Friday, December 28, 2007

Thankful Random-ness & Multitudinous Blessings

As the year closes, I've been considering a number of various items. So many that I couldn't possibly blog everything in a coherent or cohesive manner. Consequently, I feel it's my duty to inform you: This post will be disjointed, but, in spite of that, will still (hopefully) convey a glimmering of my thoughts.

Olds58Special_4Blessings:
- great wife (patient, loving, compassionate, even-tempered)
- Little Bear is alive, healthy, and normal -- in spite of the DRs' predictions
- so are the twins
- Varmint #4 is on his (or her) way
- have a great pastor, a very good church, & (soon) a hard-working assoc pastor
- able to work (& have more job offers than I can accept)
- our mini van has needed minimal repairs... since 2003!!
- my new (to me) trumpet


Things I enjoy:
- the twins' nap-time (Mommy likes it more)
- Sunday church services (even if I preach)
- Organic candy (candy that's good for me -- imagine that!!)
- receiving a backrub (without asking for it -- "just because")
- King's Kids on Wednesday nights
- helping others
- listening to Little Bear pretend to preach, lead singing, prepare messages, & volunteer to do special music for church: "so Daddy doesn't have to do so much"
- Publix Premium Eggnog ice cream... need I say more?
- finding "new" passages in my Bible that somehow I've missed over the years
- grimy little hands that want to give me hugs (& dirty little faces that still want to kiss my "scratchy-face")
- watching the Varmints 3 grow, develop new skills, & learn new things
- reading a book (OK... several books)
- listening to good, conservative music (our "christian" radio stations aren't)
- finding money (& saving it, & receiving it, & getting gift cards, etc...)
- building things for the Varmints 3 -- and watching them enjoy them
- feeding cows (a few of them let me pet them)
- being given a box of new (to me) books to read
- keeping informed of what's happening in the lives of friends & family thru their blogs and Facebook pages
- petting the neighbor's Rottweiler (she's 100+ lbs, & thinks she's a lapdog)


Things I like:
- being the best Boggler in a small church =D
- cool & nifty new gadgets, and I really want a bug (of course, then I'd feel like I must teach myself to program them, so it's probably best I don't)
- getting a start on cataloging all our books at LibraryThing (if you don't want to click the link, scroll down this page and you'll see a list of random book covers on the left -- altho for some reason a few don't show the covers)
- the versatility of e-Sword (free Bible study program)
- being able to renew my library books online
- having an alternative to Wikipedia -- even if it isn't complete yet

Thursday, December 27, 2007

My "Pew" Version of Reality

Was catching up on the news last night (generally read my news by skimming the Yahoo feeds) and found the Pew Internet & American Life Project. Lots of neat articles, survey results, and quizzes to take there. (Like I really needed more things on which to waste my time.)

The one that first caught my attention was the Internet Typology Test to tell you "where you fit in the new typology of information and communication technology."

In every quiz, I find there are always questions I could answer several ways, depending on the mood I'm in, so I took the test 3 times and answered each time based on each of my "normal" moods. It seems that I fall into 3 of the 10 categories. Normally, I'm a "Lackluster Veteran," with forays into "Connector," and "Omnivore" on a fairly regular basis.

Not surprising, since I've yet to take any tests that put me squarely into any single category. Usually, I seem to exhibit some major traits of several categories, and never exhibit other major traits of those same categories.
I've often wondered, does that mean I'm well-balanced? or just weird?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas!

Christmas has always one of my favorite holidays. I enjoy teaching the Christmas story in Sunday School (and to our little ones at home), spending time with friends and family, as well as all the yummy things we get to eat. Oh yes -- presents are nice too, but it's more fun to watch the kids open theirs -- rather than opening any of my own.

Last night, while The Varmints 3 slept, I laid out a 6' x 8' Thomas the Train track for them and Hunny Bunny finished wrapping the last few presents. This morning's squeals of delight were neat... even more so since I could laze in bed a little longer while they had their fun. We did have some trouble getting the video camera working properly (we use it "so often" you know), but finally got it set and working (we think) in spite of the occasional message plastered across the LCD screen: INSERT CLEANING CASSETTE. (We don't have one yet -- I just turned it off and back on to clear it.)

After opening all the presents, we let the Varmints 3 play awhile before I made blueberry waffles. Hunny Bunny and I had a (rare) leisurely breakfast by ourselves while they played. As they got crankier (and Sugee Boogee began mooching more), we decided to feed them too. All told, the Varmints 3 were done unwrapping presents and finally started breakfast around 10.30 this morning. (Nothing short of miraculous -- they normally MUST eat by 8am.) After playing a little longer, they took early naps and we went next door around 2.45.

This year, we were invited to our neighbor's house -- she had quite a spread: a honey baked (spiral cut) ham, a turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, fresh cranberry sauce, green bean casserole (we're Baptists, I think "GBC" is a requirement for all "Baptist-get-togethers"), sweet potatoe casserole, corn, hot rolls, mac & cheese (mainly for The Varmints 3), sliced pineapple, layered raspberry/apricot jello (had crushed pineapple in the lower raspberry layer, and the apricot above that) & whip cream on top, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, sugar cookies, white cake with chocolate frosting, and we did start with salad. Since I can get salad at home, that usually doesn't count. =)

Of course, I topped "a little of everything" off with a 20 minute massage in the Shiatsu chair -- I really like that chair -- I could spend an hour a day in it.

We started on "lunch" around 3 this afternoon. Normally Sugee Boogee is done in 5 minutes or less, and Tank a few seconds behind her, with the oldest (Little Bear) bringing up the rear. Today however, Little Bear surprised everyone and inhaled his food -- he was done well before I was, which is unusual for even the speediest of eaters. Tank and Sugee Boogee dillied and dallied until Daddy showed them that "Aunt Bea" & "Uncle Jerry" DO have a very large wooden spoon in their kitchen drawer, too. Funny how just knowing it's there can be such great motivation. =) Daddy did offer an alternative to "finishing everything on their plate" -- with no added consequences -- but neither of them wanted me to eat their pineapple and cookies -- so "not finishing" had no appeal.

When we finally came home (6-ish) I was stuffed ("to the gun'nels"), sleepy, and had decided I was skipping supper. Hunny Bunny was already glad we'd brought home some leftovers... but then, she is eating for 2 -- and can't eat large meals anyway.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I've been sourced!!!

Suppose it was bound to happen... someday, but I have officially been "sourced."

Here in south Florida, our county (Broward) has ~10% of it's surface area covered in water: canals, creeks, ponds, lakes, and other inland waterways. Our firemen pull cars with bodies in them out of the water every year -- mostly people that panicked -- and didn't survive their panic. Also every year, our local media outlets (radio, TV, and newspapers) dutifully run stories of how to survive water crashes.

A friend from college (that now works as a writer at the world-famous, AIG) was concerned about water crashes, so the other day I quickly compiled everything I could remember of the myriad segments and interviews I've seen, heard, & read then shot it off in a 10 point email. Evidently, it wasn't too dreadful, because it's now posted -- verbatim. Which is pretty neat -- even if it's "only" sourced on a blog and I was only going from memory -- it's a start. Had I considered the possibility of it being posted, it would have contained "official" sources -- and I would've paid attention to how well it was written. Incidentally, my favorite "saga" on her blog (so far) -- that of "Superphone" -- has been alternately amusing, entertaining, & downright hilarious.

