Here is a book of daily devotional readings, about the length of those little Our Daily Bread devotionals, only about 10 times deeper, more Love-and-Grace and life-affirming than hellfire and brimstone, without being cloying, My Utmost for His Highest, by Oswald Chambers [link] that I would recommend as a gift for any Christian. As originally written, I find it quite readable, but the modern language updated edition would probably be good for people whose reading level is more USA Today than the King's English. If I could sum up what I took away from it, it would be this: "Ok, so you screwed up and sinned again and feel so guilty you are just going to give up - guess what, God knows all about our frailties, is not shocked in the least, and loves us anyway, so get off your pity party and love Him back by refusing to give up."
'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Fuck Cancer!
We too have a spare room, hell we might even make the bed if Redondo Beach (SW of LA) is on the world tour.
Fuck cancer , indeed.
best to everyone involved.
Count me in the Fuck Cancer camp. Nice crowded camp.
All this "fuck cancer" has reminded me of a recent conversation with K-Bug in which she reminded me she is a big girl now.
I forget the topic at hand, but I had said I felt like I had been screwed and not in a good way. Her response was "With sandpaper?"
Yeah. Cancer can kiss my ass. I miss talking to my dad.
Cancer is an unrelenting bitch and not the good kind of Bitch.
Yays! to GC. Congrats on finishing grad school!
I forget the topic at hand, but I had said I felt like I had been screwed and not in a good way. Her response was "With sandpaper?"
I love K-Bug. She's lovely.
Oh yeah, fuck cancer. We are in the midst of our first holiday season without Jack (DW's dad). It sucks.
{{{ND}}}
I just sent out ecards to my sisters, and now I'm wondering at the current etiquette of Christmas cards. I really don't want to go buy cards, fill them out, and spend money on stamps, but I'm not sure if ecards, even nifty ones, are considered "thoughtful" enough.
Frank, I'm so sorry. Fuck cancer indeed.
I'm watching a What Not To Wear in which they put a 360 mirror in a mall and then picked someone from all the people who "tried out." The woman they went with would not let Nick cut her (way way way too long) hair. I'm irrationally pissed that she kept someone else from the experience when she wasn't really ready to commit. I could see it if someone else nominated her, but she chose to put herself in the running! LAME!