Disclaimer: What you can’t tell from the sunglasses is that most of the time I am looking at the road. I promise.

Here are the two videos I made in the car. It’s kinda stressful to have two big videos due on the same day, so forgive the lack of bells and whistles.

Video #1- with cape. For the Get Fit Challenge. Cause. You know. It’s RUNNING MY LIFE. I mean, my flipcam. [I'll be honest, I got bored rewatching this video tonight. That's a long 2 minutes of talking. So don't feel bad if you get bored. So did the girl in the video.]

On a not-boring note, there’s a new blog post up at the Get Fit Challenge and I would LOVE to hear your input. Yay for the iPhone and its many ah-mazing apps.

Video #2- sans cape. For SheSeeks about controlling your tongue in anger [A little longer than I usually like to make a video. Someone needs to teach me to control my tongue on long boring car rides.]

If you only have time for one video, go for the one sans cape. Because it gave me a reason to type “sans” again.

[Inside scoop: I'm tired of making videos. I miss the words. All the words. So I'll get back to that soon. Maybe tomorrow. I dunno. Happy Friday.]

Psalm 91 (New International Version)

¹ He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

² I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

³ Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.

⁴ He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

⁵ You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,⁶ nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.

⁷ A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.

⁸ You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.

⁹ If you make the Most High your dwelling— even the LORD, who is my refuge-¹⁰ then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.

¹¹ For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;¹² they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

¹³ You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

¹⁴ “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.¹⁵ He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.¹⁶ With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

Because I don’t know if you know this, but Nashville has been covered in snow for a few months weeks days now.

Honestly, on and off for January and February, we have seen a ton of snow. [Which is a relative statement, I agree. By "ton," I mean "max 6 inches at a time."]

Not DC kind of snow. That junk is insane. 30+ inches? Man, if I lived up there, I would have put on my winter gear, opened a second story window, and jumped out it and right into a snow drift.

[Disclaimer: I have no idea if that would even be possible or wise, I'm just saying that it sounds like fun.]

I’ve discovered in the last few weeks that I was meant to be a Southerner. Now, y’all know good and well that I don’t like getting all hot and sweaty like what happens in South Georgia round about August.

[Most hillbilly sentence of my life? Done.]

But for as much as I dislike being outside on an August afternoon, I’m figuring out that I don’t much prefer the freezing temps that Nashville has been experiencing. I miss going outside. I miss the option to walk places. I’m tired of wearing the same five heavy sweaters over and over and over again.

Dear Nashville fashionistas, forgive me.

I’m just ready to be able to be outside. I. Like. Sunshine.

And bizarrely enough, it seems that we keep getting snow on Sundays and Mondays. I don’t really know why that is. But alas. Tis true. I wanna be all, “Hey weather system, what’s up with hitting Nashville on Mondays?”

I talked to my Hawaiian sister Tatum on the phone yesterday and told her that having snow and ice like this does bad bad things for my motivation to be a productive member of society. See, on a normal snow-free week, I plan out my schedule, know when I’m expected to be at each job, know when Bible study is and when dinners with friends are planned. And I attend all those things without complaint.

But, when the weather is so unreliable, you wonder if everything is going to be canceled. And you silently hope that it is. And Lazy Annie starts planning all the things she’ll do around the house if she’s “snowed in.” Like, you know, watch TV.

So while I appreciate the seasons, and while I do think it’s fun to take pictures of the snow and mail them to my Compassion kid Fred, I am quite sure that this Southern girl is ready for spring.

Which is unfortunate. Because it’s mid-February.

Weather Whine-Fest 2010 shall now cease.

On another note, let’s talk for one little minute about THE BACHELOR. I am SO glad Jake kept Tenley, surprised actually. Though I fear Vienna is going to win. [I could write a whole post about my thoughts on The Bachelor, but I've just waxed less-than-poetically about the weather. That's all the torture I'm inflicting on you for today.]

Your thoughts on weather [yours, mine, or in general], The Bachelor, or life are always welcome.