Anyway, it's made me think about starting to write those books I've been putting off... although, I realize that's a long drawn out process that could take 6 months to a year to get ironed out. Or perhaps starting on that music CD that people at church have been requesting... that should only take 4 to 6 months to get all the copyright and production problems squared away. Maybe I could just start on that idea for a political blog I've been throwing around. I know it would only take a few minutes to start... although, the ongoing research and postings that should be done to keep it current and viable would last until the next election in November... almost a year.

Hmmmmmmm.

Definitely have too many irons I want to put in the limited little fire that is my life -- and not quite enough time and effort to properly handle them all simultaneously. Think I'd rather just go wrap Christmas presents for the "Varmints 3" and worry about my goals, aspirations, and ambitions later.


The older I get...
the better I understand my Dad.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Haircut day

A nice thing (for me) happened 2 weeks ago when I went to Grif's for cow feed. I'd bundled 2 of the "Varmints 3" into the front of the pickup, taken them inside (while I paid), and let them meander around -- "Ooh-ing" and "Ah-ing" over the chicks, ducklings, and rotating Christmas tree. Even though I was watching their satellite feed of RFD (on the TV by the register), I thought I was keeping a fairly sharp eye on them (only because the 2 little ones enjoy gnawing on Christmas tree ornaments, bones, and various & sundry things they find on the ground). After paying, I turned to leave and realized my "fairly sharp eye" -- wasn't very. Tank had gotten a piece of paper from somewhere and was in the process of dropping it on the floor in front of the tree. I walked over to pick it up and throw it away -- lo and behold it was a 20 dollar bill! I asked all of the workers and people in the store if they'd dropped any money, even left my cell number at the counter, but no one claimed it.

Fast forward 2 weeks to today -- Saturday -- haircut day. I've been getting pretty scruffy around the edges, but was waiting to get a haircut until just before Christmas. It's still hot here, but in January we'll be vacationing in "warm and sunny Pennsylvania" -- Brrrr!! (After living up north for years, then moving to south Florida: 1 to 2 weeks of snow, ice, & inclement weather is "enough" and I'm ready to head back to south Florida... and mow grass all year.) Anyway, I wanted a few weeks of hair growth (to help keep my head warm) prior to our vacation.

The posted price for a haircut at Charlie's Barber Shop is somewhere between $12 and $14. I say "somewhere," because I haven't looked in over a year. I've been getting my hair cut by "John the barber" since 1995. (John is the co-owner: he cuts hair, and Charlie, his g/f put up some of the $$ to start the shop.) When he cuts my hair, he won't accept more than $10 from me (what he was charging 12 years ago)... and heaven forbid I try to tip him.

Today, I only had Little Bear with me. After my haircut I was planning to go to Grif's -- that's why he wanted to come with me. (Tank, Sugee Boogee, and Hunny Bunny went grocery shopping in the mini van.) I brought the 20 dollar bill I found at Grif's 2 weeks ago, thinking I'd use $10 and get to keep $10... a "free" haircut. Little did I know. Before my haircut John gave Little Bear 2 presents for himself, and 2 more EACH for Tank and Sugee Boogee! Then, he wouldn't even take any money for my haircut! Talk about a "free haircut" -- I definitely got one today.

When we got to Grif's I decided the $20 would be best spent in "tip money" for the 3 guys that help me load the truck every 2 weeks. So rather than coming home with $20, I pulled out my last $1, had the cashier break the $20 and gave them $7 each. I guess I could have told them where the $$ came from, but it was nice to see their surprised faces.

The little ones are safely in bed now, but JFYI, I buzzed both boys heads after dinner -- haircuts all around today. They both look cute with short, fuzzy haircuts. So they'll look great for church tomorrow -- and hopefully none of us will get cold heads in PA next year.

The Last Minute Christmas Rush

Since Black Friday, every evening (well, every evening that I've bothered to waste my time watching the news) I've heard about the last minute Christmas shoppers and how they're clogging the stores. I have yet to experience said rush. Part of the reason is, I usually don't Christmas shop for Hunny Bunny or the "Varmints 3" during the Christmas season. This year's been no exception:

This past summer Hunny Bunny and I bought ourselves a new mattress and bed -- both of which should last 20+ years -- due to the great expense, we decided when we purchased them not to exchange gifts. But then last week I found a pair of electrical wire strippers at Home Depot that I really liked and would make work faster, easier, and much safer. So I purchased them. Then Hunny Bunny's CD/Tape player died this month... actually, all of the tape players in the house died simultaneously. So she purchased a Radio/CD/Tape player combo for herself this week. This morning we decided that since we "aren't exchanging gifts," those would be our Christmas presents to each other. Except, the DVD/VHS player died a few months back, and if we want to make DVDs of the kids' home videos for the grandparents, we're going to have to buy ourselves one more present.

I haven't shopped for the Varmints 3 because this summer we found an amazing yard sale. A divorced woman with 2 small boys was cleaning out the toys her boys didn't play with anymore. She bundled all of their Thomas the Train stuff together and put a $100 price tag on it. No one wanted to spend $100 dollars at a yard sale, so when we pulled up 10 minutes before she was going to close, it was still there. Hunny Bunny looked at the stuff and called me over. I looked at the stuff, left the lady a deposit, and quickly returned with the rest of the $100. There was somewhere between $700 and $1,000 dollars worth of Thomas the Train stuff in there! So the boys are better than "set" for this Christmas -- they're "loaded." I'm not sure what Anna's going to get, but I'm not a great shopper and have left that to Hunny Bunny. (Anna will play with the trains too, but she likes "girly-" "dolly-" and "pink-stuff" more than trains and cars.)

The 2nd reason I've yet to experience the "last minute Christmas rush" is due to the stores I've chosen to frequent. Home Depot, Grifs (the cow feed store), Imperial (the electrical supply store), and Davie Plumbing generally don't have much "Christmas rush" in them.

I think if more American women did their Christmas shopping at stores like these, American men would receive much better Christmas presents (even the shirts, pants, and gloves in Home Depot are not only practical, but also made for working), and the women would spend much less time waiting in line.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Ultrasound #1

Tuesday was Hunny Bunny's first ultrasound. She's "high risk" for problems (due to Little Bear) as well as "high risk" for a follow-up set of twins (family history, plus she's had them before).

The twins were hard for her to carry, so for her sake neither of us wanted multiples -- not twins, triplets, or any number more. For sheer "wow factor" triplets would have been amazing: 1st pregnancy, 1 child -- 2nd pregnancy, 2 children -- & 3rd pregnancy, 3 children. However, the "wow" quickly turned to "whoa" with twins. I'm sure by the end of the first night at home I would reconsider the "blessing" of triplets.

Anyway, back to the story. Her OB Dr. always orders an ultrasound ASAP -- for several reasons: high risk of problems, possibility of multiples, and to rule out birth defects. When the test began, we saw no problems, other than Hunny Bunny's bladder was very full. (In fact, it was so full, the little one was squirming around and we -- the tech and I -- could see everything pretty well.) She dated the baby at ~10 weeks. Very exciting: seeing a new baby, wondering if we'll be having a boy or a girl, and trying to decide on a name (one we both like enough to say every day for the next 18 or so years). Also somewhat sobering: one more mouth to feed, will Hunny Bunny carry this one OK, and will there be any more medical problems? In any case, we're pretty sure after 4 kids, we're done.

