We made about 18 muffins, 7 cookies (6 normal, 1 giant cookie).

Here are some pictures:

Overall, the experience helped us realize that we could save a lot of money on snack food this year if we just bought baking ingredients and spent time in Aniket's apartment.

The muffins were delicious, and we're planning to make 48 next time.

That's me.

Aniket's on the Left. Malcolm's on the right.

-          Cum sa il pot uita? i-am raspuns..Ceva atat de divin si de nepretuit nu gasesti nicaieri. Doar un nebun sa fii sa te lupti cu fiinta umana, sa o biruiesti si sa ii iei tot ce are mai drag.

-      In acest moment, te rog, promite-mi ca nu ma vei uita si ca maine...voi fi tot a ta!

-         Cum poti sa zdrobesti puritatea dragostei noastre cazand la picioarele cuvintelor? Sunt doar un gand care poarta in sinea lui ... un martor al existentei noastre: pe tine draga mea! Cu toata puterea sufletului iti promit ca vom reusi sa rupem distanta din Timp si Dragoste! Nu exista Timp destul pentru a ne complace intr-o astfel de Dragoste!

-          Lumea uraste Timpul pe atat de mult cat iubeste Dragostea. Crezi ca putem sa razbim tirurilor indreptate spre noi? Simt ca toata fiinta mea tremura sub atingerea ta, atat de vie, atat de calda...

-          ..atat de pasionala... Stiu. Si eu simt la fel. Simt cum Soarele isi cuprinde Luna si se adancesc intr-un lung sarut...

-          ...atat de pasional..

-          ...atat de viu..atat de cald…

-          Tine-ma in brate acum si lasa Timpul sa ii dea Dragostei momente de nepretuit! Lasa Vantul sa isi cheme fratii sa alunga lumea dintre noi. Lasa Norii Albi sa brazdeze Cerul Albastru, sa ne inveseleasca viata cu spectacolul lor uimitor. Daca te vei indoi vreodata de Stele, departeaza brate si cuprinde-ma tandru. Ele ne vor lumina, fiecare in felul ei. Astfel, o data cu tot Universul vom unii Nefiinta cu Fiinta, Lumina cu Intunericul. Ne vom tranforma, ne vom indragi pana la sfarsitului Sfarsitului si apoi vom aduce Inceputul sa ne scrie inca o pagina, sa inceapa un nou capitol.

-          TE IUBESC!

Dan lebaran kali ini kelihatannya saya harus memasukkan bis sebagai transportasi pulang kampung kali ini. Untuk conditioning, saya sudah memesan Lorena untuk Budhe dan Mba jum jurusan Jakarta Malang sebesar 435.000,- Dan nampaknya saya harus menyiapkan rencana pulang Malang Jakarta dengan bis. Kenapa ga pesawat? rencananya saya ingin mampir ke Cirebon dulu sebelum ke Jakarta.

Engga repot? sebenarnya iya. Tahun sebelumnya, perjalanan Malang-Cirebon ditempuh dengan berpindah-pindah hingga 3-4 kali bis, beberapa malah dengan bis kecil seperti Elf. Malang-Jogja, dilanjut Jogja-Tegal, dilanjut Tegal-Cirebon. Tapi ini lebaran, ga lengkap rasanya kalau tidak berepot-repot seperti ini.

Mungkin ada tips-tips dalam bepergian via bis, khususnya untuk jalur-jalur non standard di musim Lebaran seperti ini?

Bintaro, lepas sahur

total ada empat menu yang mirip "tokai" gw makan hari ini, ini dia menu-menunya:

Strike One: RENDANG

Gw makan rendang tadi sore abis bingung mao makan apa. jadinya gw nyuruh pembantu gw ke warung padang beli rendang, pas gw mao makan tuh rendang tiba2 imajinasi aneh gw muncul.. gw mikir "kok lama-lama gw ngeliat nih rendang kayak tokai yah??" hahahaha....  itu strike one!!! :D

Strike Two: KOLAK PISANG & UBI

Nah ini juga mirip tokai dan menurut gw emang yg paling mirip dan disgusting dari semua makanan yg gw makan.. jadi ceritanya nyokap gw baru pulang abis buka bersama sama temen2nya dan dia bawain "oleh2" kolak pisang, sebenernya gw nggak begitu suka kolak tapi yang namanya rejeki nggak boleh ditolak, akhirnya gw makan juga. pada saat2 gw makan pikiran liar gw muncul kembali, "wow, yang ini lebih mirip tokai!!" kata gw dalam hati. bagaimana nggak, gw ngeliat tuh kolak kuahnya aja udah kaya (ehemm..) "cepirit" tambah lagi gw ngeliat tuh pisang lembek2 dan rada2 berbulu. awww.. jadi geli lagi bayanginnya. hahahahaha :D:D

