I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas Tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is ....
Well I just don't know.
I wish I did, but I don't.
Do any of you out there in blogland have any idea what I could want for Christmas?
Monday, December 25, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Green Eggs and Ham
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Anyone remember this Story???
Well, as some of you poignantly remember a couple of months back, I had this ham in my fridge. It was a good honey roasted ham smothered in orange demi-glaze sauce. I served it at a dinner party for Easter for 30 of my good friends. The only problem was that we didn't finish the ham.
So there is sat in my fridge for a couple of days....
The days moved on to weeks....
Which then dragged into months....
Yes, I know. Months.
So I'm sure you guys are wondering "Jamie, why didn't you just throw the ham away?" Well. I'm not sure. At the beginning I was just lazy and then in the later months, it became a sort of comfort image to know that I could go home, open my fridge and see my ham.
Needless to say, two of my close friends eventually confronted me with the moldy ham. And due to an intervention, they threw it down the garbage shoot.
Fast forward to oh, let's say a week ago.
I made an egg casserole for work. And my co-workers didn't finish it. So I carried the casserole back to my car.
I kinda forgot about it. I mean it was sitting on the floor of my car and covered with a towel. So yesterday as I got in my freezing cold car, I put the heat on full blast.
Remember the degenerating eggs on the front passenger floor?
Well, let's just say gagging ensued. And I spent the rest of my 20 minute drive to work and the 30 minute drive back without heat.
So, you will all be proud to know that I threw the green eggs away... All by myself.
I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Anyone remember this Story???
Well, as some of you poignantly remember a couple of months back, I had this ham in my fridge. It was a good honey roasted ham smothered in orange demi-glaze sauce. I served it at a dinner party for Easter for 30 of my good friends. The only problem was that we didn't finish the ham.
So there is sat in my fridge for a couple of days....
The days moved on to weeks....
Which then dragged into months....
Yes, I know. Months.
So I'm sure you guys are wondering "Jamie, why didn't you just throw the ham away?" Well. I'm not sure. At the beginning I was just lazy and then in the later months, it became a sort of comfort image to know that I could go home, open my fridge and see my ham.
Needless to say, two of my close friends eventually confronted me with the moldy ham. And due to an intervention, they threw it down the garbage shoot.
Fast forward to oh, let's say a week ago.
I made an egg casserole for work. And my co-workers didn't finish it. So I carried the casserole back to my car.
I kinda forgot about it. I mean it was sitting on the floor of my car and covered with a towel. So yesterday as I got in my freezing cold car, I put the heat on full blast.
Remember the degenerating eggs on the front passenger floor?
Well, let's just say gagging ensued. And I spent the rest of my 20 minute drive to work and the 30 minute drive back without heat.
So, you will all be proud to know that I threw the green eggs away... All by myself.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Surrender
to yield (something) to the possession or power of another; deliver up possession of on demand or under duress....
I don't know why most Christian songs sing about how sweet it is. It's not sweet at all. In fact, it sucks. You are giving up something under duress or at least not giving it up of your own volition.
Think about generals surrendering in war. Did they really want to do it? No, but they had to because it was between either that and death.
It's a struggle.
It's not fun.
It's not sweet.
It's not great.
But it is needed at times.... When it's either that or death.
I don't know why most Christian songs sing about how sweet it is. It's not sweet at all. In fact, it sucks. You are giving up something under duress or at least not giving it up of your own volition.
Think about generals surrendering in war. Did they really want to do it? No, but they had to because it was between either that and death.
It's a struggle.
It's not fun.
It's not sweet.
It's not great.
But it is needed at times.... When it's either that or death.
Friday, December 01, 2006
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