Kinda neat having the ultrasound so close to Christmas. Knowing there's another "present" on the way -- another "someone" to look forward to having around next Christmas. I enjoy Christmas-time; especially getting all the cards and family pictures from our many far-flung friends and relatives. I like to compare the children's pictures to the parents' and see the resemblances. I also like to compare the parents' waist lines to the ones I remember from long ago -- fun, fun. =) I've put a whole inch on my waistline since college... need to start jogging again so I can lose that.

Guess that's it for now. Thinking of starting a 2nd blog... politics only... maybe not... too much work.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

My Prayer

As a rule, I'm not the most poetic of souls. I like some poetry, I read some poetry, and I even write some poetry (generally for my wife), but don't usually go out of my way for it. That said, I found a really great poem that I thought was worth repeating here:
    My Prayer
    =-=-=-=-=-=-=
    Let me not die before I've done for Thee
    My earthly work, whatever it may be;
    Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled;
    Let me not leave my space of ground untilled!
    Impress this truth upon me--that not one
    Can do my portion that I leave undone;
    For each one in Thy vineyard hath a spot
    To labor on for life, and weary not.
    Then give me strength all faithfully to toil;
    Converting barren earth to fruitful soil.
    I long to be an instrument of thine,
    To gather worshipers unto thy shrine;
    To be the means, one human soul to save
    From the dark terrors of a hopeless grave.
    Yet most I want a spirit of content
    To work where'er thou'lt wish my labor spent,
    Whether at home or in a stranger clime,
    In days of joy, or sorrow's sterner time.
    I want a spirit passive, to lie still,
    And by Thy power, to do Thy holy will.
    And when the prayer unto my lips doth rise,
    "Before a new home doth my soul surprise,
    Let me accomplish some great work for Thee."
    Subdue it, Lord! let my petition be,
    "O! make me useful in this world of Thine,
    In ways according to thy will, not mine."
    Let me not leave my space of ground untilled:
    Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled;
    Let me not die before I've done for Thee
    My earthly work, whatever it may be.
    =-=-=-=-=-=-=
    from the PRIMITIVE CHURCH (OR BAPTIST) MAGAZINE. June 1, 1864, p. 136

I couldn't find any info on who wrote it, only that it was published in the periodical mentioned above.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Books Less Than a Penny -- Books By The Pound

I've discovered a valuable resource for book-a-holics (others like me) -- actually several resources.

The first is LibraryThing.com. I've (slowly) started cataloging all of my books -- in my spare time. As they're entered I've been attempting to tag each one -- so I can sort my library by book title, location, or subject and find everything quickly. Our family has several thousand books, so finding books quickly is important to me.

The second valuable resource is Freecycle. If you have extra stuff lying around your house, find the closest group (or 2) to you, describe the item to be picked up, what major intersection you're near, and when you'll be available. Someone will be able to use your "good junk" and you won't have to throw it away. The best part is, other people are getting rid of stuff you may want. In the last week I've gotten 4 dozen books... FREE! One of the ladies in my Freecycle is a homeschooling mom that runs a bookstore!! Since "religious" and "history" titles don't sell well, she sends me an email to tell me when to come over! Now I just need to read all these great books she's given me.

The third great thing is another website: The JR Miller Archive. Yes, the same James Russell Miller that was a well known Presbyterian (no, I haven't changed churches) in the late 1800s and early 1900s. He wrote a number of books, and they're online free of charge -- almost like a "mini-Project-Gutenberg" -- only -- just one author. Now if I only had enough free time to be able to sit down and read them all.

The last wonderful thing (for now anyway) is another website: WordClay.com. It's a DIY self-publishing company. Maybe it's not exactly "wonderful," but it's at least taken away any excuses I had for not writing those books -- the ones I've had in mind for a few years now.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Heave HO!

Poor Hunny Bunny is getting sick a lot more now. She's constantly snacking -- if she ever lets her stomach empty out... she gets the heaves. If it ever gets too full... she gets the heaves. If she doesn't drink enough, or drinks too much, or smells a bad smell... she gets the heaves. She's getting strong hurling muscles in her back... they're aching from all the recent exercise. =(

I got to cook Monday night's dinner. At lunch we were talking about the left-over chicken and what we could make out of it. She decided on chicken fried rice. Chicken happens to be "one of THOSE smells." So I found a nice thick (left-over) chicken breast and shredded it (in case the taste was "one of those"). Also diced up some sweet baby carrots and a stick of celery, got out the soy sauce, the Bull-dog sauce, 2 eggs, and some spices, then went to town in a big skillet. Haven't done much cooking in awhile but it was surprisingly good... if I do say so myself. Thankfully, the flavors, smells, and texture were palatable for Hunny Bunny.

I don't mind cooking, but hopefully, she gets better soon. I hate to see her suffer (don't like hearing it either).

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Slava Bogu!!

After my rant "a la Nihongono" I thought it would be a nice change to do a more upbeat "anti-rant" "a la Russki" this time.

Unbeknownst to me, last week my Pastor (knowing my difficulty in preaching) called our future assistant Pastor and asked him to come preach last Sunday -- which he did -- both morning and evening services. They were good messages; I enjoyed them both immensely. My vociferous concerns, while perhaps not baseless, were proven unnecessary. Of course, I wasn't immediately informed of the assistance I was about to receive, but one "bonus" was the 2 partial sermon preps I was left with -- one of which I used earlier this evening (Wednesday, 28 Nov), and the other is waiting for this coming Sunday night's message.

When I was finally notified he would be filling in form me (Saturday -- the day before) the phrase that immediately came to mind was Russian: "Slava Bogu!!" which means, "Praise God!!" or "Praise the Lord!!" At the time, my brother-in-law was visiting for Thanksgiving break (from BJU). I was able to enjoy most of our last full day with him.

Another "Slava Bogu!!" was this evening's message went well. Everyone seemed to like my, "Don't try to be a 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Sheep' and stand against the 'roaring lion' without the Good Shepherd" illustration.

Oh yeah, lest I forget, there's one last "Slava Bogu!!" I should announce: There's a new "Little Varmint" that should be added to our family sometime around the middle of next July. We've told most of the in-laws & out-laws, and the rest of the family isn't online -- so it shouldn't matter that I've spilled the beans here... who reads this anyway? Not any "family" I know of... unless you count spiritual family... "saved" friends... that have nothing better to do. =)

PS -- We're "high risk" for a "multiple" birth, so our "Slava Bogu!!" could be a "double" double-edged sword. Pray for my wife... she doesn't get "morning sickness," instead, she gets "all afternoon and most of the evening sickness."

Saturday, November 24, 2007

wakarimasuka? wakarimasen.

I used to live in Japan. Dad was in the US Air Force, and that was his last duty station. I had the privilege of receiving my HS diploma from the DOD school there on the base (Yokota High School). I've always thought that was pretty cool -- how many people can say their diploma is an official government document?

Anyway, since I transferred into the school midway through my Junior year, they only required me to take one year of a foreign language. (Which is a good thing, as I'm a linguistic flop.) Since I was in Japan, I decided Japanese would be a cool language to know. It is an interesting language. It's also somewhat difficult. I still remember a few words and phrases, "Tabemasho!" was always a personal favorite ("Let's eat!). Another was, "Wakarimasu." ("I understand.")

One of several interesting things about Japanese is how a question is asked. If "-ka" is added to the end of the word it becomes a question. So, "Wakarimasuka" is, "Do you understand?" Another interesting ending is "-en." When it's added to the word it denotes a negative. So, "Wakarimasen" means "I don't understand." It always seemed neat to me just how easy it was to know if someone was really asking a question, or making a statement.