Strike Three: KREMES

Kalo yg ini sih kayaknya nggak terlalu mirip, tapi gara2 khayalan gw udah parno hari ini jadinya gw ikut2 mikir kalo ini termasuk kategori ShitFood today.. padahal gw suka juga sama nih cemilan dan nemu di meja makan, jadi gw boyong aja ke kamar buat nemenin gw nonton DVD. strike three huh???

Strike Four: Ayam Goreng+Bumbu Pecel

Nah yg ini kejadiannya barusan jadi ceritanya sahur2 nyokap bangun dan bikin masakan dan kayaknya dia milih yang simpel2 ajah, jadilah dia goreng ayam. gw juga ikutan sahur (biarpun gw belom begitu yakin gw bakan puasa atau nggak besok :p) pas gw keluar kamar gw kaget.. "huh!!! ayamnya pake bumbu pecel???" yup, bumbu pecel salah satu makanan yang masuk kategori ShitFood akhirnya menjadi penutup strike2 yang gw dapat hari ini.. "OMG, what happened to my day??"

Bukannya gw mao parno atau terlebih lagi nggak bersyukur, tapi kocak aja nemu hal2 aneh kayak gini... jadi kenapa nggak di abadikan aja di blog!! hahahahaha... buat yang ngebaca jangan ikut2an parno juga yah sama makanan2 diatas. soalnya gw aja nggak trauma, kalo disuruh makan lagi juga Ayo!! (tapi pasti kalo gw makan2 kayak gitu lagi jangan harap gw nggak ketawa, soalnya pasti keinget terus.. )

udah ah, mo tidur dulu.. have a nice shit!!! hahahaha :)

nach ein paar tagen der eingewöhnung (ich kann jetzt menschen verstehen, die wettersensibel sind) muss ich mit größtem bedauern feststellen, dass mein urlaub vorbei ist... woran man das merkt? das wetter ist nass, schwül, grau und devinitiv sonnenärmer als in der algarve :'-( aber das leben ist ja kein ponyhof, ich hatte mit jan, germaine, cuz, chris und allen anderen sehr viel spaß, spiel und spannung, insofern darf man sich eigentlich nicht beschweren...

jetzt wiede zurück warte ich nur noch darauf, aufs schiff zu gehen... in der zwischenzeit muss ich noch fertig aufräumen... mittlerweile hat NUR noch eine handgranate hier eingeschlagen... aber es nützt ja alles nichts und nebenbei muss ich auch noch meine gefühlswelt ein bisschen sortieren... bald ein halbes jahr auf see, wieder solo... all sowas halt, macht einem dann doch mehr zu schaffen als man denkt ;)

nja ich mach mich mal wieder ans aufräumen... ihr euch ans lesen bis demnächst

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I've heard there's a movie in the works. Can't wait til that comes out!

So basically, the show starts out with this girl, Georgia Lass (called George by everyone), who starts her first day of work at a temp agency. On her lunch break, she is killed by a toilet seat falling from the Mir space station. What a tragic/comical way to die. Anyway, instead of "crossing over," she becomes a grim reaper, to take people's souls right before they die. George's special group of reapers deals with accidents and tragedies, so there's no shortage of quirky deaths in the show. They have to make sure to get the soul out of the person shortly before death. It sounds weird, and well, it is. But weird in such a fascinating way. It's so very interesting. And I want more!

You should check it out. It's really funny, in a dark kind of way.

I wish my family got channels like HBO and Showtime, or whatever those cable networks are. I mean, we get a lot of channels on our cable at home. Most of the time it's too many. I don't need all of them. I just want the ones with all the really good shows and the really good movies on demand. Oh well.

I read this from an email sent by an old acquaintance. And I know I lack the three things related to this: patience, persistence and faith.

First of all, I am not a patient person. Sometimes I wonder what makes a person patient? Upbringing? Experience? Learnings?

As my husband pointed out in a movie we were watching one time (Evan Almighty), Morgan Freeman (portraying God) was talking to Evan's wife and said to her something to this effect- "If you prayed for patience, do you think God will give you patience or the opportunity to be patient?"

