Randomness Indeed

I have been tagged by Kaysie to write six random things about me. I think I have done something like this before, but I’m sure I can muster up six more random facts about myself, since I am very random?

Anyway, here are the rules before I begin:

• Link to the person who tagged you.

Post the rules on your blog.

Write six random things about yourself.

Tag sixish people at the end of your post.

Let each person know he or she has been tagged.

Let the tagger know when your entry is up. 

Here is some of my randomness…

1. I absolutely hate it when people finish a sentence with two (or four) exclamation points. It has to be one, three, or five (if it’s really awesome enough for five). It must never, ever, be an even number.
2. I love reading books over and over again. Seriously, sometimes I’ll read a book, and then start right back at the beginning again. Because you never know, something might have changed since you went through it yesterday.
3. I hate peanut butter and jelly. Ew. You take the already strange texture of bread, and put between it creamy peanut butter, and then layer that with slimy jelly. Ew ew ew.
4. In spite of my weird food texture compulsion, I love soup. I try to justify it and say that have a liquid and solids together are not textures but rather different types of foods all together.
5. I once worked at a blueberry plantation. I was responsible for quality control, which is a nice way to describe a sort of gross job. I was to take the containers of berries that were overweight, or underweight, and fix them, and then to clean up “smooshes.” Basically the machine that closed the containers of berries would close on top of a berry on the edge. It was my job to open the container and peel off the sad little dead blueberry, and then wipe away all the blueberry guts still on the container. Naturally this was a pretty dirty job, and your clothes ended up stained with blueberries for life. (It was a really fun job though!)
6. I once started writing a novel. Now, before you say “aww, how neat, you should finish it!!!” (note the odd number of exlamation points), let me tell you about it. The heroine of the story was a little girl (I was little at the time) who was the most amazing and holy person because…just wait….she wore dresses to school, and not pants. (I was a wierd child ok?) Because of her awesomeness she was persecuted (with a skinned knee and writing assignment) and was so wimpy that after school she laid on the couch and everyone catered to her every whim. Siblings kept popping up everywhere in the story like popcorn in the microwave. Page 10 introduces a new one, and hmm, turn the page and there’s two more! I eventually dropped the idea because a) I was running out of room in the house, you can only fit so many people before it got insanely confusing, and b) my family and friends politely told me it was “cute.” I was a random child as well.

Well, that was fun, hope it was fun to read! (one exclamation point…please note). I really can’t think of anyone to tag that wasn’t already tagged through the other bloggers I know who tagged them, and I’m really too tired to go think of anyone. Have a wonderful Wednesday!

                                                       A random picture for a random post.

I am…

I am… ashamed when I realize how much more like Christ I could be.
I think… that those who expect life to be easy are fools.
I know… that I can make it with Christ’s help.
I want… to fufill my purpose in life by glorifying God in everything that I do.
I have… more than I deserve
I wish… that things were different.
I hate…hypocrisy, and naivaty.
I miss… my home, and the pieces of my heart I left behind.
I fear… so so much.
I feel… pukish.
I hear… Christ gently calling me closer to His side.
I smell… the rain on the pavement in the summer.
I search… for a place to call home.
I wonder… if I will ever find that place before Heaven.
I regret… Not saying goodbye.
I love… the sound of my best friend’s laughter.
I care… about life, love, … Christ.
I always…feel the fight for justice.
I am not… a patient person.
I believe… the greatest promise ever… “No more tears”
I dance… when no one’s looking
I sing… with a full heart
I don’t always…remember to stop and smell the roses.
I write… not as good as it sounds in my head.
I win… when I lose everything for His sake.
I lose…when I live for myself.
I never… thought I would lose so much, and feel so full.
I listen… for His calming voice in the darkest of nights.
I can usually be found… lost in my thoughts.
I’m scared of… living a life that changes nothing.
I read… and my world is transformed for as long as the words last.
I am happy about… His persistent love.

The Other Side

My family members are not the most cooperative, spur of the moment subjects for a photoshoot. So when something strikes my fancy I do something with my hair, and then do my best to come up with interesting shots with one arm (or tripod) only. My favorite/most inspired shots are those that have interesting natural lighting. Can anyone guess where I am in this one? And how the lighting is accomplished?