Just this week my mind went back to a few Japanese words I did learn. Since our pastor has gotten sick, I've been filling in preaching on Sunday nights. While I did get an Education minor with my BS in Bus Admin, and I've been teaching Sunday School or some type of kids' club continuously since 1988, I'm no preacher. In fact, it's very difficult for me to put together a sermon; it's even harder for me to deliver it.

Let me sing, play a harmonica or a trumpet, and I don't mind getting in front of small (1-9), medium (10~100), large (100~1,000), or even huge (1,000~5,000+) crowds.

Let me teach a Bible story to kids, and you can rest assured the kids will be interested and learn something.

Schedule a time for me to preach to mostly adults, and you can pretty much guarantee I'll be nervous... oh yes... and at least one person in the audience will be sleeping (sometimes several) regardless of the amount of time I have to prepare. So, for me to "volunteer" to preach once a week is a pretty big deal.

Everyone at our church knows this, so when the other guy that fills in had our Pastor ask me to take last Sunday morning's service (in addition to that Sunday night I was already scheduled to preach), at 9.30 pm Saturday night, it was a big deal.

Then when he informed me after that Sunday night message that I would be preaching this coming Sunday, because "He'd been planning to go out of town for several months" -- it was an even bigger deal. (Especially since he didn't tell me he would be gone all those months in advance -- as I try to do for him.) Then I received an email from him Wednesday afternoon... informing me he'd be out of town the following Wednesday as well (right after this full Sunday that's coming up). Really -- not only is he in my cell plan -- my name is on the account! When he or his wife call my house MY name is on the caller ID! Yet he didn't hit speed dial and give me a call??? Instead I got an email: "Oh, by the way," and "Why don't you have XXXX fill in for your Wednesday night kids' club?"

The icing on the cake was actually the fact that he planned the coming Wednesday night trip that Wednesday -- yes, a last minute "business" trip. I talked to his boss -- the trip isn't something "necessary" to complete on Wednesday -- it could be scheduled any day of the week, or done completely by phone. It's a sales call to "talk" to a lead -- on a Wednesday.

The first word that came to my mind -- you guessed it: "WAKARIMASEN!" I really don't understand. If my responsibility is to fill a position, I make every attempt to fill it, and plan a contingency as far in advance as possible.

Every possible motive for this type behavior that comes to my mind is repugnant. I sincerely hope that it's only an oversight. Something that can be attributed to inexperience rather than deliberate intent.

OK, I vented.
Feeling better.
Now I need to attempt to finish 2 of 3 messages -- none of which is "flowing" as I'd hoped.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

weathering life's rough seas

Many people here at my church are sick -- or have been sick in the last week(s).

My wife was sick. The Pastor was sick (yes, beside the terminal cancer). The Youth Director was sick (the worst of everyone I know). I was... ah... make that: I "was" and "still am" sick. Even the "3 varmints" are sick. Even now I can hear one of them coughing in the other room. (Sounds like Tank, hopefully he's asleep, since he's been in bed about an hour.) Thankfully (I think), I happen to be the least sick of all the men in church that preach, thus it has fallen to me to fill in while the others are "under the weather."

I skipped helping out in Jr. Church Sunday morning to preach (it went surprisingly well), and then preached my "regularly scheduled" time slot of Sunday Evening (it also went well). It's not 100% confirmed as yet, but I believe I'll be preaching tomorrow (Wednesday) evening as well. Which means we'll most likely be canceling King's Kids, but we'll see. Maybe a couple of the college kids can handle the "wild bunch" without me in there.

Funny how "corralling varmints" is easier for me than "teaching the sheep" is. It takes me less time to prepare for the varmints, too. I'm not really sure how "bi-vocational pastors" keep their sanity... or get any sleep.

Friday, November 09, 2007

(working) Around The Church In 80 Days

My Pastor has terminal cancer. He's had it for 8 years (I think). They keep giving him deadlines, and (praise The Lord) he keeps outliving them. He is, however, growing weaker. He now preaches once every week -- for the Sunday morning service. Every month our church song leader switches off with my neighbor for the adult Sunday School hour. The Youth Director (ages 13+) preaches the Wednesday evening services (and fills in if the Pastor is too sick to preach the Sunday AM service). I get to preach Sunday nights. (I'm the Director of Youth Ministries, which is all children 12 and under.) Since I'm teaching Sunday School, Jr. Church, and our Wednesday night King's Kids program, Sunday Night is the only service I'm available to preach. We've been talking to a young guy about coming over here to become our Pastor's assistant. He's from Seagate Baptist Church in Naples.

We found out last month he and his family are tentatively planning to arrive here in the middle of January (between the 12th & 19th). JFYI, I'm hoping he'll be doing some preaching soon after he arrives... at least the Sunday night services. =) Anyway, from the time we talked to him, that gave us approximately 80 days to prepare for his arrival. We plan to get the house he'll be staying in fixed up first: replace the carpet, remove the popcorn from the ceilings, repaint, and a few other cosmetic things to make the house more "livable" for them.

We're getting close to 60 days remaining now, and with the holidays coming up, and people (myself and others) going out of town to visit relatives, we haven't gotten as much done on their house as I'd like. Granted, getting sick hasn't helped, but hopefully things will go smoothly when we actually "start" the actual work. [Somehow, the "Williamson Corollary"** to "Murphy's Law" always seems to apply to estimating how long a job will take and finishing it.]

So, to start working on the house, I first had to empty it. Which means, of course, that I needed to find a place to put everything in there. The only logical place to store furniture is in the church's utility building. After looking through it, I discovered the very best place to store furniture really needed to be cleaned and straitened first. It took me 4 days to "make a hole" and move everything into it. I still have a few odds and ends to move, but it's complete (for the most part). And, wouldn't you know it, the guy I'm working with plans to go out of town next Saturday for 10 days. **sigh** I don't mind working by myself, it just takes so much longer.

Since I'm sick, I think I'm going to stay in bed most of today. Hopefully I'll be well enough to preach Sunday.


** [The "Williamson Corollary" to Murphy's Law states, "The more important it is to complete any process within a certain time frame (or by a specific &/or inflexible deadline), the higher the probability of multiple, complex, unexpected problems arising to hinder (or stop) the progression of work and completion of the task "on schedule" and "within budget."]

Monday, October 29, 2007

What was that?

Two old hillbillies walked into a restaurant, ordered cornbread and beans, and sat down at the bar to talk about the "new" cars that had been added to their junkyard that week.

A young woman eating a sandwich at a nearby table suddenly began to choke. After a few seconds, it was apparent that she was in real distress.

One of the hillbillies turned to her and said "Ma'am, kin ya swaller?"

The woman, standing by this time, shook her head, no.

As she staggered into the counter, he asked, "Wahl kin ya breathe?"

Turning blue, the woman again shook her head no.

The hillbilly stepped over to the woman and in one quick motion lifted up the back of her dress, yanked down her drawers, and gave her left "cheek" a big lick with his tongue.

The woman was shocked and coughed so violently that the spasm sent the obstruction flying from her mouth and across the counter.

Nonchalantly, the hillbilly turned back to his seat and said to his partner, "That shore was simple enuf. I heerd 'em talkin' bout that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver' on the radio t'other day, but I hadn't never seen nobody do it before."

Saturday, October 27, 2007

I think I'm getting older... but it beats the alternative

I've always subscribed to my own school of thought, the one that says:
"My parents are 'middle-aged' so I'm still a young person."
Unfortunately, my permanent placement of them in the "middle-aged" category has not (as I'd hoped) stopped time. At 36, I think I'm experiencing the on-set of arthritis -- or something like it. I have aching joints in my hands. This is not "cool," fun, or entertaining (at least, not to me).

