The Pursuit of Trivia

We are a plethora of useless trivia at our house. I can't even describe the nonsensical stuff we know a lot about over here.  But, I'm gonna try to explain some of it. (this is barely scraping the surface, though)

Conversation the other night:

David:  Did you know FF #48 was the first appearance of Silver Surfer?

Me: Uh...yeah. But only because I'm the one that bought you that comic book.

David: Oh. Right. (total dejection on his face)

Me: (trying to remove the dejection)  But, you totally have other numbers on comic books I know nothing about. Most of them actually!

David:  (happy face and pulling out another handful of books from that cardboard thing he keeps the comics in for maximum protection)  Have you seen this one?

Me: ...blink...blink...  No.

David: You're not interested in this at all, are you?

Me: (dejection my be his only option with this line of conversation)  Well, I'd say it's right up there with your enthusiasm when I was reading Benazir Bhutto's autobiography. I mean Pakistan is interesting.

David:  (look of horror...then inspiration)  OMGosh!  That reminds me! I bought us a 90's trivial pursuit game!!!

Me: (look of equal happiness! Because it's about to be on like Donkey Kong around here!) I have no idea how Benazir reminded you of Trivial Pursuit but I'm in, babe.

And then we opened the box and y'all, 90's Trivial Pursuit is hard . And funny. At least it's funny when we play it.  Here's some of our cards for your viewing pleasure:

Because that last question, y'all.  There are so many answers that are completely inappropriate for that question. And the VWG category. Shaglantic Airways. The end. (Yeah, baby!)

The first question's answer is Friday the 13th. Who makes up those names?! I want that job, y'all.

That first question is too much. We didn't want to talk about Hasselhoff's boobs, so we skipped it. But then, we reached the TRD question.  The answer?  Teenie Beanies.  I'm kind of in love and I might want a Happy Meal with a Teenie Beanie in it now. (but not the burger because ewwwww...)

There were a LOT of beanie baby questions and I started to wonder if maybe I missed out on the whole Beanie Baby thing but then David reminded me that we both graduated high school in the 80's so I must have been too old for Beanie Baby mania by then, which kind of bummed me out so we went and got chocolate. It was a great night and my life was pretty complete that day.   

My Life is a Mess

Mess:  The untidy state of things or a place.  That fits my life right now and I've decided to own it. (as if there is some choice to be made...) So often I long to portray a life of ease, with no mess or untidiness.  I want the world to see me as having it all together and someone who succeeds.  Too often it seems important that we portray more than what we are and it makes me sad, as well as a mess. 

Jobs are up in the air around our home and security seems far away.  Vacuuming, clothes and dust bunnies are all piling up or being ignored.  Chores seem heavy and weighted and life seems to churn at an impossible pace, whether too fast or too slow. Family members sick with diseases named, but not cured. An Uneasiness wrestles inside me, demanding to be acknowledged, confronted.  Anger is too often the companion of Uneasiness, I know this very well.  We call it venting, but it's really grace abandoned and a harsh word stirring up more anger, when gentleness is truly the answering card of love. (Prov. 15:1)  Doubt is their announcer and he trumpets with Armstrong like lungs to whisper urgently in my heart, "Did God really say...?"

Large decisions loom ahead and true to my flesh I ponder them and ponder them until they are larger than the sun and no light can pierce through my worry and imagination.  Surely, the problems are real and messy and truth.  My mind convinces me of this truth, yet still, there is a candle in my heart that will not believe that pondering is truth.  A place that understands that feelings do not manifest into reality simply because they are being felt.  This is a great Lie, my spirit says to me. 

And so I cling, in this messy life, to one Truth that is eternal and real:

Jesus, who does not leave me, and never forsakes me.  That even now, right this moment, is pleading on my behalf and loves me true, with a yoke that is light and a heart that is willing...always willing. Always knocking.  His strength is most known when I am weak and His arms are capable of holding me fully, even when I am sure I will simply slither away, unseen.  He sees. He hears. He knows. He is Faithful. He is near. The mess begins to lessen, the looming disaster shrinks and reality is made new because He lives and is Love. Joy becomes reality, Love becomes a Name, who calls me His own, and Gentleness finds its way into my heart to calm the storm and the noise. Peace, even among the mess. Perhaps, because of it...

The Natural Line of Evolutionary Thinking?

I'm beginning to believe that this is the natural flow of evolutionary thinking.  After all, if we're not created in the image of God, then do we have any value at all?  Who gets to determine our value?

Ethicist (and I use that term loosely) are now arguing that some babies should be killed after being born and believe that it's still an "abortion".  This was actually published in medical journals. 

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/ethicists-argue-in-favor-of-after-birth-abortions-as-newborns-are-not-persons/