keeping myself weird

For my small group this week, we talked about how everybody is weird and in desperate need of Grace. We defined Grace as the second chance, an opportunity to grow, a moment where you experience something that makes you feel like you aren't alone in this world. Sometimes you achieve this through a relationship with God, sometimes you are given Grace by the people you surround yourself with.

This is all given to us through opportunities, defining moments, times that we can look back on and say "that was the turning point" or "that's where it all began". It is strange to think that many times we don't recognize those moments when they happen, but reflecting upon them is when it becomes really serious and very real. I feel like I have had a few of those moments in the last week. My relationships and friendships with people have shifted and changed, and I'm not entirely sure if they are lined up where I want them to be anymore, but it is officially out of my hands.


Anyways, that was my ramble for the post. I probably should go in to it more considering my audience, but I'd rather not due to the same fact. So...instead I will distract with my grateful discovery of the real name of my favorite flower. A little back story to why I haven't known before this point. I have very few favorite movies that classify as romantic comedies or chick flicks, but one in particular would definitely qualify in that category. Simply Irresistible. Not a classic obviously, but it does reveal my passion for cooking and why I think I enjoy it so much. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they cook and I definitely feel like this movie give me something to identify with on that level.

So, in the movie there is a scene where she cooks with flowers (and I'm jealous of that ability because I think that I would wind up poisoning the people I'm cooking for). During the movie they called it the "vanilla orchid" and I've been trying to figure out the real name ever since because that is obviously not the real name. And drum roll please...Oncidium Sharry Baby. No lie. I think I prefer trying call it a Vanilla Orchid, much easier to say. Now I finally have the actual name to say when asked that question. Almost a relief.

But logically speaking? Not exactly an answer that I should give as its rare, expensive, and apparently need to be imported if I'm reading this website correctly. There go my hopes of ever getting my real favorite flower! So now I have to be in the market for a more reasonable choice. The only thing I can say for sure is no matter what, I will never respect a man who gives me roses. See the previous post, I never want to be a cliche.



Well, I guess that's it for now. To the left is a picture of the "Vanilla Orchid".