There's a Fly in My Room

I’d like to preface the subject of this blog with this tidbit of information, which I deem to be extremely relevant: I rarely spend time in my own bedroom.  I use it for its intended purpose, which is to sleep, change, and occasionally do laundry (stress occasionally).  With that said, I will proceed.

In my absence, there has been an invasion.  Now, I hold it to be self-evident that most people hate flies.  They are, afterall, part of the pestilence of Egypt. 

My 1^st Encounter:

Unassumingly I was lying in my own bed, somewhere between fully conscious and REM when I hear a faint buzzing in my ear.  I awaken to no tangible evidence of foul play and therefore chalk my experience up to a dream.  I now know that I was wrong, devastatingly so.

2^nd Encounter:

I awaken in the morning to the sound of light rain on the roof.  As I am laying there being lulled back to sleep by the steady beat, I hear it-the buzzing sound again and its getting closer and closer.  I frantically wave to and fro to locate the cause of this irritating sound and….whack!  The fly dive-bombed me!  It is then that I realize this fly has a death wish.

3^rd Encounter:

A day has gone by.  No word from the opposing force.  Unguarded and unaware, I descended to my room to sleep.  The noise.  The awful noise reminding me of my pesky problem arises in my ear.  Finally I see my attacker for the first time in my bed!  Assuming control of the void space in my room is one thing, but I equate this grievance to that of assuming a king’s throne!

Now it has occurred to me that this fly may have mistaken my absence in my room as the abdication of my throne.  Honestly, I can see that.  It’s not altogether absurd; it’s just not the reality of the case.

I asked myself, how long do these dastardly life forms live anyway?  I looked it up.  Two weeks to a month!  Oh no, no, no.  It is time for this imposter to go now.  Excuse me, cyberspace, I must go recapture my kingdom…where do we keep those fly swatters anyway?

A Little About Miss Little Green Eyes

I think every blogger starts their first blog with the exact same phrase..."I never thought I'd be blogging but..".  So in every effort to be unique and inspiring, I refuse to follow suite.  I'll jump right in, because let's face it, that is how I do most things in life.  I'm a jumper.  That is one thing I see through my little green eyes. Here's a look at some other things I see through them... 


I'm very intrinsic lately...even to the point of actually listening to and liking Coldplay, which yes, by the way, is to blame for my blog title, albeit highly ironic. 

I'm a lover of the comma.  Not that I am actually writing to anyone, but if you have happened upon my blog, you may notice my overuse of the punctuation.  I attribute that to voice and apologetically refuse to change.  Read the words, pause at the commas, and move on.  I hope we understand each other.

Jesus is my source.  He is my everything.  From the breath that I breathe to the dreams that I dream, He is there with me, moving, guiding, changing, reshaping.  You can't separate me from Him.  If you see me, you see what He has done with and in spite of me.

Office supply stores are like my Disney World.  I have literally spent hours of my time touching, feeling, oo-ing, awe-ing in those stores.  There are so many gadgets and things I can touch...it's a kinesthetic's dream.

Lastly, Starbucks.  It's liquid sleep.  How can anyone say 'no' to that?  Is it an unsafe, addictive drug?  My question is, who cares?

So, this is my first blog.  It's a little all over the place, but then again, so am I.  It fits me. I think I shall blog again soon.