Someone had to be me

We had a guest speaker at The Oaks this morning.  Brian Howard from Sojourn.  Good sermon, funny dude.  Made a couple references to Judas smoking cigarettes in the corner.  This had pretty much nothing  to do with the message, but it does make you wonder about Judas.  Which of course leads me to hum along with the Griffin House song about this tragic man.  Check it out.  Ponder away.

So this guy walks into Kofenya... (sounds like a bad joke, right?  This is actually strangely accurate for most of my stories from work)... a random college-aged dude getting coffee for him and his girlfriend.  Somehow, someway, he makes some obscure reference to one of my favorite chick flicks of all time - "You've Got Mail."  We proceed to talk for 10 minutes, dissecting the intricacies of the plot, commenting on how sadly outdated aol has become, and voicing our frustrations over the obvious inconsistency in character development when Meg Ryan wanders into a Starbucks.  I mean, huuulllloooooo.  She's supposed to represent all things small business!

Anywho.  I only bring this up because:

a)  I love this movie and plan on watching it this week
b)  It's spring break... and a few spring breaks ago I decided to watch "The Godfather" for the sole reason of wanting to understand the references made by Tom Hanks
c)  I have this burning desire to start all blog entries like Meg Ryan wants to start all emails:  as if she's in the middle of a story with an old friend

Furgs wants a cat.  I can't blame her, but while I love my sister's famous feline friend - Cheeto - I have been and always will be a dog person.  And I almost stole this one last night:

My little chihuahua friend.  I'm pretty sure she weighed 0.23 lbs.

Are you noticing that there is absolutely zero flow to this post?  Just kind of writing whatever I please.

If you've spent more than 3 minutes with me, you probably know that one of my greatest joys in life is also one of my greatest pains.  Change is inevitable in life.  And change is hard.  And change is one of the defining characteristics in the Oxbox.  People come and go all the freaking time.  So, the pain is obvious:  it feels like my friends up and leave every day.  But the joy?  New people, new friends, new opportunities constantly present themselves.  You know - one is silver and the other gold - or something like that.  Last night was one of those times when I could take a step back and recognize the crazy ways that God has blessed me with the comings and goings of people in my life... I miss my friends so much, but how can I not love what I have right in front of me?  Tex, who I've known for years.  Allie, who I have served coffee to countless times but now get to call a fellow barista and friend.  The three of us going on a random adventure to Cinci.  So good :)

Bockfest: Representin' the highlighter in OTR.  And if you majorly zoom in you can see the lead-singer of the band sporting a helmet and a pink tard (that's leotard without the leo).