My feminine side, and more lyrics

I'm not very macho:

I've been involved in baking adventures both of the last two weekends...
I put up a collage on my wall of various cards and postcards I've received over the last year, each one from a different person, and it's by my door so I'll see them as I head out of my room each morning...
At the moment, I'm listening to "I'm Just a Girl" by No Doubt...
I've spent the evening cooking, cleaning, and folding clothes...
I have a fuzzy green sweater that is the softest sweater in the world, and I'm hoping the weather gets cooler so I can wear it...
Buying my own food is fun - it's Eggnog season again! Also, I've discovered that getting a loaf of raisin bread is worth it because when it's just me around the house, I'll toast it and eat it, whereas a normal loaf of bread lasts me long past when the bread goes stale. And what's up with me finally liking vanilla yogurt? did they just recently put flavoring in it so that it tastes good, or what? Lastly, three words: Heath Klondike Bars.


Anyhow.
My family arrives tomorrow from NorCal! Yay!

So Greg corrected me - in the last post, I mentioned him saying he was born to be in his mid-twenties - really, he believes he will be hitting his stride in his late twenties. So he has a ways to go, yet.
A friend of mine voiced the opinion that if Greg was born to be in his late twenties, perhaps I was born to be eight (playing with Lego, etc). :-) It may be so, and if so, I am long past my prime... but at least I still get to play with Lego. Besides, as C.S. Lewis said, "When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up." There are far worse fates than being perpetually an eight-year-old.


And Caedmon's Call still rocks. In the spirit of Thanksgiving:

"You know I ran across an old box of letters
While I was bagging up some clothes for Goodwill
But you know I had to laugh that the same old struggles
That plagued me then are plaguing me still
I know the road is long from the ground to glory
But a boy can hope he's getting some place
But you see, I'm running from the very clothes I'm wearing
And dressed like this I'm fit for the chase

'Cause no, there is none righteous
Not one who understands
There is none who see God
No not one, I said no, not one

So I am thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own

'Cause we're all stillborn and dead in our transgressions
We're shackled up to the sin we hold so dear
So what part can I play in the work of redemption
I can't refuse, I cannot add a thing

'Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear your voice
I stand and rub my eyes and walk to You
Because I have no choice

I am thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own
I'm so thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own

'Cause by grace I have been saved
Through faith that's not my own
It is a gift of God and not by works
Lest anyone should boast"