whose team?

so I hate to write about "twilight" series just because half the junk on the internet right now is about that particular set of books, movies, characters. I am working my way through the books for the second time. The first time is a total blur as I was sucked through the story so quickly. I find myself just as intensely drawn to Stephenie Myer's stories as before, still up reading at 1am. I am on "New Moon" right now and I can't help but think of the ridiculous debate that is raging in the school rooms of the world right now: which team are you on? Well, I see the arguments for both. Jacob is a breath of fresh air after Edward acted like a total jerk. He is light, openly loving, warm (literally) and less likely to kill Bella. Edward's appeal is much stronger in the first, third and forth books, than in the second. He is amazingly attractive, brave, and makes Bella's heart flutter to the point of stopping it. So I am totally on the fence.

The whole debate is less important to me than most others things in my life. It really makes no difference which side you are on, as in the end, they are still just stories. Fictional characters in the finite pages of the books. It does bring about an interesting debate in my mind though. Most Twilight fans are adamantly on one side or the other. They have made their choice and are vocal about it. Oh, if it were only so with the more important things in our lives. If people could stop being so complacent, avoiding the choices they are required to make. I think specifically about their reaction to Christ's sacrifice for them. Many people think that as long as they abstain from the choice, they can avoid stepping on someone's toes. But, in this case, not choosing is a choice. Either you are on Team Jesus, or you are, by default, on the losing team. You can't participate in the prize (in this case, eternal life is way sweeter than simply living forever in this world) if you are on the losing team!

So today's question, whose team are you on?

Feeling Sexy

So this morning, I am wandering around in a new pair of underwear. They are black, boy cuts with frills across the back. Just like the frilly-bummed diaper covers we used to wear as kids. But instead of making me feel silly and childish, I feel hot and empowered. I am wearing with them only a plain black t-shirt. The combination makes me feel like some co-ed in a movie, prompting me to dance around to lousy music, head-banging (I so totally haven't done that...yet). It always amazes me how seemingly simple things like a new pair of draw'rs can dictate my emotions. I totally woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.
I think I will call these my "good morning unders".