There's a part in the movie "Sydney White" where the sorority girls are being quizzed. Sydney gets asked the sorority colors and when she answers "green and white," the sorority president answers, "Wrong. Emerald and pearl." Her immediate response is, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to speak priss."

This was almost how I felt at Urban Outfitters last week. I wanted a pair of their red mary janes, but they seemed to have every color but red at the store. My option was to order online—but at the store, so I could get the shipping fee waived. They were priced 2 for $20 so I also chose the navy blue one. Simple enough, right? Red and navy blue. But when I heard the guy on the phone ordering them, he ordered "berry and sapphire." Seriously?! As if that isn't bad enough, when they came in the mail later that week, the order slip said "bright red and cobalt."

Now this brings up a question that I've had for some time....What is the job title for color namers? I'd like to be one. I'll learn how to speak priss, get that job, and live a nice, comfortable life.

Me: Don't you just love how I was totally checking them out?

Jen: Well, they're part of the merchandise since they're wearing the merchandise...so they're meant to be checked out.

:P

It's Valentine's Day. I should be writing some mushy blog about love and romance, but instead I'm writing a tutorial blog. You'll thank me later, I know it.

How to bypass facebook's new photo viewer: this method is simple and it works every time.

When you're in the album view, instead of just clicking on a picture, open it in a new window and wah-lah! On a mac, control-click and click "open in new tab" or "open in new window." On a PC, just right-click and do the same.

You're welcome.

Do you ever find yourself in those situations where you don't want help and all you want is sympathy? People are always trying to help me.

Yesterday was an overwhelming day at work. Don't get me wrong, I love love love my job. But I hate Joomla. Hate it. HATE.

Sooo, since I was talking to Greg already, I chose to vent to him.

Me: I'm losing my mind! I can't solve the same problem I've been dealing with for the past couple weeks at work!
Greg: What is this problem?
Me: It's a Joomla problem! I don't know why they chose to design their site with something so flakey!
Greg: Ahhh I see. That seems an issue.
Me: Lol you sound like you have no idea what I'm talking about :P
Greg: And you are right. Lol. Smile and nod :)
Me: Hahahahaha.

Basically, his sympathy made my day. So even though I know Greg never reads my blog, I felt the need to inform my blogosphere that sometimes a little act of sympathy can go a far way.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to laugh and cry at the same time because of how pathetic you are? Today was one of those days.

It was due to one specific thing that happened. I was at work, in the tech booth and people kept walking in and out. I didn't seem to notice, but the last guy that walked in and out apparently locked the door after he left. A few minutes later, I decided to get up because I desperately had to pee. I walked up to the door, pushed it, and then realized dilemma I was faced with—I was locked in. I tried to reach over the edge of the door, but I was feet away from the keyhole. It would be impossible to get out on my own.

I email Joy. Five minutes later, still no reply. So then I email Kay. Thankfully she came within a couple minutes of my email and rescued me. My bladder was very grateful.

Now tell me one thing. Why do things like this always happen to me when I desperately need to pee?!?!

Soooo, I'm a little behind on my reading goal for 2011. I have completed 5 books so far, but my goal of 120 books in the year would require me to read 1 book every 3 days. Currently, I'm at about 1 every 7 days. No good. I have already failed at my photo a day goal, so this year's looking like a failure right about now. But I still have 11 more months to go. I will not fail. I will prevail!

I found this blog as a draft. I wonder why I never posted it...probably because it wasn't as complete as it could be. But I figured, it'd do no one any good just sitting there as a draft...so I'm posting it now. Enjoy!
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I wanted so desperately to do a word study on this verse because it is SO meaty.

Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain. (ESV)

So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and steady, always enthusiastic about the Lord's work, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless. (NLT)

Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. (NIV)

Steadfast - from the Greek word meaning "settled."
Immovable - from the Greek word meaning "firmly persistent."
Abounding - from the Greek word meaning "to overflow or be in abundance of."
Labor - work, sorrow, trouble; literal Greek meaning "a beating."
Vain - empty or devoid of truth, containing nothing, purposeless

Practical little commentary from Pastor Chuck Smith:
"You can never say that about anything you do for the Lord. Your labor for the Lord is never in vain. Never in vain. You say, 'But, they didn't believe, or they didn't receive.' That's all right. God doesn't pay commissions, only salaries. He pays you for that labor that you did, not for the results of the labor. Just for the fact that you labored for Him. Therefore, abound in the work of the Lord, because it's never in vain."

Blogging is the method I use to process my thoughts.

Unfortunately for me, this specific thought process hit a dead end.

I have made my decision; I would like a man who is involved in the same ministries as me. It just makes things easier because it means both our hearts are in the same place.

Currently, I'm involved in the Jr. High ministry. How is that problematic, might you ask? Well, let me tell you. My church makes it a little complicated to get involved in this ministry. They prefer to have people they know, people that go to school there. Are you following me? People that go to school there, aka, people in high school. On average, high school seniors graduate at 18. I am currently 22. So as of this very moment, the oldest guy I could possibly meet would be 4 years younger than me. And I'm only getting older. And this is where I hit a dead end.