The top knuckle of my left thumb, the same knuckle on my left "pinky" finger, as well as the middle knuckle of my right middle finger have all been hurting for a few weeks. "Hurting" is a good description for my "pinky" finger, however, the other two have been throbbing with pain. Earlier this week, while on the phone with my mother I mentioned this current happenstance. She sounded slightly amused, but offered advice on dealing with arthritis pain. (Advice received from friend of ours, that knows Japanese Shiatsu massage.) She said to squeeze and massage the sides of the knuckles until it stops hurting. With nothing to lose but pain, I tried it.

The "pinky" finger quit hurting in 2 or 3 minutes. I was excited. The middle finger didn't quit hurting right away, but after 10 minutes, the pain was barely noticeable. I was glad. After a few days of working on it, it hurts very little, and then only rarely. The worst is my thumb; no matter how long and hard I've worked, it still hurts -- very, very badly. Mom also recommended taking lecithin with my other vitamins. I'm hoping that offers some relief. This "getting old" stuff is doing just that... getting old.

Dad said he could cure the pain for 2 cents. He was kidding, but I declined. Remembered he cured Mom's asthma and allergy problems (when I was a kid in Illinois) for 2 cents.

2 cents paid for the bullet -- with which he shot the dog -- the dog that caused most of Mom's allergy problems. (Yes we were sad, but Mom got better.) Glad he was kidding about me. =)

I remember reading ex-Navy SEAL Richard Marcinko's view of pain:
"Pain is God's way of reminding you that you're still alive."
I just wish I could find the "pain off" button. Realization of "aliveness" set in long ago, and has been duly noted. =)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Headboard Hunting

Well, the idea to find ourselves a headboard at IKEA wasn't a good one.

We decided Tuesday afternoon would be a good time to shop. Loaded the kids in the car, and left without remembering to consult the "net" for a map or directions. We found it anyway, but were turned away from "regular" parking to "overflow" parking. The overflow parking area was 3 or 4 miles away (but, they said it had "a free air-conditioned shuttle" to get people to-and-from the store). Not surprisingly, Daddy's little Sugar Booger decided she needed to use the potty on the way to the overflow parking area. Thankfully, we encountered one of the kids' favorite fast food restaurants on the drive up. "Old McDonald's" was fairly empty and we were able to get in and out of the potty quickly. We decided to return -- after shopping -- for dinner.

The "free shuttle service" provided everything we paid for: nothing. Barely existent A/C, hard wooden benches to ride on, several miles of poor shocks on a pothole-filled road, and convenient (for them) drop-off behind the store -- approximately 300 feet from the main entrance. As we walked to the entrance, we discovered IKEA has "Family friendly" parking right next to the main entrance. The nice 30-car "Family Friendly" lot was packed out with one, yes, count-em, ONE car... and it was in the handicapped section. Great discovery; we'd just lugged 3 kids and a double stroller on and off the trolley for nothing. We could have used the "3 children" card to trump the request to make the drive to "Outer-Parkolia." If I ever go back I'm bringing the kids or a handicapped person.

As we entered the store we were handed a map and a shopping bag. (I gave the bag back -- a headboard wouldn't fit in it -- and I didn't want to encourage shopping for anything else. Not in a mega-store with 3 small children.) After we got off of the elevator (beds are on the 2nd floor) I took a quick glance at the map and said, "We need to go left." The greeter/sales associate lady said, "Oh no, beds and headboards are to the right. Everything is to the right." OK, I thought, she works here. The local news stations have been playing up how many weeks of training these people got before the store opened. So, I looked back at the map, scratched my head, and we went to the right.

Now, I know maps. Way back in 2nd grade (1978), I started as my Dad's "official map-reader" for all car trips -- and there have been many (Mom reads words fine, just not maps). Either the IKEA map was printed backward, I had it upside down, or the greeter/sales lady was as clueless as my 4 year old. (At the time, I strongly believed the latter of the 3 choices.) Rather than cause a scene (Hunny Bunny is a people-pleaser), I acquiesced.

IKEA is a rather large store. Whatever boy-wonder engineer set it up must have majored in "Maze Design" at "Rat Training School." Thankfully, their exuberance for funneling as many customers as possible past every single item in the entire store didn't cause them to vary from a straight North-South and East-West layout. The maze design was cramped (aisles are smaller than most "box" stores and still had "islands" in the way), but thankfully, included mostly right turns (few odd-angled turns). I was able to remember which way North was throughout the entire store. As we continued zig-zagging along the maze's primary route, I grew more and more convinced that my initial map-glance was correct.

There were a large number of differing styles of furniture in the store -- all set up like little "rooms" that we walked past. Just like the head rat-funneler wanted, we saw almost all of the styles offered by IKEA. I think if the aisles had been somewhat larger we would have seen more of the displays, rather than watching who's toes we were going to drive the double stroller over. If we ever find a winning lottery ticket and decide to redecorate from our "eclectic" style to a more "coordinated" look, we may go back there and buy everything in one fell swoop, but it's doubtful. I like eclectic; it matches my personality. =) And I don't care for all the 3D jigsaw puzzles once you get everything home.

We finally found the exact section of the store that we'd come to find. It was right next to the greeter/sales lady -- where I thought it'd be -- I could look over and see where we started (and went the wrong way). Amazingly, the cool-looking space-saving headboard I wanted to look at was right there on the sales floor -- and even close to the right color. The problem we discovered is that the headboard with hidden, adjustable shelves was some other wonder-engineer's "interpretation" of a headboard. The shelves are directly on the floor on rollers -- basically, a roll-away mini-bookshelf -- which was a real bummer. When I think, "headboard" my mind pictures something my pillow rests against -- above the mattress -- something I can lean up against while I'm reading in bed -- not something below the mattress -- that my pillow (and/or derrière) lies on. There is no way to stack these pseudo-headboards, or mount them to the wall either... unless I could find some type of "Inspector Gadget" wheels to keep the roll-away shelving up in the air after it's been rolled off the other one's top.

That "bed" section we wanted was near the end of the 2nd floor maze -- by the restaurant. The prices were (not surprisingly) higher than I'd be willing to pay for rather ordinary-looking food -- in smaller portions than I eat. The smells weren't all that inviting either. So we passed it by and went to the elevator (Hunny Bunny doesn't like it when I take the double stroller down the escalator). Immediately after going downstairs we needed another potty stop for Sugee Boogee and Tank (Little Bear was fine). I took both boys, and they enjoyed the very loud 80s music piped into the men's room. Anyone that says rhythm doesn't have any influence on people is lying or ignorant. Little Bear was a total riot in there -- dancing and grooving to "She Drives Me Crazy, Oooh, Oooh." I can't remember how old that song is, but I vaguely remember cringing when I heard it way back in Jr High or High School.

Perhaps the coolest part of the store for me was near the exit. They have a large clearance section filled with "scratch & dents." At the entrance to Clearance were 2 very large handcarts of assorted furniture pieces wrapped and labeled "Handyperson special: $10 for the cart." I must confess, I didn't need anything on either of those hand carts, but I was tempted to buy them both. Then I noticed right in front of those was a shopping cart with 8 bags of hardware, labeled between $7 and $20 per bag! I really looked them over hard -- hoping for any excuse to take them all home. Too bad we didn't need any hardware. There was probably $700 to $1,000 (retail) of hardware in the cart for less than $100.

