All of the Good That Won't Come Out of Me

I decided that from now on I'm only going to make out with people who give blood. This is in addition to my "i only make out with liberals" rule, and I actually think this one is much more important. If you can't give blood for medical reasons, that's one thing, but if you're just being a pussy about it, that's not ok with me. I've never heard a valid argument for it! Give me one and I might think about putting you on the "ok to make out with" list, but I'm going to go ahead and tell you, I don't think it's likely.
It's such a simple act of kindness, and it's good for you too! I mean, not physically, but there's something about literally giving of yourself that should be experienced. Saving someone's life kids- that's kind of a big deal. And, sure, if you don't give blood, someone else will, and chances are, no one will die if you don't give blood. Unless, of course, everyone decides to take your shitty and selfish attitude about it.
If you're scared, I'll go with you. I'll hold your hand. I'll buy you lunch! I'll be your best friend, and you'll be my hero.

It Came to Me Then That Every Plan Is a Tiny Prayer to Father Time.

i miss my friends. :(

Fall on Your Knees

Midnight mass is my favorite. I really like the Episcopal service, and this priest and his homily were incredible. Then we all lit candles and sang silent night, it was pretty much adorable. I love slow christmas songs so so much because they remind me of lullabies, and that really makes me think of baby Jesus. (don't worry kids, this isn't about to turn into major corniness)
But so many times I've really thought that the whole Christ-story is so silly. But on nights like tonight, I really really get the meaning behind it. Like, it happened when it did, but Christ could've just as easily been born in 2005. Time's not really relievant, you know?
The point is, the world is hurting and crying and feeling like this is all for nothing, and if the stars are nothing but burning gas then what's the point anyway? And so you feel like you're being absolurely smothered by the darkness, and what does God do? He doesn't just turn on the sun and BLAST out the darkness like some kind of super hero. He doesn't turn on the runway lights or build a bon fire.

He lights a candle.

I mean, of all things, God sends a baby. A baby? Pretty much the most frail thing I can think of. You don't look at a baby and feel protected or saved. You look at a baby, and YOU feel love for HIM. And there's the hope, ladies and gentlemen: you can feel love.
And there's when I get lost in Christianity. The point of the story isn't that God lit a fire for anyone, the point of the story is that there is fire at all! And whether it's real, or made up, or silly, I couldn't tell you. Maybe anyone could be Christ if we just looked at his life closely enough.

A baby- a BABY- can you imagine? You look at a newborn baby, and I don't care if he's the Christchild or not, all you want to do is love him and protect him. Good lord, the world is saved all over again every single day.

I hope everyone goes to sleep feeling warm and loved tonight. I hope everyone listens to "Oh Holy Night" at least once this Christmas, and gets chills at the"fall on your knees" part. I hope everyone has a merry christmas, and if you don't celebrate christmas, then that's fine, and I hope you still get the point.

Said the Trapeze Act Was Wonderful

This must be the 425,667,357 blog site I've created. Ladies and gentlemen, my pre-new year's resolution: I will update this one at least semi-regularly. We'll see.
I'm not going to take the time to get you up to speed on my life- chances are, if you're reading this, you know me, and if not, you're just going to have to use context clues. I think you're smart enough to do that.
So today is Christmas Eve eve, and my family just put up our decorations yesterday. Why so late? It's not that we're all procrastinators really, it's just that hard to get everyone here together. And we can ONLY put up decorations when everyone's here. Why? Because that's the way it's always been. This happens to be pretty much the worst reason to ever do anything, EXCEPT when it comes to Christmas.

Christmas = stability.

According to me. NOw, you might think that, given my Southern heritage, I'm one of those people who just doesn't like change at all, but that's just not true. It's just that the way I see it, that's kind of the point of Christmas.
No so much Jesus, but Mary and Joseph certainly abandonned whatever neat little castles in the sky they were planning, I mean, surely Mary wanted kids and maybe a dog and whit picket fence? or maybe she was a revolutionary, and wanted to shun society and no have children? pursue a career? travel? Either way, the first Christmas had to be the very definition of tumultuous. I mean, they had no precedent to follow. There was no one Mary could go to and say, "So, how did YOU deal with the savior of the world when he was teething?"
So, today, we have a Christmas agenda- a precedent for each scenario. We KNOW where the tree goes up, and who puts up which special ordament. We know whose presents we are responsible for, and what amount we are to spend. We know where we go Christmas Eve and what time we wake up Christmas morning. We drink egg nog and Bloody Marys. We eat cheese straws and have oyster casserol at supper. WE ALL HELP DECORATE. and that's the way it has to be.
Which is why we did not put up decoratons til yesterday. Oh, and we pretend to be functional while we do it! well, except mom, she needs to work on that part. or actually she might be the only one who actually has to pretend.

Either way, Merry Chistmas kids.