the invasion

There are few things that I actually enjoy watching on television these days -one of those things happens to be Monday Night Football. So last night, I came home from work/running in the anticipation of watching the Eagles and the Cowboys battle it out. I quickly showered, threw on some sweats, and grabbed an apple (not exactly game food, I know), and turned on the TV. I am clean. I am watching football. I am happy.


The happiness only lasted about 15 minutes, however, because I suddenly realized that there were ants crawling on me. (enter explicit of choice) I looked elsewhere on my couch and found more ants crawling about. (enter another explicit of choice) I immediately put my shoes on, grabbed my purse, and proceeded to my car. I fled to Wal-mart (disregarding various speed limit signs and traffic laws along the way), purchased Raid, and came back home.

I arrived at my apartment and found even more ants chilling on my sofa - some had suitcases, others an overnight bag. I had ants making dinner for themselves, 8 were taking showers, and the rest were playing "Spin the Bottle" on my coffee table. What the heck? It was like I was housing insect immigrants. I sprayed every inch of my apartment while talking to my mom on the phone.


Mom: (chhhhhh-spray sound) It sure sounds like you're spraying a lot. (chhhhhh)
Me: (chhhhhh) I am. (chhhhhh)
Mom: Do you (chhhhhh) think that's (chhhhhh) safe? (chhhhh)
Me: Sure it is. (chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Mom: Umm.....I think you've (chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) gotten them all...(chhhhhh) you should stop.
Me: Mom, they have suitcases. You don't understand. (chhhhhhhhhh)
Mom: ????


10 minutes later, the oxygen in my apartment has been completely replaced by toxic Raid chemicals, but it is also completely ant-free which makes me happy. I mean, I always wanted to have an ant-farm growing up, but I always pictured them more...contained. To conclude, I finished watching MNF in peace. The Cowboys ended up winning and I went to sleep breathing toxic chemicals that will hopefully have no adverse effects on any offspring I may produce in a few years. The end.

Pop Lock and Drop It

I love to dance. If I could start life over I would be a hip hop dancer - hands down. Don't get me wrong. I love my job, but if I could make a living contorting my body to different beats, my life would be set.

Sunday, I attended a hip hop/cardio dance class with Shannon. I had a blast, but I decided that I might be genetically challenged when it comes to choreographed dance. Popping and locking are not things that come naturally to me. The only "popping" I was doing was from my joints that were protesting fluid movement. And let's not even talk about rolling. Okay, let's. Rolling comes as naturally to me as voting for Britney Spears in a presidential election would. Needless to say, when it comes to my dreams of being a dancer, I come up a few stars short. But I always like challenges and, if something comes too easy, then where's the fun in that?

When it comes to dancing, I can Walk it Out and hold my own with the Two-Step. I may not ever be a professional dancer, but I enjoy getting a little crazy with a good beat. And you don't need lessons for that - just some great friends who are willing to do the same...and maybe a pole. ;P

Mighty to Save

If you're looking for a serious conversation, I'm usually not the person you want to talk to. Advice? No thanks, but I can offer you a sarcastic comment. With that said, this is going to be my attempt at seriousness. So bare with me...

I first heard the song "Mighty to Save" this summer while visiting camp Big Stuf with Shannon. In short, the song describes everyone's search for salvation and God's willingness and power to save us from our own devices. It's an awesome song that moves me everytime I hear it.

I was in Colorado this weekend traveling with my team. I've only been to CO once before with UK soccer and we didn't get much opportunity to look around. However, this time we had an entire day to tour the area which was nice. We travelled to the top of Pike's Peak and the view was absolutely amazing.

I couldn't help but be reminded of the song "Mighty to Save" because in the chorus it states, "My Savior, He can move the mountains. He is mighty to save." I had never realized how powerful those lines were until I was standing at the summit of Pike's Peak. A God who is powerful enough to speak mountains of that proportion into existence still finds time to run to us - the broken. It's overwhelming and unfathomable - much like grace.

After we left the summit, I came back to the hotel and began to look through the Bible for verses that referenced mountains. I noticed that, in scripture, a lot of pretty important things occurred on mountain tops. It was where the Ten Commandents were given to Moses, where David worshipped God, and where Jesus commissioned the 12 disciples - just to name a few. God gave some pretty bold directions to people at the pinnacles of the Earth, so next time you find yourself on top, have an open heart. Who knows what God's trying to tell you?