We were pretty hungry by that time, so didn't spend much time downstairs. When we tramped back out to the free shuttle we found the "Family Friendly" lot was -- you guessed it -- completely empty. After another bumpy ride back to the van, Daddy & Hunny Bunny had a nice "date" (with the kids) at Mickey-D's. I finished off my dinner and purchased a medium vanilla shake, which happened to have a sticker on the side for a free McFlurry (which Hunny Bunny enjoyed). We took our "dessert" outside to enjoy while the kids played on the little playground.

Perhaps we'll go back and try Wood You again. At least it's all "real" wood, and I can always mount the back of a hutch to the wall in place of a headboard.

Monday, October 22, 2007

TGIM!!

Ah, Monday. I enjoy knowing there's a fresh week ahead of me to get things done.

After a family-wide bout of illness last week, it appears we're all finally on the mend. Mine & Little Bear's lasted all of 24 hours, he had a fever (followed by a separate day of rash). I only had a sore throat and runny nose. The others were sick for several days each. Only Little Bear and Daddy got to church yesterday. Good thing we have more than one pianist at church. (Although, with Hunny Bunny home sick for the evening service, I missed her honest critique of my message and delivery.) I did thoroughly enjoy playing my new trumpet for the AM & PM services though.

Our new bed is a smidgen higher (2"~3.5") than a "normal" bed that we're used to, but it's really nice. (One "bonus" "nice point" is that the kids now have trouble getting up on it.) We've been using it since Wednesday. The only thing left to put together is the end table on Hunny Bunny's side of the bed. (I didn't get one.) For some reason, that's the most complicated part of the entire bed. Should get that done today (Monday) or Tuesday. Then we get to figure out what's going to be stored in all those drawers -- been needing to straighten everything up for quite awhile. It would be so much easier if we had a basement to store things, but -- we live in south Florida. (Sea level is only 10-12' below our house.)

Wasn't overly impressed with the headboard offered by the company that made the bed, so we'll be looking for one of those in the near future. Either that, or I get to build one. We want one that we can put books on -- lots of books. Think we just might run up to the brand-spankin-new IKEA store they opened at Sawgrass Mills and see if this one comes in a finish that matches our bed. Only problem will be... another 3D jigsaw puzzle for me.

On the "more personal" homefront, the most recent battle has been potty training -- twins. Ugh. Imagine an angelic blonde-haired green-eyed 2 year old walking up to you, proffering her hand and saying, "I got STINKY on my FINGER!" Grossness incarnate; WAY too nasty for me, but thankfully, my wife handles that stuff OK.
Give me severed appendages and/or blood any day, but I do NOT do stinky-on-the-fingers very well.

After following them around and cleaning up the puddles and piles for a few days, it appears they're finally "getting it." Tank has decided that he doesn't want to soil his "Mikka Mauws" (Mickey Mouse) underwear, and has had (relatively) few accidents. However, Daddy's little Sugar Booger is still more Booger than Sugar. She'd rather wait until the last minute, and "lookout world" if anything or anyone gets in the way.

I've got to go to a friend's today and get a couple of his storefront websites up and running. After that today is up for grabs by whatever "fires" need to be extinguished.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

'New' Things

Been a busy 10 days.

Little Bear had another surgery last Wednesday (10 October). Thankfully, it was minor (hydrocele) and everything went well. Now if we can stay out of the hospital he just may remain "The 2 million dollar Kid" rather than getting himself up closer to 2.5 =P

Ordered a new queen-sized bed. It has 12 drawers on the sides, 2 at the foot of the bed, and one end table. Finally (after a week of boxes stacked around and the completion of a very large jigsaw puzzle), it's nearly together. Was busy working on the church mower the first few days and didn't get to start on it. Then I wanted to put a clear poly seal over the honey-colored stain that came on the bed. Started assembling it Sunday between services. Got an OK start on it Sunday, but really got most of it put together Monday. Didn't do so much on Tuesday, But will (hopefully) finish Wednesday.

Olds58Special_4Also ordered a trumpet (a 58 Olds Special Tri-Color Pro). With the lacquer all stripped off and the rose brass bell, it has an incredibly warm, dark tonality; the louder you play, the sweeter the sound. A rank amateur (like me) can play it and sound professional.

Needless to say, I'm REALLY enjoying the horn (Hunny Bunny is NOT enjoying my extra practice time). Had planned to practice on my old "beater" (68 Bundy) and reserve the sweet-sounding horn only for Sundays, but since it's still "new" to me, I just had to play it for most of my practice time Saturday. (FedEx brought it late Friday evening.) Today, Hunny Bunny, Little Bear, Tank, and Sugee Boogee all left around 9.20. I picked up the Olds when the door closed; was the most relaxing 4 hours I've had in months. Was having so much fun, I forgot to sit down until sometime around 1 o'clock. =)

Had "mucho" "bolshoi probs" with with the church's mower (looks similar to the pic above the link anchor, but the model # is X2303-50 on the chart). All my problems were due to a broken drive belt, well, that and my misguided attempt to replace it without adjusting everything first... NOTE TO SELF: must always, Always, ALWAYS do ALL adjustments first -- "cut-shorts" ain't.)

Saturday, October 06, 2007

to Work, or not to Work, I'm unquestionably busy

Been working on "the condo" down in Aventura with my (74 yo) neighbor on and off since last November. His (69 yo) brother in law came down for a few weeks to help us finish them off. Will is a much easier person with which to work -- he handles more annoyances than I have the patience to overlook without resorting to an "undesirable" response -- he's a great worker too. Before Will got here, we found it is possible to cover all the flooring (marble and _duh_ brand-new carpeting -- who's bright idea to replace carpet then paint walls??), strip all of the wallpaper, scrape all of the popcorn from off the ceilings, paint them flat white, texture the walls, paint them an ugly pale pink (with an eggshell finish), paint the doors the same ugly pale pink (only semi-gloss finish), and cleanup everything in as little as 6 working days. The floors with the most problems have stretched to 11 working days. With Will, our longest week has been 5 working days, but normally 4 -- even with many problems. I'll miss him when he leaves next Tuesday.

For some reason, those in charge at the condo have gone completely brain-dead. (Correction, they haven't "gone" they've "been" for as long as I've known them.) We have 6 floors left to complete the 40 story building. They are debating to let us do one more floor for now (or none), then waiting until after January 1st to finish the rest of the floors. The reasoning -- the "holidays" are coming, as are the snowbirds. However, the snowbirds generally don't arrive until after the 2nd week of November. And of course, as everyone knows, this is only the 2nd week of October -- and there will be MORE PEOPLE HERE IN JANUARY!!! Duh.

So any-who, we finished early (Thursday) because Will was here. I went to the tool store and spent about $70 on tools, with one $20 rain-check. Now I want to go use my tools, but not possible -- yet.

Totally changing direction now, my wife's a member of the local twins' club -- she's actually the membership secretary. They have a bi-annual yard sale that just happens to be held in the morning (Saturday, October 6th). Because of her position, she's required to work there during it, and to top it off, I got drafted; thankfully, my folks are here to watch the kids. I just wish Dad & Mom would come to our house a little earlier so I'd get to eat some of Dad's world-famous waffles for breakfast. Oh well, the kids will enjoy them.

I'm hoping my message comes together well this weekend -- with all the extra "stuff" on my plate there's less time to prepare. Good thing it's a continuation (part 2) of last week's message. Hope we're low on rain -- forecast is calling for over a 60% chance, but I need to change out the mower blades and do some serious mowing (approx 4-6 acres) when I get home from the yard sale.

