Contemplation beside a Peaut Butter Jar...

I think people find caring about things exhausting, and therefore, instead of just being a little pickier, or coming to the fact that their time and life really are not their own so stop whining...they just stop caring at all. Peanut butter is a wonderful creation, but somehow I don't like when it's put into cookies. My 10K is coming in at an alarming rate, hence this being a shortened post so I can head out at 4:45 to whip my butt into shape at the gym. Literally. Wearing tights at the Watchmen movie premiere made me a little more aware of the need for this. Tomorrow is the first volunteer day that I am leading to the Long Beach Rescue Mission, and I am hoping that at least the minimum number of people required to run the kitchen show up. You know, its hard to pass on ideas and wrap people up in them so they want to follow. I need to work on my charisma, or maybe just my marketing strategy. I've read that passage about the first church, how they did not consider their possessions their own, and I wish that some church, somewhere, would make this a reality again. Without being a cult of course. You know, this may be slightly out there, but I think the church could do with a little cult-ish ness to it. Not in the "drink your cool-aid" type of way, but in the devotion, minus the often mindless obedience present in random cults.... But seriously folks, when you drag yourself to church, run out asap, and don't know your neighbors, the people sitting next to you in the pews (or fluffy chairs - the real reason I picked my church) or maybe even your own family members...what's the deal? Now, I know that I am picky about friends, and extremely picky about close friends, but I think that relationships in general have gone by the wayside in our pursuit of productivity, even sometimes in the church. I know I am at fault of running around like a headless chicken (lean white meat all around), but its something that has been consistently changing. Yes, that is right, the transformation into a watchless (and yet still decently punctual) hippie is underway. Add in my longer hair, shoelessness, and dancing, pretty soon tye dye clouds are going to be seen overhead. Well...to an extent, still have my violent streak that enjoys a good tackle during ultimate...

I have a meeting next week about volunteer ops at the Long Beach Rescue Mission. Just another step outside of my comfort zone as I have to plan activities, recruit people, and yes, even talk to scary older men.

Time for running, swimming and the odd baking for 2o min in the sauna. Detoxification, woot.