I know I said there had been a lot happening since I had my go last year at starting this blog. However since I started again I haven’t written much about anything going on except for the one post about small group. Funny how that happens, isn’t it?
The other funny thing is that just before I started blogging again my computer was zapped by the lovely round of storms we have been having in the Midwest. Since that happened I have been borrowing a laptop from work, and now I am a posting fiend. Okay perhaps that is to strong of a word, but I am up to 5 now and last year it was only 7 (pathetic – I know). Funny how that happens, huh?
I also said I was going to go to bed early tonight, and here I am writing on my blog late at night. Tomorrow night I may not have a post. Tomorrow night is our “Talent Night Cookout” at Small Group. I’ll have to take a picture and then figure out how to post it on here. Should be a good time.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Moratorium On Nonnegotiables DAY
I don’t know about you, but I used to really hate Mondays. Generally speaking it still is my least favorite day of the week, but I made a rule for Monday’s and now they seem to be less hectic. If you haven’t guessed by the title of this entry, the rule is to not plan a lot for Mondays. I have found that a lot of things just happen to come up on Mondays. Usually everybody else’s plans come up on Monday. Perhaps I am a yes person, or maybe I am just less motivated to “getter done” on Mondays but that’s the way it works for me. So I have found that if I done plan my mega to-do list to start on Mondays I am a much happier camper when the week begins.
I have also found that I think less about work on the weekends that way. If I am not thinking of how I can jump start my week by cramming as much into that eight hour action packed extravaganza called “Monday,” I can relax and let things go a bit. Don’t get me wrong. I am still a workaholic and spend more time on the weekend either doing or thinking about work than I should, but not making the “there is no way I can accomplish this in one day even if it was Monday – Monday Plans” is a step in the right direction. I still think about what I am going to do, but the list is much more practical and extremely flexible.
I am sure that this philosophy would not work for everyone. There are many of us who need to plan out our Mondays carefully and down to the last detail. If you are one of those persons, please don’t change. If you are like me and you find that your Mondays tend to be a flood of people, places, and things you didn’t think of or plan for you may want to adopt this philosophy. Just a thought, take it or leave it.
I have also found that I think less about work on the weekends that way. If I am not thinking of how I can jump start my week by cramming as much into that eight hour action packed extravaganza called “Monday,” I can relax and let things go a bit. Don’t get me wrong. I am still a workaholic and spend more time on the weekend either doing or thinking about work than I should, but not making the “there is no way I can accomplish this in one day even if it was Monday – Monday Plans” is a step in the right direction. I still think about what I am going to do, but the list is much more practical and extremely flexible.
I am sure that this philosophy would not work for everyone. There are many of us who need to plan out our Mondays carefully and down to the last detail. If you are one of those persons, please don’t change. If you are like me and you find that your Mondays tend to be a flood of people, places, and things you didn’t think of or plan for you may want to adopt this philosophy. Just a thought, take it or leave it.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sonora Louise Smart of Spokane
While listening to a Mother’s Day sermon in 1909, Sonora Louise Smart thought that there ought to be a day to honor Father’s too. Since her father was born in June she decided to hold the first Father’s Day on the 19th of June, 1910. From it’s humble beginnings with Sonora in Spokane honoring her single parent dad, Father’s Day grew in popularity.
In 1926, in New York City they formed the National Father’s Day Committee. In 1956, Father’s day was recognized by a Joint Resolution of Congress. A final in 1972 President Nixon made Father’s Day a permanent national holiday, to be observed on the third Sunday in June.
If you haven’t already called, visited, or at least emailed dear old dad…do it. The day is not getting any shorter. Perhaps you could even bring him a red rose, the official flower of Father’s Day.
Happy Father’s Day Dad!
In 1926, in New York City they formed the National Father’s Day Committee. In 1956, Father’s day was recognized by a Joint Resolution of Congress. A final in 1972 President Nixon made Father’s Day a permanent national holiday, to be observed on the third Sunday in June.
If you haven’t already called, visited, or at least emailed dear old dad…do it. The day is not getting any shorter. Perhaps you could even bring him a red rose, the official flower of Father’s Day.
Happy Father’s Day Dad!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
the year of the shifting dates
It happened when I went away to college too, but I didn’t anticipate it happening as often as it has. I know that sounds a bit naive, but I had just anticipated it being easier to get away than it has been. What am I talking about? I’m talking about not being home for holidays and other special occasions. This year we’ve moved my sister’s birthday, mother’s day, and soon to be father’s day.
I know it seems like a little thing and that people are always adjusting dates to accommodate each other’s schedules, but I don’t like shifting dates. I don’t know if it is a symbol of growing up or just a symbol of life getting too busy.
