When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?”

They got up and returned at once to Jerusalem. There they found the Eleven and those with them, assembled together and saying, “It is true! The Lord has risen and has appeared to Simon.” Then the two told what had happened on the way, and how Jesus was recognized by them when he broke the bread.

To the God who breaks bread with us, breaks our expectations, and breaks with changing power into our lives we give praise.

Am busy being dead blog recently. Have felt very little compulsion to use the internets lately. Anyone else feeling similarly? I think it’s mostly being busy–with loads of fun stuff (dancing, hanging with Jr. High students at church, etc.) and also some studying for licensure exam, which will officially be taken on April 21.

So consider this my own notification of my dead-blogness. And sorry I’m not commenting on any of your blogs.

Every time Ray goes to feed the chickens, I imagine its a little something like this.

Ray = Gonzo.

As you may know, 7-11 has been developing their name as a purveyor of fine wines and, to that end, will be sponsoring the annual California Vintner’s Association conference in Napa this spring. In order to educate and assist shoppers from all walks of life, particularly those who are new to the world of wine, in selecting the best wine to pair with a fine meal (perhaps some supreme omelette taquitos), a brief, in-store tutorial has been developed. Please enjoy.

*Please Note: The writer of this blog endorses neither the math, nor the apparent recommended serving, involved in the final photograph.

It’s been difficult for me to decide who to honor with association to those hilarious balcony critics, Statler and Waldorf. The fact that I loved their sarcasm and derision even as a young child probably suggests a great deal about my character, but lovable they are.

I have so many friends with a well-developed level of sarcasm and satire, I had a hard time choosing. After much deliberation, I think there can be no disagreement that they remind one of Robert T and his good buddy Jason B. You may not know the latter well, but you should.

The full video clip apparently exists nowhere on the internets, but the audio ain’t bad. Enjoy.

Enjoy.

Also, what the hey?

Scooter, this happy-go-lucky, cheerful, guitar-playing, wearer of glasses reminds me of our friend Jason Y. He also loves a good bass line.

Denise (listening to Beyonce, i.e. bootyshaking music): Paul! Doesn’t this song make you wanna shake something?

Paul: Yeah. A baby.

I’m not really sure how the discussion started, but at some point in late December 2008, the husband and I started trying to decide which Muppet each of our friends and family members were most like. We outlined quite a number before realizing that most people would probably find this likening-to-puppets quite insulting. Then we decided, in the name of blog-art, that you just can’t let a little thing like losing all your friends permanently & forever stop you from telling them they remind you of felty hand puppets. That’s just the standard of moral courage we live by.

So without further ado, Lindsay P-Y, just guess who you are, you sassy, brassy gal…

(Since this muppet is a swine, not to mention traditionally rather flamboyantly dressed, I cleared this with Linz first. I plan to be less courteous to the rest of you.)

Happy new year, former friends.

The trouble with Christmas shopping is I always start really late, and am never really sure if I’m done. Maybe one more genius idea will strike me in the next 72 hours and I will simultaneously develop a burning desire to again experience the insanity of a local mall. Maybe I’m more done than I realize.

Also, I just finished reading the second book in the Twilight series, New Moon. In less than 24 hours. Just in case your Christmas shopping isn’t done, I would like a vampire of my very own. Pretty please. Meaning, make sure it’s a pretty vampire, please.