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a book and talked mom into reading about the cows and chickens. Read more...
a book and talked mom into reading about the cows and chickens. Read more...
Hitting the Road
In light of my brother Nate, who likes to make original, yet corny jokes: "I'm about to hit the road like a jackhammer." Get it? Hit? ...the road like a jackhammer. Jackhammer? Get it?
I've got a big weekend, and about 2,000 miles ahead of me. Yay!
Wish List
I just saw another ad on TV for heelys. They're basically shoes that have a wheel in the heel of them. Whenever I see kids zipping around on them I secretly wish I had my own pair.
I want to do twirlies, doo-dips, and whiz-bys on a pair of heelys.
If only I was 10 years younger...
The Chopper in Me
I was once talking with PK about doing something cool. If I remember correctly, he said he would like to drive a huge semi-truck, for fun. Something to the effect of sitting behind that 25 inch steering wheel being elevated 10 feet off the ground and practically owning the road. I voiced the desire to drive a chopper. A mean chopper (motorcycle, not helicopter) like one from Orange county Choppers, where my reach is fully extended from my seat to the handle bars.
How about you? Is there something you would like to do/drive, even if it was just once?
...a tank, a whale, a unicycle...
I'm funnier than I thought
I used to be a stuck-up, cooler-than-everyone type of person. Now I realize that I never really was cool, it was just a self portrayed image. Now I laugh about it and yet regret it at the same time. When I think about it, the look on my face is similar to the look on your face after drinking sour milk. I know, gross.
The good news is: I can laugh at myself. I used to not be able to do that, but as life goes on I know it's something I need to work on. And thank you God, it is changing.
10 years ago if I tripped going up the stairs and you laughed at me for it, I would probably have either (a) punched you, or (b) gave you the cold shoulder for a week. It's a combination of a bunch of junk, mainly insecurity and pride. But, if that happened today, I would laugh with you and call myself a goober.
I want to learn even more how to laugh at myself and not be so serious all the time. I think the heart of my issue is pride, and I want all that nasty pride to be removed from myself. I admire people who call themselves goobers. We're all goobers sometimes, amen?
I'm a goober...what is a goober anyways?
He's ONE! (in about 15 minutes)
We celebrate today
And reflect on a year
That has been filled with joy
And many "I need a bottle!" tears
He came into this world
In less than a day
But that beautiful entrance
Will not be forgotten
Never, I say
The joy felt inside
When a new life is born
It's the fruit of a seed sown
it's wonderful!
Wonderful times infinity when he's your own
I could not and will not
Trade for anything in sight
The priviledge and honor
To raise him right
And teach him to fight
Fight for God!
Glory to Him he will bring
Honor and pride
To Jesus, his risen King
It goes without saying
That I'm a proud daddy
I cried like a baby
The first night we had him
Happy one year
And many more to come
To my pal, my buddy, my son, my chum.
We love you Jeremiah Jacob!
-Mom and Dad
Midnight Billiards
I was up late in bed last night playing pool with some guy in Canada. There's this free billiards game for the iphone in which you get connected to random people that also want to play pool at that same time that you open the game. There's a chat feature too.
So after about 4 or 5 games of even play and slight chatting, I asked him:
He said yes, and asked if I did. It was cool. Random, but cool.
I then proceded to whoop his tail in eight ball.
Green Foam
We were up until just shy of 2AM last night mainly cleaning and finishing the pinata. Then we woke up at 5, needless to say we each had a double shot of expresso this morning.
Now I'm drinking greens.
I've got some FEEL GOOD's going on right now, here are the big ones:
-Sheen has some family coming in today for the weekend
-It's Friday
-J's party this weekend
-I love my family
-I love my church family
-The jeans I'm wearing today are mega comfortable
-I was kicking a ball around a bit this morning on the playground at the preschool. I still have my soccer skills, so now I want to go buy a goal and a ball. I know, random.
Grip my guts, oh Lord!
Last night's message at church was really good. It was about being a light for God in our city, workplace, everywhere. God's will is that all men be saved and come into knowledge of Him. Jesus died for ALL, so let's do it! Let's believe God for ALL people to be saved.
The cool thing was at the end PS made a statement about praying that God would grip our guts. That's my new prayer, that my guts would be eternally gripped by God.
In a symbolic sort of a way, of course.
Poopy Pinata
If you ever make a pinata, and decide to try to quicken the dry time of the paper mache, and the balloons are still inflated on the inside, and there are only a couple days until the party, do not use a hair dryer with hot air as the solution. It will undoubtedly increase the balloon size and split the pinata forcing you think of a way to efficiently repair it.
Don't tell the kids.
Caterpillar Piñata
If you're reading this, you're invited to Jeremiah's birthday party this Saturday. It's from 2-4 at our house. Even if you come just for a minute to see the little dude, you should!
People keep asking me: "why are you making it a big deal and renting a bouncearound and having a pinata at his party when he is only turning one?" My response will not change:
Because one is a big deal.
So we're praying for sunshine and warm weather, and strong children to test the strength of our handmade caterpillar filled with goodies.
Sunglasses
We hired Joel to do another family photo shoot a couple weeks ago. He did a great job, as usual.
I'm trying to get our Christmas card idea all setup, and I could hardly wait to get my hands on these pics to start editing them.
Two words: who bad?
Cube of Shame
I came into my office this morning to find about 15 signs and over a hundred mini-signs plastered all over my chair, door, walls, desk, etc that said "Go Greenwood Beat Alma - Bulldogs vs. Aireheads"
I know who did it. And yes, I tore the signs down, burned them, and put the ashes on their desk shaped in a big letter "A" for Alma.
For my readers that don't live here, tonight is the Conference Championship and my home town is playing our rival; Greenwood. Should be a good game. High School ball is such a huge deal around here; it's CRAZY!
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My Blood
In lieu of my post below, I'm donating blood tomorrow here at my work, mainly for the following reasons:
-Blood supply is short
-My pint of blood could save as many as three lives
-I want to see if the same thing happens to me the second time donating, that happened the first. (Read story below)
-My name will be entered to win a 5 day Carribbean cruise
-I get a free t-shirt on the spot
Have you ever donated blood?
By the way, did you know that:
-A newborn baby has about 1 cup of blood in their body, and only 3 teaspoons of blood can save a baby's life?
-1 in 5 people entering a hospital needs blood?
-94% of blood donors are registered voters?
For the sake of documenting a life story
I donated blood about a year ago when the blood bus or whatever it's called came to my workplace. As I sat in the vehicle squeezing a stress ball to keep the bloog flowing, I noticed another guy's bag-o-blood filling up. Being the competetive person that I am, I began to squeeze the ball harder in hopes of filling my bag before he filled his.
I beat him by at least 3 minutes, but with that came about a gallon of sweat and I almost fainted. I think my body consumed all of their spare ice packs and my clothes were drenched in sweat.
It wasn't fun. But I guess that's what I get for winning.
Month
I thought I would come back with oodles of blogging ideas after a month off. Nope.
But I am a new man. In one month, I feel like I've prayed more than the last year total. So to pick it up again, here's a little something from the sack-o-flava:
What rhymes with bird?
Obsurd
Turd,
Nerd
All of the above-erd:
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