Kind of a lame post, but it is what is on my mind today. Does anyone else think about weird things like this? I hope I am not alone in my weirdness.
Sorry family for the missed dates. Sorry readers for the lame post.
I know it seems like a little thing and that people are always adjusting dates to accommodate each other’s schedules, but I don’t like shifting dates. I don’t know if it is a symbol of growing up or just a symbol of life getting too busy.
Kind of a lame post, but it is what is on my mind today. Does anyone else think about weird things like this? I hope I am not alone in my weirdness.
Sorry family for the missed dates. Sorry readers for the lame post.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
last lesson before the summer
Tonight was the last lesson for my small group before our summer break. I can’t believe that our group has almost been meeting for a year. It doesn’t seem like I have been in Indiana that long, but I have been here longer than that.
In small group we had been going through Max Lucado’s book, The Cure for the Common Life. It is a book devoted to helping you find what Max calls your “sweet spot” in life. Your sweet spot being the ideal place for you to live, work, and worship based on how God has gifted you. The book lead the group into some great discussions, but we all wished he had delved a little deeper into many of the subjects he covered.
Next week we are having a little social get together and cook out. We’ll be having a little fun as a recap on the book by trying to showcase some of our “gifts” to one another. We’ll see how things go. It should be interesting. I'll have to keep you "posted".
The group started early fall of last year with 14 members (counting leaders). We now sit at 9 if you count the leader (me). We lost a few and gained a few, but the group is great. We all get along realy well. That’s why tonight is a little bittersweet. Part of me is glad for the upcoming break. (It’s nice to take a break every now and then.) The other part of me would love to get right on going.
In chapter 12 of the book Lucado talks about rest. Sometimes we get going so fast and so furious that we forget about taking a rest. Sometimes we are involved in things that are good and right, but we shouldn’t neglect rest. Take a few minutes this week and get away. Go to a park, go down to the river, or go for a walk. Get away from the everyday of life, and spend some time in God’s word or in prayer. It’s amazing what a little rest can do.
In small group we had been going through Max Lucado’s book, The Cure for the Common Life. It is a book devoted to helping you find what Max calls your “sweet spot” in life. Your sweet spot being the ideal place for you to live, work, and worship based on how God has gifted you. The book lead the group into some great discussions, but we all wished he had delved a little deeper into many of the subjects he covered.
Next week we are having a little social get together and cook out. We’ll be having a little fun as a recap on the book by trying to showcase some of our “gifts” to one another. We’ll see how things go. It should be interesting. I'll have to keep you "posted".
The group started early fall of last year with 14 members (counting leaders). We now sit at 9 if you count the leader (me). We lost a few and gained a few, but the group is great. We all get along realy well. That’s why tonight is a little bittersweet. Part of me is glad for the upcoming break. (It’s nice to take a break every now and then.) The other part of me would love to get right on going.
In chapter 12 of the book Lucado talks about rest. Sometimes we get going so fast and so furious that we forget about taking a rest. Sometimes we are involved in things that are good and right, but we shouldn’t neglect rest. Take a few minutes this week and get away. Go to a park, go down to the river, or go for a walk. Get away from the everyday of life, and spend some time in God’s word or in prayer. It’s amazing what a little rest can do.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
what can I say? I was right.
I owe two apologies to those of you who have been checking this on any sort of regular bases in hopes that I might surprise you with an update. 1.) I am sorry that I have taken so long to do so, and 2.) I am sorry that I have just caused you to doubt your own eyes in that you are here now and there is indeed a new post.
I was looking back at my infrequent and minuscule number of posts. Some of them were pretty funny. Some of them could use some work, but then again this is a blog it is not a novel. Some of my posts were so long they could have been novels. Blog entries are supposed to be short, right? Any way my first post did warn about this.
Things have been going well in Indiana, and much has happened. I’ll have to get busy on here and start telling you all about it, but for now it s late and I should be asleep. Talk to you soon.
I was looking back at my infrequent and minuscule number of posts. Some of them were pretty funny. Some of them could use some work, but then again this is a blog it is not a novel. Some of my posts were so long they could have been novels. Blog entries are supposed to be short, right? Any way my first post did warn about this.
Things have been going well in Indiana, and much has happened. I’ll have to get busy on here and start telling you all about it, but for now it s late and I should be asleep. Talk to you soon.
Monday, September 3, 2007
singed hair and escargot
I know I have been a little quiet lately, and I apologize for that. I have been a little busy lately. Although when I sit down to write about it doesn’t seem like that much has been going on. It’s amazing how life can become a big blur if you let it. In fact that’s what the past few weeks feel like, a big blur. A lot has happened since my last post.
