Signs

Road signs annoy me. They really, honestly do because they distract me from what I really want to do. They are bossy. They make me pay attention to the side of the road. And what's more, jerks like to write gang symbols on them, which makes them absolutely appealing works of art! And yet, I'm thankful for them, as was proved yesterday when chevron signs warned my sister to stay on the right side of the road as a car was coming the other direction. If there were no signs, she would have crashed. We all would have had a nasty time, even though our massive van would have triumphed.

Now that you have all heard my little soapbox about road signs, I'm trying to think of a great analogy with some deeper, spiritual meaning. The first one that springs to mind is about the "Signs of the Times" for the End Times. I'm rather divided on the whole End Times thing, mostly because I firmly believe in taking prophecy as literally as possible and yet I'm not willing to believe that every tragedy is pointing to the End Times.

All of this being said, I've come to the conclusion that we are living in the beginning of the End. Perhaps the End is still two hundred years from now, but it is coming nonetheless. I look at the news, and it more dismal than usual. Natural disasters keep on getting more prominent, Israel is increasingly surrounded by angry Arabs (wait, that isn't a change. It's the angry Europeans that bear watching.) and the US is led by the most inept administration since at least Warren G. Harding.

Oh, by the way, have I just made my political views known? So sorry if you voted for our current government. I respect them as the leaders of the US, I pray for them, I fervently disagree with them. And I have no trust. Just look at the BP fiasco. Not that I think Republicans could do better. It seems you know a US president's term limit is coming when he starts bumbling in the Gulf of Mexico.

Allow me to get more personal. I'm sitting on my front porch, watching my two-year-old brother sleep. It's sorta funny how I can walk into the post office and everyone knows me, I walk home from the post office and three people greet me, and then I get home and letting the kid sleep in the car unattended isn't safe. What type of place is this, anyway?

I started another story idea today. I hate it. That means it is probably pretty good, for me, although I still try my hand at fantasy long after I should have given it up and gone into romance fiction or something. Hey, what if I brought fantasy elements together with romance...WAIT, that's already been done and the world has yet to pay atonement in full for it. Maybe the BP accident is our propitiation for Twilight.

Have I mentioned my poetry? I wrote three or four poems on the EMW Mayterm and haven't been inspired since. Since the last time I had voluntarily written poetry before that was in 7th grade, I figure I have a few years to wait for my next inspiration. I should post it here but I'm lazy. I also have a financial aid form to fill out and a paper to write. I'm so motivated right now.

On the good side, my life isn't consumed with work like last summer. I'm hoping to keep work and life in balance - I do one for thirty hours a week, and then I come HOME and PARTY. Partying in my household is pretty much eating long, slow dinners, laughing at stupid jokes and playing chess or Blokus.

Welp, don't have to go but I have nothing else to fire off right now. Have a great day!