wwjd.

Okay, so I want to say in advance that I have really weird dreams on a nightly basis. Really really weird dreams. In fact, they're downright strange. Here we go.

You know the story about when Jesus is eating with his disciples and a woman comes and pours a bottle of really expensive perfume on his head? Jesus said that the woman had done a beautiful thing, that she was preparing his body for burial, and that her deed would be spoken of throughout the world whenever the Good News was preached.

I had a dream last night depicting this scene almost word for word...

Except instead of anointing Jesus the woman brought him his dry cleaning.

And the disciples were making sandwiches on Merita bread.

Any prophets in the house? Is God trying to tell me something?

sometimes I wonder...

[The questions I'm about to ask do not come from a place of bitterness or anger. I'm honestly just wondering. Promise.]

Why do we (and I say "we" in the collective sense, not necessarily literally you and me) as Christians feel the need to have a "Christian" answer to everything the world produces? Why do we attempt to counter everything that's part of pop culture with a cheesier version and a Bible verse?

For example:

And this stuff isn't even the worst of it. Why do we do this?

Also, what is our obsession with using the cross the replace the letter 't' in practically everything? (This is a personal issue for me. That, and replacing the letter 's' with 'z'.)

With all this being said, I do recognize that there is some really modern and creative Christian merch (I feel weird saying that) out there. And I do recognize that at the end of the day it's just a t-shirt or bumper sticker or whatever.

Maybe I'm wrong, and instead of saying that this kind of stuff is attempting to counter a cultural fad I should say that we're participating in it. Or not.

What do you think?

Best. Show. Ever.


"So where's my sneakers?"
"That's what I want to know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I saw mom and pop this morning, but when I went by the store on my way home the place was empty. Everything is gone. Mom and pop vanished!"
"So all my sneakers are gone?"
"I'm afraid so, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. I've been asking around. They didn't even have any kids."
"Mom and pop aren't even a mom and pop?"
"It was all an act, Jerry. They conned us, and they scored big time!"
"So, mom and pop's plan was to move into the neighborhood, establish trust - for 48 years - and then run off with Jerry's sneakers?"
"Apparently."
- Jerry, Kramer and Elaine, in "The Mom and Pop Store"


What's your Best. Show. Ever.?

This morning I woke up to the sounds of a bird singing a beautiful melody...

and was thoroughly annoyed.

Does this make me a bad person?

the good, the bad, and the boycotts.

The last couple of days have been somewhat interesting. For me, anyway.

I found out on Wednesday that after this semester I'll only have 20 more credit hours to complete before I have my BA in communication. So that means that if I take a couple classes this summer (which would be hard, but not impossible, to do on top of my internship at Lufkin FUMC), and then take 5 classes in the fall, I could be done with school by the end of December.Which would be amazing. Because if you know anything about me at all, you know that school is currently the bane of my existence, and that vanquishing it by the end of the year would be magnificent. Here's hoping.

On Thursday I went with one of my closest friends, Lori, to David's Bridal to watch her try on bridesmaid dresses for her sister's wedding. It was fun, because I've never stepped foot into a bridal store of any kind before, but I was kind of surprised by how grumpy some of the sales people were. I would think that because weddings are usually joyous occasions the people who work at a wedding store would be somewhat joyous too. But I'd be wrong. Disney does lay claim to being the happiest place on earth, but I always thought a wedding dress store would at least be a close second. Maybe it was just an off day.

Today I found out that I have to work on Sunday from 2p-9p. I didn't even realize that Old Navy was open on Easter. I already had plans to spend the day with my family and have Easter dinner, and now, obviously, I can't. I can honestly say that I don't think Brad has ever heard me more livid. When they hired me they asked if I could work weekends and holidays, and I said yes thinking they meant Flag Day or Labor Day. Easter?! I mean seriously, Easter?! I could tell you many other stories of why this particular Old Navy is terrible to work for, but I won't. Just know that effective immediately I am boycotting all Old Navy product for the rest of my life. Yes, I will continue to sell it from Easter all the way til the end of April, but I won't like it. Yeah, I said it, I'm not gonna like it. Take that Old Navy. Happy Easter.

adrienne: hardened criminal.

So a couple weeks ago, my sister went on a field trip and needed to be picked up from her school when she got back. Even though I was crazy sick, I found it in my heart to crawl to my car and make the drive. I got to the school a few minutes before she got back, and I was so sick and tired (literally), that I put my seat back to lay down and rest a little while I waited. About ten minutes into this resting session, a woman came out of the school and tapped on my window. Half asleep, I rolled it down and she proceeded to tell me that unless I could produce identification and an explanation of what I was doing there, the school was going to call the police. Apparently because I had been motionless for a while, and then put my seat down, it looked like I was trying to conceal myself and they were worried I wanted to harm someone.

Then this morning I ran to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things, and I went through the self-checkout lane. After paying I picked up my stuff and went to leave, but the self-checkout-monitor-lady ran after me, pulled me over to her computer screen and said, "You didn't pay for this stuff you're ringing up!". I explained to her that I couldn't be standing next to her and ringing grocery items up at the same time, which is when she figured out she was looking at another woman's transaction.

I say all of this to actually say... do I look like someone who would stake out a school or steal lemons? Have I missed my true calling? Maybe instead of Adrienne: Children's/Youth Pastor, it should be Adrienne: Hoodlum.