Ifs can come true.

Sometimes I've been asked, "What's you're favorite scripture?" Which is ridiculous... But IF I had one, Galatians 2:20 would be pretty close. Pretty darn.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.

Really!?...I mean really now

So I was talking with some women from my apartment complex and mentioned how I'm a feminist. I mean, I don't have t-shirts or think about it all the time, but I believe we are just as powerful as men and I expect a lot (if not more) of us.
One girl in the room said, "Really? Your a feminist? That's funny. I'm not. I think everything we do we suck at. Men are just better at stuff. Sports, teaching, business... We women fail at everything. Men are better at everything. I know, it's sad, but it's true."


Oh. OoooH. Oho-HO! I wish you had been there. The rest of us girls in the room at first didn't know what to say. Literally, Carly said, "I don't even know what to say to that."

After resetting my jaw and processing her words, I said a few things like, "Well you know behind every great man is a great(er) woman. And I understand what you're saying, but I think a lot of the successes and things we DO accomplish aren't widely known or publicized. When we fail, it's expected or heralded. When we succeed, nobody hears about it..."

She didn't say much or really consider what I said. She just kept her eyes down, shrugged and restated her senseless, immature position.

Shortly after of course, I was still thinking about it, "Hey, what was she saying about ME? I don't suck! And if she really believes that, why doesn't she just drop out of school and let a man do everything for her!?" 

...Food for thought

Back from the dead

(Imagine silence. And theeeeeen...)

Hello.

Yea, I know it's been a while. I feel even worse that the memory I left of myself seemed busy, hurried, stressed, and considerably less than chipper.  But you know, after about 36 hours of college life, it was all pretty much up hill. Seriously, things were/are great. That's why you didn't hear from me (for you know that most of us--sorry, you're right. I shouldn't point at you--I really don't take time to talk or write unless I have something to complain about)

But no more!

I'm back, considerably chipper and feeling random...

"Extra virgin olive oil" 

Extra virgin?

... Really fellas?

* * *

"So what made you come back?"

Well lemme tell ya

Remember how I get inspired really easily? Seriously, if I could get my body to act half as fast as it takes my spirit to get inspired . . . I'd be a goddess by now. 

Anyway, so remember that? Well, the other day I was reading my friends' blogs (which I follow), and I was just really impressed and wanted to write to... get out. 

Write to get out? 

Hm...yes

Aaaaaand because I lost my journal, I'm here for the time being. 

"For the time being." You know, now that I look at it, that phrase doesn't seem to fit into itself. 

Yup...the random is back

feels good

MaMo