Guess I'd better go crash: it's nearly 2 am and I need to get up around 5-ish.
"Oh well" or "Ah me" -- as long as I get 3-5 hours sleep, I'll be OK.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

wake up -- before breakfast

I really enjoyed my ice cream last night, but forgot one thing: when I eat ice cream on an empty stomach and then go right to bed, I'm really sluggish the next day. Did get a lot of work done, but slept all the way to & from work (about an hour each way) and was still draggin' my wagon.

Perhaps I should've realized at breakfast-time that this was going to be a rough day:
I made my oatmeal, then started preparing my eggs. Got the eggs all ready to cook and realized I hadn't put any raisins in my oatmeal (I like to multi-task: eat the oatmeal while I cook the eggs). I grabbed a ½ cup of raisins, turned back to my oatmeal, and started to drop the entire handful of raisins into the raw eggs! Thankfully, I realized what was happening before I opened my hand all the way -- only 6 raisins fell in the raw eggs. I was so tired I actually considered cooking them where they were, but thought better of it and fished them out with a fork.

Going to bed earlier tonight.

Ice Cream is great!

Tonight I decided I'd sit down and write a good blog entry. It's been awhile since I wrote anything here -- been having trouble blogging this entire last week. Either I haven't felt like it, or I didn't have anything to say, or I fell asleep right in the middle of attempting it.

So I sat down tonight and realized -- I really didn't feel like it. But, I was determined. Decided I could write about how the kids' playground is (almost) completed -- but I knew there's still a lot I want to add on to the playground later, and really didn't have much to say yet. Unwilling to throw in the towel, I decided to exercise my "bulldog tenacity" and write about how much the kids like the fireman's pole and the 2 new slides -- an hour later my wife came in and woke me up at the computer. =(

So I did what any sane person would do: took a shower, got ready for bed, then realized I needed to get my lunch ready for tomorrow -- and I still felt like I should blog about how much the kids like the 3 decks (at 4 ½-, 6- & 8-feet high). I made some Gatorade for tomorrow, then got out the vanilla ice cream, Hershey's Carmel Sundae Syrup, Hershey's Double Chocolate Sundae Syrup, drizzled on some maraschino cherry juice (only one cherry left, and I'm saving it) crushed some graham crackers and dry roasted peanuts on top and sat down to eat my ice cream until I felt the "need to blog" pass. It was worth every bite.

Since I'm already tired, now I'm going to bed. Maybe I'll blog the playground some other day.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

the Little People

I'm borderline hypoglycemic (I think). I must have protein for breakfast or I get a wonderful migraine the rest of the day. Most of the time, "protein" consists of 2 eggs with shredded meat (ham, chicken, turkey, beef) scrambled in it, and a thick slice of melted cheddar on top.

I've also discovered that eating 1½ cups of oatmeal every day for breakfast (no sugar... I replace it with ½ cup of raisins) provides enough fiber that I'm not hungry right away.

On that note, let me turn to the little people in my life. Most days, I think it's really neat that I can see both my wife and myself being "lived" in our children's actions.

For example, as my wife vacuums, the 3 varmints follow her around the house fighting over who gets to use the push-sweeper. When she cooks dinner, bakes of cookies, does dishes, etc. they're right there -- wanting to see and do all that Mommy's doing.

Little Bear & Tank have watched their Daddy and Papa work on the playground for 2 weeks. They've walked around picking up every screw they could find on the ground. So Thursday they filled their toy wheelbarrow with every plastic tool they could find, wheeled everything over to where we're working, and laid it all out on a work bench. (I was without that workbench, but they were helping.)

So, you may ask, how on earth do eggs, oatmeal, and a wheelbarrow-full of toy plastic tools relate? What moron blogs breakfast and Little People in adjoining paragraphs? Well, hang on and let me finish:

Little Bear loves eggs. He would like nothing better than to have eggs for breakfast every day. Oatmeal, however, is a totally different story. He really, Really, REALly, REALLY does NOT like oatmeal--not with or without raisins--not with or without brown sugar, or honey, or syrup, or anything else under the sun. Little Bear just does NOT like oatmeal.

Here's where it gets interesting. A few days ago, Little Bear told Mommy he's "Going to be just like Daddy." He wants eggs and oatmeal for breakfast every day. He has to have his sunglasses (sometimes a hat too) on while he's outside (even to swing on his swing). He also wants to pack a toolbox from which to eat his lunch -- every day.

That's why I think it's really neat that I can see both my wife and myself in my children. To be "like Daddy," he's willing to ignore many personal likes & dislikes. No matter what other people think of me, I'm "cool" to Little Bear.

At the same time, it's also VERY scary to think I can see both my wife and myself in the lives of our children. Why? Well, of course I have the window seat on all of my shortcomings -- the various mistakes I've made in life (some more than once), and my personality flaws -- and on that note, I want to cringe.

This observation leads me to believe that parents (and other leaders) need to be willing to forgo any personal likes & dislikes to be sure they're modeling the best possible behavior -- at all times -- for the little ones around them. I can't understand those who don't think being a parent (or grandparent, aunt, uncle, etc.) is a big responsibility. So many just can't see that their stupidity now could cause (or at least contribute to) their child spending years in the, "Big House."

So, yes it's neat, but it's also sobering.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Kids' Playground

A few months ago, we had a small problem with Little Bear. He kept getting up earlier and earlier. It got to the point we were sending him back to bed... every morning... at 5 am! I can tell you that got really old very quickly. Thankfully, he's known his numbers for over a year.

We found an old alarm clock, put it in his room, set it, and told him he cannot get out of bed until the first number is a "7." He did get up a few times at 6:07 and 5:57, but it didn't take long for him to get the hang of which end is the one he's supposed to read. It also didn't take very long for him to be up and at 'em every morning at 7 am.

If I'm working, 7am is no big deal. I'm out of bed, dressed, and eating my breakfast, or packing my lunch, or heading out the door. I can pour a quick bowl of Cheerios and he's happy (if they're dry). If I'm not working, a team of wild horses would have to run across the bed to wake me. So Hunny Bunny has to get out of bed, get the Little Bear his snack, and send him off to the playroom. However, she doesn't like to get out of bed in the morning; so she hit on this great idea: Little Bear's clock is now 20 to 30 minutes slow, and she doesn't have to get out of bed so early. (I'd really like to comment on this "great" idea, but since I don't want to defend myself or those comments if (or when) she reads my blog -- you may draw your own conclusions.)

Since last Thursday, Little Bear has come running to find me every morning. Every time he's found me, he tells me that I, "need to go finish his playground."

At 7:20 in the morning, I'm too sleepy to care, or too much in a hurry to get out the door and off to work, so I'm not at all interested in the current progress on his playground. Little Bear, on the other hand, can't think of anything else in the entire world more important. Just a few minutes of his excitement is contagious. Watching him jump up and down and ask 20 times in a row, "Can I play on it today?" is a great motivator. Hopefully, he'll be playing on it by the end of this week, or beginning of next. (Although, realistically, it still may not be finished when Papa & Mimi leave on the 25th.)

Friday, September 07, 2007

TGIT! (Thank God It's TODAY!!)

** Begin Rant **

I never understood the "TGIF!" saying. It's always seemed stupid to me.

