[the stupidest problem]

Dear America/world,

If you could stop making all foods by adding unnecessary ingredients like stupid sugar and stupid yeast and vinegar and other great things I can't pronounce, which makes me just supremely positive they must be super healthy. If you could stop growing animals into mutants by adding things that make my body hate you, like antibiotics and hormones. And if you could stop being overall and in general eaters of all things crappy and go ahead and start being realistic about the state of the food you are trying to sell us, that would be awesome.

Because then maybe you would quit selling me poison labeled "CHEESE PUFFFFFSSSSS EAAAAAT MEEEEEE!" and make actual food. It would be labeled "Hey...I'm just food. I am not trying to be all jazzy and cool. I just make you feel awesome...and also I make your body work right. It's pretty cool, I guess."

Because then I could eat something other than rabbit food for every meal every single day. Since it would no longer contain said unnecessary ingredients and such.

just a small request...

for the stupidest problem ever. (this said only because I acknowledge that there are greater problems in the world than this one.)

love cait

why I suck at blogging....

I have always been about ten steps behind the times. To any onlooker, I look normal enough.

I finally caved to skinny jeans, I cut my hair regularly, I have even been known to shower from time to time. All that being said...there is a dark side to my seemingly average life.

I didn't get a cell phone until I was *gasp* 16 years old. And I didn't even have texting until I was graduated from college...which was only two years ago. I didn't get my license at  16, and I wasn't allowed to color my hair until high school.

I didn't even get a blog until after I started college.

Needless to say, I was always about 1 step behind everyone else my age.

Sometimes, it makes me feel like a caveman, because I scour the internet where my other friends tweet, text, update, facebook, and blog like champs. Their life is all put together and decked out in GAP and other adult clothing. They have regular photo albums and awesome blog thoughts that change the world everyday. They are probably super popular too, if you counted popularity by how many people follow their twitter. I start to feel like I missed the boat...again. And all I have to offer technology is the drool coming from my mouth and my body sweat, both attributed to my jealousy and the stress it causes me to realize that I am failing as a human.

It's like there is a competition for who can be the most connected and best updater...and frankly I am not sure I even qualified to enter this race. But I am sucked in nonetheless simply because of my age.

Somedays I get really brave and attempt to do things that are technological. That help me stay connected, hip, cool, and trendy. Like the other day when I started a second blog. Or when I got a twitter for my photography. I am not sure why I think adding more to my life means I will actually follow through with it. I think maybe I have convinced myself that if I feel more pressure I will preform better in the blog awards, or something. Like I will feel more legitimate about myself if I know I have written about my life that day, or tweeted where I am eating dinner, or who I am with. And I get really excited......because I think maybe finally I have found the key to staying up to date with technology, just pressuring myself into it. A twisted peer pressure.

That lasts for about 5 minutes. Because then I realize my life is boring, and also no one else is as interested in me or thinks I am as funny as I think I am. And I go through instant bloggers/tweeters/facebookers/emailers block.

I also think of about 50 other things I would rather be doing, than blogging/tweeting/facebooking/emailing. Like reading. Or talking to another person. Or eating some good food. Or staring at my dogs. Or making a craft. Or stalking people on facebook.

So then I do those things and I feel great about my decision. The only problem is, I get to the stalking people on facebook like a crazed fan part, and a twinge of guilt settles into my stomach. At first I think I am hungry again. Or perhaps a burrito was a bad idea. But that little twinge starts to grow into full throttle shame that, even at the age of 24, I can't seem to actually follow through with things.

Things that my fellow twenty-somethings seem to have mastered with ease and talent. Crap. How do people do it? So my guilt and shame grow just enough that I update a picture or two...only because I feel bad, I finally email that person back (even though I have been thinking about it non-stop...I just haven't sat down to actually do the responsible adult thing) and I update my blog with something useless about my life.

Sort of like this.

So although I wish I was responsible, tech savvy, and excellent at follow through...I am pretty sure I can go ahead and nominate myself for the suckiest blogger award. And win by a landslide.

tolerance and love.

In a world where tolerance is the new definition of love...

How can we as Christians portray the healing and healthy love of Christ to those who don't understand it?

And what is more, how do we as Christians not fall prey to the lie that love means tolerating others choices, or even supporting all their choices, but still ACTUALLY love them despite?

...whew...this is hard work...

Share your thoughts?

If anything has ever described...

I can't stop laughing at this post I just found at http://sortacrunchy.typepad.com/sortacrunchy/

This post is for Stephanie Norwood (and me...because it is literally us in every way) I need to find this lady and be her best friend, because clearly she stole my diary:

"WARNING: The person you are meeting, speaking to, reading, or emailing is most often experienced by others as flaky.

She operates in the world of The Big Picture, and therefore details often fall off of her radar screen. 

She will most likely:

1) Read your email and need to think on a response.  She will then forget to email you the response, even though she has spent a good deal of time thinking about it.

2) Hear your prayer concern and feel a great deal of empathy for you and your situation.  She will probably think about you for days, praying for you often as you come to mind.  She will, however, neglect to tell you this.

3) Recognize that you are going through a difficult time and think of no less than a dozen elaborate and thoughtful ways to minister to you in your need.  She will probably act on none of these ideas, even though she has given them all a great deal of thought.

4) Be your biggest supporter and cheerleader at the beginning of a project.  Her enthusiasm will eventually fizzle.  She is distracted easily by shiny things.  Going the distance is not her strong suit.

5) Agree to read and review your newest book or project.  Weeks will pass before a review is finally published.  This does not mean that she did not love your project; on the contrary, she probably loved it so much that she feels her review of your work must be absolutely perfect before she can publish it.  She is often crushed by the weight of her own standards which propels her directly into inaction accompanied by guilt.

6) Interrupt you.  Her mind is constantly making connections, often at a speed which outpaces human speech and good manners.

7) Astound you with her incredible clumsiness.  This may or may not be related to her personality type, but you should have fair warning nonetheless.

8) Start a multitude of projects and finish few.

9) Not take criticism well.  She is keenly aware of her shortcomings and imperfections, always hyper-aware of the ways her outward actions don't meet her inner standards.  When those imperfections are recognized by others, it can be crippling.

10) Personify capriciousness, fickleness, moodiness, and procrastination.  She is also prone to being driven by her feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings.  

If you have the great misfortune of partnering with her on a project or serving as her editor, please know that she will accomplish absolutely nothing without a deadline.  Be assured, however, that she rarely misses deadlines altogether as she is capable of intense micro-focus and dedicated energy as a deadline approaches. 

Finally, if you are counting on her to take an action of some sort, she will probably disappoint you.  And even if you aren't actually disappointed with her, she probably thinks that you are."

I am thinking of making this my signature at the end of every email. What do you think?

love cait.