That made me think. I have been praying for help to become a more patient person (especially towards my family), and until now I am nowhere near the patience I picture myself to be. And if indeed He has been giving me opportunities to be patient, instead of just granting me the virtue of patience, I wonder how do I learn to be patient? It takes every ounce of self control I can manage to try to be patient especially when I feel stressed out. And probably more often than not, I still find myself bursting in anger or irritation.

Persistence. I guess without patience, I ask myself how can I also be persistent? How can one persist if he does not have the patience to wait for the results to come?

For the past weeks that I have felt distant and empty during my prayertime, I ended up now missing a lot of it instead of fervently pursuing my prayertime despite that void feeling.

And because of these two (or the lack thereof), how can I say that my faith is full and whole when I have not been patient and persistent in my spiritual obligations and growth?

What is really funny or rather sad is the fact that my husband has completely stopped contact with all his "friends" and his blogging. He isn't even as motivated to do the one thing that is his passion. It is like he just gave up on his life as it was and has started over. Unfortunately it sounds like he has chosen to lead a superficial life that people have commented negatively on.

Now in turn I have started blogging and contacting his/our friends. More often than not though these friends are contacting me:) I have also sort of taken on some of his passions with a crazy fun fervor...

It is interesting to see where life chooses to take you. This weekend my husband and I have been married for 20 months, I've had a contact high, and been cuddled by another man...

All of these things have been uncomfortable to me but I got through it and each experience has shaped the view of my new world.

As I continue to reflect on all of these things I still hold on to the fact that I love my husband with everything that I am. I know this was the one chance to get it right, almost perfect...we are meant to be together. This doesn't mean/guarantee that we will be together it is just what I have known and confirmed as I step back and look at my/our life. We may never be together again but I know the happiness/love/strength that we had will never be found with another person. I know that I can meet someone new, have kids, feel loved the way I deserve to, and be happy it will just be different. My husband on the other hand my believe that he has found what he is looking for but he will run from love again...and he will continue this pattern for the rest of his life. I was the one person who cared for/loved him unconditionally and this is a very rare thing to find--no one will be as accepting of him as I was. I saw him for the person he was and more, never anything less.

So here is to further discoveries and life experiences! Oh and the one month 30th birthday countdown!!!

"I wish!" was my response - !

My vehicle was the 'soccer mom' van parked right next to it!! But, alas, one look at me and you KNOW my soccer mom days are WAY over!!!

My poor old van has gone thru more than one metamorphosis over the years.

Outwardly, the 2000 Toyota Sienna still gives the appearance of the traditional 'mom' van carting a load of kids all over town!!!

But, the kids are now 25 and 21- for the daughter to drive the van anywhere, as she bluntly put it - is 'social suicide'! The son is beyond the social suicide age - and he's not above using the van if he needs to move his furniture!

I have gone from really being a soccer mom - the son was on travel teams and quite a talented player - altho I think this van came into the family after he quit soccer for basketball!!

The van's next incarnation was as a rolling tack box. I pulled out the back seat, and installed a saddle rack, and the van parked in places that vehicles without 4 wheel drive don't usually go - taking my daughter to her horse shows, foxhunts, and pair races! I would have preferred a different vehicle - but the Toyota was dependable , and we couldn't afford a new car then. Its bumpers made  GREAT mounting blocks at a hunt or show - and I  still use it for that on occasion!

When the daughter earned her license and got a pickup truck - the van wasn't needed to haul horse "stuff" anymore. I never put the back seat back in, because I used the van for hauling stuff back and forth to my antique shop. Eventually, the middle seat came out - more room to haul crap, and keep the seats from getting ruined. Gotta keep them in good condition, for when we sell the van!

Next, we moved to the country- and the van was used to carry the overflow from the U-Haul, when we moved ourselves!! Seatless, it held alot of stuff - and still had room for the dog!

Since we now live down a 900 plus foot gravel and dust driveway (most days it is mostly dust!), the need to keep the van washed and shiny goes by the wayside!

During the first winter out here in the boonies, the snow (or ice, or pothole) stole  my left front hubcap (or wheelcover as I guess they are called now!). A few storms later - the right front one disappeared.

When I'd drive back to visit a friend in the old neighborhood, who always has a nice new-ish car, I would be greeted by the comment "Don't you EVER wash your car - and when are you going to replace those hubcaps!?!?"

