Of Mice and Men

I read John Steinbeck's "Of Mice and Men" a few weeks ago. It only took me one day to read, but I have to say, when I was finished reading it I had a knot in the pit of my stomach. Now I am not against good literature at all by any means. I thoroughly enjoyed "Grapes of Wrath" and other classic novels. But the whole thought that was centered around Of Mice and Men was disturbing. You may not agree with me, and thats ok, because this is MY blog. nah nah nah nah naaaah nah. I shared my opinion with my best friend, Kristen (who is an english major..so you probably can already guess her response). She promptly said (and im paraphrasing here) "Megan, you cant write turn of the century books that want to change the course of history by being nice." And yes, she is right. Do I like fluffy, mamsey-pansey stories that lift my heart right out of my chest? Maybe. Should I be looked down on because of that? Possibly. But in case no one was paying attention, I did not say that I didnt like Of Mice and Men. All I said was that it disturbed me. As I think it should disturb any normal human, in my opinion. But it was a great book, though I would not hold it in such high regards as Grapes of Wrath. John Steinbecks use of dynamic detail is not very present in Of Mice and Men, therefore I do have to hold it in slightly lesser standing. But the thing is, its very real. This is a story that you can see really happening in our nations history. Just two men, trying to make it through the "hard times". We have no clue where they came from or how they really ended up together, but what an outlook on our relationships today. Oh, to be a writer like John Steinbeck! I can be honest, I will never make it that far I'm sure. All I can write is what I can write, and thats all there is to it. But I do reccomend Of Mice and Men to anyone who wants to get a look into what a world looks like without Christ in it.

Our Fish

While at Petco one day my son fell in love with some goldfish. Since they were only 13 cents I had the lady get out two for us-one for my son and the other for my daughter. My son's fish is gold and black, and sports a perfect Hitler mustache right across his upper lip. Since my husband is a painter, I named one fish Sherwin, and the other Williams- Much to my husbands horror, as he is a strict Porter Paints man. Anyways, Sherwin and Williams are very stupid goldfish. Big surprise. I noticed this the first time I fed them. I put the flakes in, but they didnt budge. They refused to come to the top of the water to get the food, though they were obviously hungry. Instead, they waited for the flakes to get water-logged and then sink down to the bottom of the bowl. Now I gag everytime I feed them, because the bottom of the bowl is filled with fish poopy and who knows what else and the food gets mixed in with all that-AND THE FISH EAT IT! How gross!!!! If only theyd go to the top of the bowl! I myself have never eaten fish food, but I imagine it tastes a lot better crispy than soggy and mixed with fish droppings. But as I sit and think about these fish I wonder how many times I act like them in my life. How many times have I missed what God has given me because I refuse to venture to the top of my bowl? How many times have I eaten poop-laden leftovers when I could have eaten straight from the Master's hand?
Now instead of grumbling about how stupid and gross these fish are everytime I feed them, I am instead humbled as God reminds me that sometimes these fish and I arents that different after all. Even though I have never actually eaten poopy fish food.

Here I am

The first time I heard about blogging I snorted and smirked "What else are they going to come up with?". So, Ladies and Gentlemen, I sit in front of my computer screen very humbled, writing my very first blog. I have to admit the very thing I scoffed is now luring me in, but I still hold to my very strong opinion that "blog" is a stupid word. I hate it even more than I hate the word "municipal", but not as much as I hate the phrase "slicker than snot". With that being said, lets start with proper intros. I am Megan, and last august my husband, children and I moved to Louisville, KY so my husband can finish his undergraduate at Boyce College and then move on to the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary after that. I say that all while puffing out my chest and stroking my all wise white beard. Actually, Joe-my hubby- is only able to take two classes a semester, so by the time he is done with school I probably will have a beard. I guess I take some of the blame for that though. Im kinda fond of eating. Therefore said hubby has to make a living. I make a living by homeschooling my oldest, keeping the youngest out of the trash, and occasionally checking in on our now hybernating turtle. Who knew my life could be so busy! Oh, I forgot to mention that I am also the dish-washer, counter-wiper, floor-sweeper, laundry-folder, hynie-wiper, diaper-changer, bed-maker, puke-cleaner, koolaid-maker, and every other -ener and -uper you can name. Instead of a revolver in my holster I carry a bottle of long-range shooting Lysol. Im a cowboy babaay. Saving my household from unwanted varmit germs and pesky dust bunnies. So, as I conclude ny first..-yuck-..BLOG.., I invite you to enjoy the all-time thrilling wild ride of my life filled with suspence, action, and good ole slap-yur-knee comedy. I know bow and exit stage right.