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Jen said "oh shit i have to get ads in... here i am loving myself forgetting about deadlines" So I thought I would post them here...
As we all know God does not have a paying job. He does not get a paycheck, he does not have a bank account, 401k, credit cards, and so on. Which raises a very interesting question. How did he pay for Child Support? Now you got Mary with postpartum depression, Joseph breaking his back trying to provide for his new family, the wise men have left, angels dropping in at random times with their bright light and annoying harps in the background, and the little poop machine with colic (yeah thats right I just called Baby Jesus a poop machine). And there is God looking down on the world, his feet up on a cloud kicking back drinking a beer and watching the game. (I have no idea what game it is, but i am sure someone in the world was playing some type of game and he was watching it) The little poop machine is going to need new hay for his crib, diapers, formula, food, clothes, Teva looking sandals, and so on. So now what do you do? Bring God to court for Child Support? And really even if you do, what Judge is going to side with Mary when she is going after God no matter how dead beat of a dad he is?
Now back to rebelling teenage Jesus. He is the guy you want to hang out with in high school. While all the other kids in school are trying to find an older brother or sister, cool parent, or random homeless guy to buy them a six pack your already drinking wine with Jesus. I wonder if he takes requests? "Nah Jesus I said I wanted a Merlot, Johnny wanted the Cabernet." He should have bottled that stuff and sold it. Think of all the money and time he could have saved without having to have a vineyard, the process of making the wine, workers, and so on. He would only have to worry about bottling it. He could call it Jesus Juice with a picture of him on the front giving the thumbs up. I don't know about you but I know I would buy Jesus Juice. *okay I think I am done with my blogs about Mary, Joseph, Jesus and God*
Well if you are lucky enough to have an awesome friend you have known sine 7th grade that sends you amazing E-mails like the following one I just got (all her E-mails she sends me really are this good) Thank you Baby Jesus for Jen! Lets talk about how amazing my mom is. She text me (yeah thats right my mom knows how to text) about NO on 8. Today she texts me "did i tell u that yes on 8 signs r in rows on the roads...all over...i hope it doesnt pass...those people r really pathetic" Here I lay wishing I was sleeping. My alarm is set for 5:00am so I can get back on track and yet I can not sleep. If I stay up to late I will be no use at the gym. Now I am just trying to kill time until I can pass out. Plans and stories are not helping any tonight. Ugh Thousands of out of state residents were bussed into Qualcom Stadium (where the Chargers play) yesterday to "pray" that Prop 8 passes, ultimately banning the right for gays to marry. They traveled here so they can ask their god to discriminate. So we answered with a 7000+ rally in Hillcrest. On November 1st 2008 we took to the streets in support of Equal Rights in California. Here is some footage. I have never seen so many people in scrubs as I have in Denver. My neighbor does her gardening in her scrubs. All these scrubs has made me realize my odd love for them. Something about them is kind of hot and due to my lack of scrubs in San Diego I am thinking I need to start hanging out in hospitals when I get back to San Diego.....mmm scrubs Here is another random post, that may turn into me using this journal again. Just relaxing around the house waiting to go to the Broncos game today and counting down until I move back to San Diego, CA. Okay thats all I really got right now. And now back to my music. So its been a hot min since I have posted on here...over a year. I was bored at work so I thought I would log in and see whats going on. Which was fun at first, then went quickly down hill. Mainly due to other peoples blogs I did not really want to read. But as we all know we throw ourselves in the fire often. |
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