Well, there is no sense in washing the car, even if we HAD the hose at the house hooked up- because when you go down the driveway to leave - you just wasted all that washing time - because the van will immediately be covered with a protective coating of driveway dust!

The van's new incarnation is dual - a dog mobile and cargo van. I can fill the van with horse feed and pine shavings from the co-op, the groceries, and fit all 4 dogs in at the same time!!! The front seats are always covered with towels - to keep the dog hair off me and any passengers who dare to brave a ride with me!  I do vacuum the van - I am not a total slob, but all hopes of selling this Toyota for a new, smaller vehicle are pretty much dashed at this point! The van is totally dependable, gets great gas mileage (for a van) can still get out of its own way on the highway, and leave some other vehicles in the dust - if it has to!!! Plus, with over 237,000 miles under its belt - I doubt the resale value would be worth the effort at this point! I feel less of a need to keep up with the Joneses, when I don't live next door to the Joneses anymore!!!!

So, the grocery store guy told me he'd keep an eye out for some replacement hubcaps/wheelcovers for me, and altho I envy the woman in the red Mustang just a tad, my multipurpose van is gonna stay with me a few more years!

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All is well at Mountain Meadows today..............................................................................

and this is my smoking record:

7 September 2008

Time:

13:45                      18:20

14:30                      19:00

15:25                      20:00

16:00                      22:51

17:15                      24:00

Smoke count: 10 pieces.

8 September 2008

Time:

01:03

02:33

03:31

04:17

Keep tracking guy's... mungkin tetep aja banyak, tapi lebih mendingan daripada kemaren-kemaren.. hahaha :)

Pfiuhhh..udeh dari kmaren kerjaan gw ngeluh mulu...ga seru kali yeee kalo kali ini gw posting blog yang isinyee tuhh cerita seribu satu keluhan gw (bikin keder yang baca ajahhh!!)....niii sambil dengerin lagu deh yee biar seruuu wihiihihi.....

Baru aja balik dari rumah...tempat dimana gw bisa merasa nyamaaann buanget..yuhuuu senangnya dilimpahi kasih sayang berlebih tiap gw balik ke rumah..minta ini itu slalu dikasih ekekeke..
(kudu pinter-pinter manage diri neh kalo lagi di rumah biar nantinya gak jadi manja..) tapi ternyata gw gak bisa lama-lama menikmati 'kenyamanan' itu....hanya bisa seminggu sekali aja gw menikmatinya..itu pun gak full....sabtu malem gw balik ke rumah..minggu sorenya harus udah balik lagi ke jakarta..oo..owww poor i'am!!

Sungguh gw merasa menjadi orang yang palingggg bahagia....setelah hubungan gw sama ortu gw dipulihkan sama Tuhan...terutama hubungan gw sama bokap gw...Duluuuuuuuuuu banget..sewaktu gw masih tinggal sama ortu dan masih dalam pengawasan ortu..gw sempet sebel dan benciii (huruf i-nya sampe triple tuh!) banget sama bokap...ni apaan sih..punya bokap kok guaalakknya minta ampun..ini ga boleh itu ga boleh.....kerjaannya disuruh belajarr mulu...gak boleh nonton tv...gak boleh main ke rumah temen..kalo mau suruh aja temennya yang maen ke rumah..uwahhhh pokoknya dengan jutaan larangan dan jutaan peraturan beredar deh buat gw..(halah..gak nyampe jutaan seh...)

Hal kayak gini malah membuat gw bertumbuh jadi anak yang bandel banget...hiperaktif gak bisa diem...dan punya rasa penasaran yang cukup besar...alhasill gara-gara saking bandelnyaaaaaa...yang namanya sabetan sapu lidi,kemoceng,rotan,sama ikat pinggang tuh udah gak asing lagi di kulit gw...(beughhhh...bisa dibayangin lhaa bandelnya kek apa kalo udah sampe kena sabetan!!) malah saking udah seringnya disabet..paling-paling abis disabet gw cuma nangis bentar..abis itu udah bisa ketawa-ketawa lagi...padahaaalll seluruh dunia juga dah tau gimana syereemnya bokap gw kalo lagi marah..hadoohh...

Ternyataa..efek dari didikan 'keras' bokap gw itu meninggalkan luka di alam bawah sadar gw (wiii..ngeri oyyy bahasanyaa!!!!!). Gw jadi membenci bokap gw..gw benci didikan kerasnya..gw benci segala larangannya...gw benci saat dia marah ke gw...sampe pada akhirnyaa gw sempet ngerasa iri sama teman-teman gw yang lain..betapa bahagia punya bokap yang gak pernah memarahi mereka...gak pernah melarang mereka...dan juga jarang memukul mereka....dan kebencian ini berlangsung sampe gw lulus SMA!!!!!!!!!!

