Ok. So today is a big day in my blogging world.

Today is my 100Th Blog!

Not a big deal to you?

Huh. I don't know what to tell you then!

I never thought I would get to blog number two, let alone number 50, and now, here I am at number 100. That's a big deal to me.

Let's celebrate.

Just kidding, it's obviously not that big of a deal. I mean, like on TV shows though, they always make a big deal out of their 100Th episode. It usually includes some sort of celebrity guest appearance.

So, that's what I decided to do. I decided to have celebrity guest appearances on my blog today. Wait for it, wait for it....

Hi, this is James King.

Hey there, this is Chris Klein.

Um, in case your not getting the significance, they are actors from Omaha, even if they are some what obscure now. (Sorry guys.)

What? If I would have used Gerald Ford and Marlon Brando you would have known that I was lying! Besides I assumed that Pearl Harbor and American Pie carried enough cultural significance you would know who I was talking about.

Anyways, obviously there was no real celebrity guest appearance.... But isn't that the beauty of the Internet? Anonymity. I mean, if I wouldn't have fessed up, you would have never even known I wasn't telling the truth. They could have totally been home visiting their families here in Omaha and I could have met them at Bakers, or a Gas Station and we could have totally hit it off. For that matter, I could also have Maroon Five(Although they are from Lincoln) sitting next to me as well.

Adam, would you like to say hello?

He can't right now, he's hitting on Jamie King. (He's a little bit of a man-whore, huh?)

Just go with me, ok? It's my 100Th blog, I get to say whatever I want.

Ha. Fine. I say whatever I want anyways, but today at least don't judge me! :)

My mom said to me last night, that "She's actually enjoyed my blogs recently, now that she knows I am joking."

I thought, oh great, it only took like 95 blogs for the message that "I'm never serious" to come through.

In case, it hasn't been clear to you however, please don't take my Waitressing Is Socialism Blog seriously or even the blog on, ok, or well any of them actually...

I'll try to warn you anyways, just in case I'm going to be serious. I mean, hey I always try to warn you when I'm about to be crazy, it's the least I can do.

That begs the answer though, If I'm not being serious, just what is the point of this blog?

I'm certainly not trying to make a point. Or inform you on one particular area of expertise. Some people write blogs to their families, talking about their kids and every day happenings... I guess that's a part of this, but for sure not the entire point.... Some people actually make sense and have something to say. Some people even get paid for this.

So, what the what am I doing?

I'm pretty sure we all have yet to figure that out.

But I can at least guarantee I will never be serious.

I learned that this weekend. At the Beth Moore thing.

I mean, I had trouble taking it seriously before we went, not that I didn't think I would learn anything, and I certainly didn't think it would be a waste of time, but when they handed me the pink polk-a-dotted bag with a piece of chocolate and a packet of tissues in it, I almost lost it all together.

Ok, granted I picked the bag, but I love pink, I don't know what to tell you. If I was going to take a bag, it certainly wasn't going to beige or teal.

Thank the Lord for women who are able to have emotions and feel things and in general take things seriously.

Because if there was a world of me out there, we would be in serious trouble.

But for real? A chocolate. The Hershey Kiss at the bottom of that bag was like the magical antidote to a room brimming with estrogen. In case of overdose, please eat chocolate.

And I love how they anticipate the crying. Here's an entire packet of tissues for when you cry. Not, if you cry, but when.

And don't even get me started on the end of Beth Moore's speech when she has you turn to your "girlfriend" (Her words, not mine.) and speak words to them like you're saying your vows to each other! Thank God Melinda was my partner and I can totally count on her to not take it seriously either. And I'm just going to say this. I don't hug. I hate hugging. In fact, I hate touching other people at all, so when you tell me to hug someone else, make it an order, chances are I'm going to roll my eyes and declare my disobedience. Which is exactly what happened.

But Fine.

I'll admit it.

I cried. Ok, not cried, but teared up. It was during the music at the end, and I don't think it had anything to do with the actual message although it was superb(I do want to be an exceptional woman, and don't listen to everything I say, So Long Insecurity is worth checking out :)), it had everything to do with the stupid songs. Yes stupid, I don't relish being emotional in public and so stupid they are.

Amazing Grace of course. I cry every time. And if the lyrics weren't enough to force a tear, we sang it at my dad's funeral and therefore all I have to do is say the words Amazing Grace and suddenly I am a blubbering mess.

But then, we sang in Christ Alone. And I don't know if you know the lyrics. But seriously. Let me just say, seriously.

I tend to look at worship music like a business. They have a job to achieve, the entire point of them is to evoke emotion from the congregation. And since, at one time I was in a worship band and the worship leader gave us a cue to raise our hands in order to pull the same response out of the congregation, it's needless to say that since then I have been a little skeptical of the worship process. Not that I can't worship, just that I kind of never have a desire to raise my hands or clap because of that.

But just read the last two verses to that song and tell me you don't tear up, just a little. Just a little bit.

There in the ground His body Lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
'til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.

Ok, tell me, just tell me that if you really believe that(Which I do) it doesn't bring a little tear to your eyes? Or worse. Much, much worse. Even if you don't believe that, those are powerful words.

And honestly, to believe those words has infected my entire being, and for me, there is no other option then to be forever emotionally compromised when I think on their meaning. So here I am, reflecting on the last four lines of that song(No power of hell, no scheme of man Can ever pluck me from His hand, 'til He returns or calls me home, Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.), deciding that ok, maybe it's not so bad to shed a few tears for something meaningful. Hallmark commercials get them, why can't God too?

See? Just when I declare that I'm not going to be serious ever, this happens! And I promised I would warn you, which I didn't, so I guess that makes me a liar.

Or maybe, just maybe, I'm spicing things up for the 100Th edition of my Blog Publication. :)