Justin, who was my fiance then. I took out the fancy cookbook and made a delishish meal. I labored over those birds for hours. After my labor produced a lovely meal, I set the table, lit the candles, cued the romantic music and placed the food on the table. In the flickering candlelight, the hens nesteled in their Corningware, reminded me of naked baby chickens. I don't know why, but it really made me upset. I should have kept that thought to myself, because the minute I said something Justin burst out laughing. Then, for reasons unbeknownst to me, he began to make one of the hens dance. This made me cry. Really, really cry. I felt so sorry for the poor, dead baby bird and couldn't eat it. I still can't today and I'm totally not even a vegetarian.


cold fish handshake

Have you ever shook someone's hand and it was like holding onto a cold, dead fish? What is that all about? What's going on in someone's mind that they won't at least attempt a grip? It seriously gives me the shivers. It's like, "Oh hello, here's my hand, but I'm not sure there's any life in my body." Gross. Please tell me none of my dear bloggers out there have this silly handshake.

However, I can't decide what creeps me out more - the cold, dead fish or the handshaker that doesn't let go.


listen to my son

Peter said to Jesus, "Rabbi, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters - one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah." (He did not know what to say, they were so frightened.) Then a cloud appeared and enveloped them, and a voice came from the cloud: "This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to him!" Mark 9:5-7

This little story is so telling of how the disciples really had to grow into greatness for God. Peter, James and John follow Jesus up this mountain - not really sure what he's up to. I'm sure part of them was always curious just to see what Jesus would do next. Then, weird stuff happens - Jesus' clothing turned blinding white and suddenly Moses and Elijah appear. Surely the disciples thought this was their next journey with Jesus. It was scary to them, I guess building a shelter made the most sense to Peter. But Jesus didn't ask them to do anything. God intervened, simply telling them to do what Jesus says. If that isn't simple life instruction from our Creator, I don't know what is. Those instructions, if followed to the tee, can take you all the way to the foot of the throne. Just keep your eye on Jesus, listen to him and do what he says - forget the rest.

When I feel like I'm not sure where my spiritual journey is headed, I can be like Peter - wanting to stop my journey to do something else, like building a shelter. Basically, I find myself on a me-path, doing my thing - pretending it's for God. But the thing is that sometimes Jesus doesn't ask me to do that. I'm sure he thinks I'm wasting my time, and I am - if I'm not listening to him. Sometimes fear drives me to my own agenda - just like Peter - fear and uncertainty. But what I should be doing is listening. Sometimes we don't get any direction until we just stop and listen. Even if I feel I'm doing things for God, I have to stop and make sure that I'm listening to Jesus.

For those of you wondering why I keep posting this stuff - it's because sometimes in my daily reading, something moves me and I want to share it. No explanation. Just a blogger with something on her mind. Even if she only blogs once a week.