Saat pertama kali gw 'keluar' dari rumah..buat lanjutin kuliah gw disini...gw bagai burung yang lepas dari sangkar emas (set dah...kek judul lagu jadul aja nehh..),ngerasa bebas...lepas.....bisa ngelakuin apa aja tanpa ada yang ngelarang........lagian sapa juga yang mo ngelarang...toh bokap gw juga gak tau apa kegiatan gw disini...tapiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii itu gak berlangsung lama man!!!!

Saat gw lagi sendirian di kamar kos gw...gw kangen sama suara bokap gw yang selalu nyuruh gw belajar...gw kangen sama suara bokap gw saat nyruh gw doa malam..gw kangen sama suara bokap gw saat gw lagi merasa bener-bener sendirian...gw kangen sama suara bokap gw kalo lagi marahin gw (wew.....aneh banget ya gw ini...kok bisa-bisanya kangen dimarahinn!!!!!),tapi saat itu gw buang rasa 'kangen' itu jauh-jauh...gw anggap itu hanya perasaan sesaat karena gw lagi mellow mode : on aja..

Sampe suatu saat mata gw dibukakan sama Tuhan...bahwa perasaan benci yang gw simpan sama bokap gw itu adalah hal terkonyol yang pernah gw lakukan...(embeeeeer!!).Seharusnya gw sadar...betapa bokap gw sangat menyayangi gw apa adanya...betapa bokap gw sangat memperhatikan segala kebutuhan gw...dan betapa bokap gw sangat melindungi gw...dengan caranya sendiri!!!

Saat itu gw sangat ketakutan....gimana enggak...kalo dalam hitungan menit...gw udah harus ada di ruang operasi...pikiran gw udah jelek ajaaa....(kebanyakan nonton sinetron neh dulunyee..),sampe pada akhirnya gw udah pasrah aja sama Tuhan..terserah deh jadinya mo gimane...namanya juga orang lagi sakit..dan jalan satu-satunya ya harus dioperasi.......detik pertama gw sadar dari pengaruh bius...orang pertama yang gw lihat adalah bokap gw...masih dalam keadaan setengah sadar...gw mendengar suara bokap gw...dengan tangan lembutnya yang mengusap-usap rambut gw....saat gw buka mata gw perlahan...gw lihat mata bokap gw yang sembab seperti habis menangis (masih nggak ngeh juga neh..maklum masih blom sadar total)...dan saat gw benar-benar membuka mata gw..bokap gw menangis lagi....dari cerita adik sama nyokap gw sihhhhhhh...bokap gw yang paling heboh nangisnye pas gw di ruang operasi hhahahha yaaa ampyunnnn pap!!! itu kan cuma operasi kecil....but thx,pap...it meant so much for me!!

Yang kedua...saat gw terkapar untuk yang kedua kalinye di rumah sakit gara-gara kena deman berdarah pas tahun depannye (ampunn deh...masuk rumah sakit mulu neh..kudu bikin 'ruwatan' neh gw..biar buang sial akakaka)....kembali bokap gw menangis untuk gw....saat gw dalam keadaan terlemah gara-gara penyakit yang nge-bete-in itu...bokap gw mendoakan gw sambil menangis...oh God...seumur hidup gw..baru tiga kali gw melihat bokap gw menangis!!!!!!!! pertama saat ompung gw meninggal..kedua saat gw masuk ruang operasi...dan ketiga saat gw disini....di rumah sakit lagiiiiiiii...gara-gara penyakit ga elit ituuuh...

Akhirnya mata gw bener-bener terbuka....kebencian yang gw pendam selama ini tuh benar-benar ga beralasan....kalo coba diingat-ingat lagiiiiiii....semua hal yang dulunya pernah dilakuin bokap gw itu ya demi kebaikan gw sendiri....coba banyangin aja kalo dulu bokap gw gak mendidik gw dengan didikan yang keras..maybe saat ini gw udah tumbuh menjadi seorang wanita liar yang gak tau aturan.....kalo aja dulu bokap gw gak marahin gw kalo gw melakukan kesalahan..mungkin saat ini gw udah tumbuh menjadi sebuah pribadi yang manja....yang gak bisa menyelesaikan semua problem gw dengan dewasa....kalo aja dulu bokap gw gak kasih pengertian ini-itu ke gw..mungkin gw sekarang udah menjadi seseorang yang gak mempunyai prinsip....and so on......

