Random Thoughts

Since I have been trapped in the house with the Crud, I've had a lot of down time.  I recently found my Ipod Shuffle that my daughter, Callie gave me a couple of Christmases ago.  I don't really listen to much of today's music, so there is mostly 80's music on my Shuffle.  Thrown in with that is some Maroon 5, Jason Mraz, and even some Veggie Tales.  (I'm a little different).  Gimme some Stevie Wonder and Frank Sinatra too.  I also have some great Christian artists on there.  Steven Curtis Chapman, Third Day,Point of Grace, Francesca Battistelli, and Keith Green.

Keith Green, for those of you that have never heard of him, was a musical artist called home to his Heavenly Father in 1982.  I was 15 at the time and didn't even know Keith Green existed.  My cousin had given me his So You Wanna Go Back to Egypt record and I probably had it laying around for a couple years before I actually listened to the whole album and what the songs were actually saying.  It changed my life. 

I know people have said that about music before, but I can't describe it any other way.  God spoke to me through Keith's music.  The songs helped me see my need to follow GOD completely and totally.  The songs showed me how much GOD wants a relationship with us.

Soon my record player died and life went on.  But every time I thought of those songs, they touched my heart.  Sometime in the early 90's I  came across No Compromise, the book written by Keith's wife, Melody Green.

This book told about Keith and Melody's conversion to Christianity and their journey to live out the Christianity of the Bible.  It is an amazing story.  It also showed my things about myself I hadn't realized before.  Since I only had the one record of Keith's and record players are now dinosaurs, I wasn't sure I would ever hear those songs again.

Thank goodness for technology!  I can now listen to these songs again thanks to iTunes. 

God is good.
All the time.
All the time.
God is good.

The Humboldt Crud

Yep...I've got it.  I have decided to just admit it and be done with it.  "What exactly is The Humboldt Crud," you ask?

Well...let me start by saying this.

Yes, I wash my hands frequently.  Especially since I work with kids and the general public.  But, nonetheless, these critters have taken up residence in my body.  And in the words of Garrett...."Jesus likes us to share."  Thanks for reminding me Garrett, but I don't think He meant this.  And while I'm sure that Joseph's mother likes him to share, I'm guessing Tootie might be wrong when she suggested this was all Joseph's fault.

They arrived uninvited and I'm quite ready for them to leave.  They have outstayed their welcome.

I don't like uninvited visitors....especially the rude and disgusting kind.

My throat feels like this.  I drink tea and honey.  I gargle with salt water.  I rub Vick's VapoRub (I love this stuff!) on my throat and chest. I suck on cough drops.

When I do this...several things happen at once.

1. 
   
   I nearly pee my pants.
2. 
   
   My feet feel like they are coming up through my chest.
3. 
   
   My raging throat feels like sandpaper against flint.
4. 
   
   I start whining and planning my funeral.

So you see... I have a bad case of the Humboldt Crud.  The stuff is legendary around here.   Parents sending their sweet wee ones to the local university are encouraged to pack them a Humboldt Crud Kit.  Poems have been written about the Crud.  And local health food stores know to carry Crud Cure for all us locals. 

I'd done with it though.  I'm ready to fight back with my herbs, teas, lozenges, juice, and vitamin C.  If I don't make it out alive....well, don't come to the funeral.  I don't want you to get the Crud.