sewing fig leaves

the serpent, more crafty than any other creature

did GOD really say

we may eat, except for The Tree in the middle of the garden; we must not touch it for we will die

you will not surely die, you will be like GOD

woman saw the fruit of The Tree, pleasing to the eye, good for food , desirable for gaining wisdom

she took some and ate, she gave to her husband, and he ate

the eyes of them both were opened

man and wife realized they were naked

made coverings of fig leaves for themselves

heard the sound of the LORD GOD walking in the garden

hid from the LORD GOD

where are you

I was afraid because I was naked

who told you; have you eaten from The Tree about which i commanded you

it was the woman whom you gave

what have you done

it was the serpent which you created

to the serpent he said, cursed are you above all creatures; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel

to the woman he said, i will greatly increase your pains in childbearing; your desire will be for you husband, your husband will rule over you

to adam he said, cursed is the ground because you have done this; it will produce thorns and thistles; for dust you are and to dust you will return

adam named his wife eve

the LORD GOD made coverings of skin, the first sacrifice

the LORD GOD said, man has now become like us, knowing good and evil; he can not be allowed to reach and take from The Tree Of Life and so live forever

so the LORD GOD banished the man and the woman from the garden

after this, the LORD GOD placed a cherubim and a flaming sword on the east side of the garden to guard the way to The Tree Of Life

shirkin' your workin'

So...

...camp happened last week.

loud music is beneficial, it keeps you awake.

why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you.
must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well.





P.S. It's from a song by Imogen Heap called Goodnight and Go.

It sure is yellow.

Uh huh, uh huh.

P.S. I'm not working today....AAAAH!!!(that was a wierded out "AAAAH")

maybe it's just satisfaction

Happiness is coming home from work, stripping off the soaking wet socks that have been squidging in your shoes all day, hopping in the shower, scalding yourself from the hot water, putting on a cleeeeeeean new shirt, some cleeeeeean new pants, and some cleeeeeean new socks.

That is happiness. At least it was for today.

aaaaand REPEAT.

Dancing to Vengaboys, We Like To Party is generally an exceptionally good time, even when you are a horrid dancer.


Except when you trip over the cat who is rushing to it's water bowl.