Hwedewww...sadar kalo gw melakukan kesalahan besar selama ini...duuhh langsung deh gw bertobat minta ampunnn....aje gileee..gw gak mo kek malin kundang....bisa dikutuk jadi batu deh kalo jadi anak durhaka,,,kalo bisa sungkem sekalian deh di kaki bokap....(yang gw yakin bokap gw bakalan nganggep anaknya udah sinting kalo sampe gw ngelakuin hal inih!!) but thx God....hubungan gw udah dipulihkan...gak ada lagi rasa benci dan kesal di hati gw...yang ada gw selalu ingin berusaha untuk bikin bokap dan nyokap gw bahagia..gak peduli walau saat itu kehidupan gw lagi gonjang-ganjing...gak peduli walau saat itu ada angin topan berhembus ngelibas keadaan gw...pokoknya gw harus selalu membuat mereka happy....Gila aja kalo gw ngeliat perjuangan bokap nyokap gw dalam mendidik dam membesarkan gw...wuihhhh dahsyat man...bisa gak ya suatu saat nanti gw jadi orang tua kayak mereka?????????

Tapi yang pasti.....I love you,pap....i love you mom : ) ^^v

Tyler and I decided to go for a walk while dad slept in.  He refused to leave the headphones and iPod home.  That didn't make for great company for me because he sang the whole way.  lol

Here's Mr. Cool on the beach. 

Nice get-up, eh? Miles of wire between the headphones and the iPod, little boy singing at the top of his lungs along with all his unique sound effects...such is the life.

This morning, our congregation had its annual visit from our bishop.  Combine that with the first Sunday after Labour Day and the first day of Sunday School after the summer break and it really had a grand feeling, especially when you include a baptism.

When the bishop moved to the chancel steps to begin his sermon, I was listening with special interest, bearing in mind warriormare's comments earlier this week and our conversation wondering whether the bishop would tackle any of the readings or "chicken out" with a generic baptismal theme for his sermon.  It turns out that warriormare correctly guessed that he would weave some of both together.

This was the first time that our bishop has given a sermon in our congregation since his election last spring.  And I was very impressed with his sermon.

I inherited (both from my mother and from some life experiences) some -- not quite suspicion -- some skepticism about bishops.  And so the tongue-in-cheek reference to a bishop as Ol' Pointy Hat comes too easily to me.  But our bishop has impressed me by how down-to-earth he is.  I have no idea what he's like as an administrator (though I'd guess he has some skills, given his bio), but in the ways that are truly most important (I have an opinion), he is blessed.

When talking about this morning's reading from Romans 13:8-14, he focused on the summing up of the commandments as "Love your neighbour as yourself."  And he told us he had a problem with that.  He ended up making two points to me.  One, it was good to see a bishop admit that he has trouble with a part of scripture.

The other point was the one he intended to make: "I don't want you to love me the way you love yourself."  And his words rang true as he talked about all the ways we don't love ourself: the way we are harsh and judgemental about ourselves, ways we fail to forgive ourselves.  That God is actually calling us to love ourselves better than we do and also to love others.

When it came to the gospel reading, he focused on Matthew 18:20, what it says and what it doesn't say.

When two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.

His point (which the world absolutely needs to hear) was that it doesn't say "when two or three agree on an issue, I am there among them" or "when two or three are all the same, I am there among them."  Community is where God is.  And (to perhaps go beyond what he said) anything else should take a back seat to being in community in God's name.

I'm sure he made an excellent point about the Exodus reading, but I'm afraid I missed it.

But I just wanted to sit back and think a bit about those two things: the ways in which we don't love ourselves enough and the community that should be at the heart of who we are as churches and Christians.  There is certainly a lot there to ponder.

the perfect start to my day!

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Adam Sandler對著Drew Barrymore唱"Grow old with you"
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聽謝安琪
胡思亂想

午睡四小時

首次睡在床上用我的vaio打著這篇

平靜的週未

休養生息過後，明天又要努力工作
對於這個新挑戰，隱隱有點憂慮
盡力吧。

I lived in on the fourth floor in Whitney Hall at Chico State. This is the tenth floor of Marine Drive at UBC in Vancouver. Yup, a little different.

Sigh

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I miss your smell, your everything.