A couple of weeks ago I went to a new friend’s house here in Indy to celebrate his birthday. I was honored to be asked as I am still a relatively new friend, and the majority of people at the party were family. It was a good time. It is also where the singed hair comes into play.
As the party was going on we decided to start a little fire so that everyone could make some smores. (I don’t know if that is how you spell it since MS Word says it is spelled wrong.) Anyway, my friend Steve and I said we would light it. So we set out to build a fire in the fire pit that had been set up. There were a few big logs there, but there really weren’t any smaller logs to be found. We did find a bail of straw, but decided that wouldn’t keep the fire going long enough to start to big logs. We needed something to really get this thing going. Someone suggested gasoline. Steve found a can of gas and oil mix. All you pyros alreally know where this is going don’t you? He poured on the fuel and handed me the lighter. He said later that he didn’t think I would actually light it.
I placed myself at what I thought was a safe distance and pulled the trigger on the lighter, and with a big ball of fire that shot in the air the fire started and so did a small portion of my hair. Luckily the fire that singed my hair was a quick burn unlike the fire that was growing steadily on the logs in the fire pit. I remember feeling heat, hearing a cracking, and thinking…Oh my! I just lost my eye brows.
As it turns out it really was just a singe, not a flame up thank goodness. I think I would have lost it if I had torched my whole head. The gal who cuts my hair noticed, and I had to explain to her why she had to cut singed hair off my head. For the most part it is back to normal. I bet most of you didn’t even notice. It’s just a little shorter on one side than the other, but it will grow back. No worries.
By the way we never did have smores that night, but the fire was still going when my friend Steve and I left.
Since my last post I was also able to help celebrate my friend Steve and his wife’s anniversary. I wanted to take them out to eat for their anniversary, so we went to a place they like called The Oceanaire.
http://www.theoceanaire.com/
It’s a great seafood restaurant. It is another great restaurant worth your visit if you are in town. I tried a few new things there that night. I had smoked sturgeon. It was great, but of course the more unique item that I tried for the first time that night was the escargot.
I didn’t think I would like it at all, but I found that if I didn’t think about what I was eating it was quite delicious. I know that doesn’t sound like a raving review, but if you only knew how much I was opposed to eating anything like that before you would know that I have come a long way. Just ask my mom! It was very good though. I recommend trying it some time, and The Oceanaire is a good place if you are in town.
A couple of weeks ago I went to a new friend’s house here in Indy to celebrate his birthday. I was honored to be asked as I am still a relatively new friend, and the majority of people at the party were family. It was a good time. It is also where the singed hair comes into play.
As the party was going on we decided to start a little fire so that everyone could make some smores. (I don’t know if that is how you spell it since MS Word says it is spelled wrong.) Anyway, my friend Steve and I said we would light it. So we set out to build a fire in the fire pit that had been set up. There were a few big logs there, but there really weren’t any smaller logs to be found. We did find a bail of straw, but decided that wouldn’t keep the fire going long enough to start to big logs. We needed something to really get this thing going. Someone suggested gasoline. Steve found a can of gas and oil mix. All you pyros alreally know where this is going don’t you? He poured on the fuel and handed me the lighter. He said later that he didn’t think I would actually light it.
I placed myself at what I thought was a safe distance and pulled the trigger on the lighter, and with a big ball of fire that shot in the air the fire started and so did a small portion of my hair. Luckily the fire that singed my hair was a quick burn unlike the fire that was growing steadily on the logs in the fire pit. I remember feeling heat, hearing a cracking, and thinking…Oh my! I just lost my eye brows.
As it turns out it really was just a singe, not a flame up thank goodness. I think I would have lost it if I had torched my whole head. The gal who cuts my hair noticed, and I had to explain to her why she had to cut singed hair off my head. For the most part it is back to normal. I bet most of you didn’t even notice. It’s just a little shorter on one side than the other, but it will grow back. No worries.
By the way we never did have smores that night, but the fire was still going when my friend Steve and I left.
Since my last post I was also able to help celebrate my friend Steve and his wife’s anniversary. I wanted to take them out to eat for their anniversary, so we went to a place they like called The Oceanaire.
http://www.theoceanaire.com/
It’s a great seafood restaurant. It is another great restaurant worth your visit if you are in town. I tried a few new things there that night. I had smoked sturgeon. It was great, but of course the more unique item that I tried for the first time that night was the escargot.
I didn’t think I would like it at all, but I found that if I didn’t think about what I was eating it was quite delicious. I know that doesn’t sound like a raving review, but if you only knew how much I was opposed to eating anything like that before you would know that I have come a long way. Just ask my mom! It was very good though. I recommend trying it some time, and The Oceanaire is a good place if you are in town.
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