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happy leap day

hey!  happy leap day!  it's a day that occurs once every four years, and that means it's my day to take a shower. 

just kidding.  i take one at least once a year, whether i need it or not.

seriously, though, i don't know who invented leap day, but whoever did it is such a snob.  i mean really.  this just a day for crazy liberals who don't believe all the other 365 days aren't good enough.  no, those crazies say we need yet another day so women can propose marriage to men, which is entirely opposite of the created and Biblical order.  soon they'll be trying to turn to form us into their own image and turn every day into leap day, as if 365 days isn't enough for all the good, hard-working americans out there.  we don't need no stinkin' leap day! 

last night i finished "committed" by elizabeth gilbert.  it was a fascinating tale of one woman's wrestling with the whole idea of marriage, and how she finally came to terms with it.  as someone who performs wedding ceremonies and counsels couples who are considering getting married, i found it to be really interesting and worthwhile, particularly for understanding modern ideas about matrimony.  perhaps most valuable, though, was the historical perspective she was able to offer about the social meanings and mores of marriage gleaned from her extensive research on the topic.  it is always good, in my opinion, to discover that there is more to something that what you've come to think of it in your few short decades on this earth.  there is this great pool of wisdom behind us but many times we are too hellbent on racing towards the future to take any heed.  this book was able to provide me with an opportunity to take a dip in that pool, even while also hearing the story of gilbert's own unique journey of dealing with the institution of marriage.  this was a worthwhile read for me. 


i'm about to hit 100,000 visits to my blog, probably today or tomorrow.  in celebration of doing something much longer than i had ever expected, i want to give something away, but i'm not sure what or how yet, so stay tuned, and thanks for continuing to come back to this tiny little orange corner of the web. 


Emoly said…
Lego's make a good give away! Or money. But you could always make a special collage and give that away... I'm sure you didn't need the ideas, but I felt like sharing them. It's Leap Day after all (that really doesn't mean anything, I just felt like saying it. Maybe I need more coffee...)

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