If you think about it, what is the difference between Friday and Saturday? Hm, let me see,
* Friday: normal work day with a weekend you can "look forward to." As opposed to
* Saturday: An entire day of stress free "not work!" (Well, unless you're me. "Stress free" still applies, but I always mow the church's 4 acres of lawns every Saturday.) Still, Saturdays are much better!

If you aren't convinced yet - compare Friday to Sunday:
* Friday: work all day, come home tired, but with an evening and 2 days to look forward to.
* Sunday: sleep in, still get to Sunday School & church on time, see friends you don't get to see all week, go home (or out) for "Sunday dinner" before the evening service. See &/or talk to friends after church, have a leisurely, relaxing evening with family. No deadlines, no stress, no work.
Sundays are still WAY better than Fridays!

How about a day-by-day weekday comparison:
* Monday: Beginning of the work week, plenty of time to plan to meet every deadline.
* Tuesday: Still 4 days left to meet the deadlines. Can begin culling unimportant tasks for next week's "to do" list.
* Wednesday: ("Hump" day) Middle of the week, can pretty much figure out what's going to get done this week. Even if you have a bad day, you still have church to go to for a "spiritual recharge." (Unless, of course, your church's midweek service is Tuesday or Thursday. If your church doesn't have a mid-week service, why are you still there? Go somewhere you'll get "fed" spiritually a little more often.)
* Thursday: Time to put the final touches on everything. Squeeze in the last few things you think you can get done, and write off the rest.
* Friday: One entire day of "git 'er done." This is the day Murphy's law comes into play with a vengence.

Generally, my least favorite day in a corporate setting has always been Friday. (Except when I was selling jewelry.) It always seemed to me like every depressed person in the world wanted to blow their money on jewelry on Fridays. Hello! Depressed people! Don't buy jewelry! (or chocolate, or shoes, etc.) Save your money; next week you'll be happier your savings account is that much bigger!

TGIF seems like an escapist's nightmare. Why would I want to look back at an entire week of accomplishing little and only look forward to 2 days of hard partying so I could start over the next week?

Not me. I'd rather thank God for what He allowed me to accomplish. Live the life He's given you, don't wish for someone else's. (Just imagine if you were rich and famous. Then you'd have paparazzi, stalkers, and a lawyer on retainer.) =P

Enjoy today, no matter what day of the week it is. Who says we get a tomorrow? Why ignore the great things that are available today? [i.e. spouse, kid(s), pet(s), outdoors, hobbies, etc.]

** End of Rant **

Thankfully, today (Friday) I'm not working, so I've been enjoying free time since yesterday afternoon.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Things That Changed My Life

During the course of the last few weeks I've had a lot of time to ruminate.

Rumination is not a normal part of my life or my vocabulary. Oh yes, I know the word, it's meaning, can give you several synonyms, and use it properly in a sentence, but that's not what I mean. Generally, my life doesn't involve ruminating. A normal thought process for me is to consider the aspects of something and how they affect me, put the completed thought in an unused corner of my mind, and immediately move on to the "next" something.

However, in the last few months I've been working (mostly by myself) on simple tasks that keep my hands busy, but not my mind. 3 weeks ago, the thought hit me, "I'm exactly where I am today because this is where God wanted me to be." That's when I began to ruminate.

I've considered many aspects of my life, the watershed events, the close calls, the "hunches" I've acted upon - all of them - there's no other rational explanation (except God) for me being right where I am. These are my "top 3" examples:

First, a most unlikely watershed. I spent approximately 3 minutes sitting on a cold, hard concrete bench, talking, and eating a (delicious) brownie outside Paden Hall a few weeks before Christmas break in 1991. That exact moment, I wasn't discussing or dwelling on my plans, goals, aspirations, and dreams; I surely wasn't planning on drastically changing my life to what it is today, either. I had MUCH different plans then. At the time, I didn't even know a milestone had passed. Those 3 short minutes changed the course of my entire life.

What happened in those few minutes? I'd just come to the realization that I was (for the first time) genuinely in love with a young lady. Oh yes, I'd had "crushes" on several little girls growing up, but they were based on how pretty or nice the girls were. This time, however, I could have listed reams of things I loved about this particular young lady; I thought she was everything and more any man on earth could have ever wanted. That being the first time the realization of love had fogged my intellect so completely with my emotions, I was a messed-up combination of afraid, embarrassed, unsure, shy, and about 10 other traits. It ended because I couldn't quite work up the nerve to say those fateful 3 words, but she said she, "Knew exactly what I was trying to say." Obviously, she did not; she thought I was dumping her and no matter how hard I tried, never spoke to me again. I cried myself to sleep for months, and for many years afterward I prayed (daily) that she would find the man God wanted for her. (I'm not sure, but was told she eventually married a preacher.)

The "second-most life-changing moment" (a very close 2nd, too) was caused a few years after the previous one by me; I listened to a few other guys in my Greek that were unwilling to forfeit a flag football game. The events that followed led to a series of snafus that are almost unbelievable. (Also in that list of mistakes, was losing the chance to get to know the "2nd girl I ever loved" a little better.) I was still in mourning for the first girl, but had recently come to the realization of the quality in this second lady, and my desire to know her better. Funny I can remember that exact moment -- all the problems I caused myself, her, and others, yet somehow... I've forgotten the name of my Greek. Guess I should dig out a yearbook.

Both these events led to years of regret, heartache, and countless hours of prayer - Me asking God to change things back to how they were -- impossible for me -- undesirable to God's purposes. While painful to live through, both events were necessary to get me to south Florida, stay here, and marry my wife.

The third was the "closest" close call -- a lightning strike. I used to be one of those fools that didn't know when to go inside -- not anymore. It was the summer of 1996, I never heard the lightning hit, and don't know exactly where it did hit. Was it the 4" of water in which I was standing? somewhere on the length of the hundreds of feet the fence on which I was working? or the 300' tall radio tower (most likely) that was only 100~150' away and standing in the same huge lake-of-a-puddle that I was? (I did say "fool" remember?)

I do know that I was swinging my hammer when I heard the air crackle -- that was all I heard: a crackling like a huge candy wrapper in the sky. I awakened lying flat on my back -- my feet were 6 feet behind the spot I last remembered standing, my 23 ounce framing hammer had fallen straight down (in mid-swing) from where it had been when I was swinging it, and I was totally paralyzed for 2 or 3 seconds -- a few seconds that felt like an eternity.
Needless to say, lightning of any kind still gives me the willies today.

I could type other things like this as well, but suffice it to say, if any one thing in my life, of hundreds, perhaps thousands, had been even slightly different, I would be somewhere else in the world, or dead. Worse, I'd never have met my lovely wife, certainly never married her, and my three wonderful blessings from God (our children) would never have existed.

In my hours of indwelling ruminations, I've come to realize that I have no "hard feelings" for either of those first two girls, but the "love" (that was so real to me then) has faded and completely changed into something entirely different. While I'd still enjoy "hanging out" with them, or talking to them and their husbands, if thoughts of either come to mind, I view them as sisters. The love for my wife however, has exceeded even the "lofty heights" I thought I'd attained when I knew them.

Sometimes, I still wonder what God was teaching the others who lived through these events with me. Was it as necessary for them as it was for me? Or did my hard-headed stubborn nature put them through situations and problems they didn't need to experience? (I hope not; sorry if you were one.) I also know there is a slight possibility that one day one (or maybe even both) of these ladies may read this post; I hope they would accept my sincerest apologies for my cowardice, and know that I'm truly sorry for all of the heartbreak I probably caused them.

Anyway, I guess I'll have to wait until I get to heaven to ask God why my plans weren't quite as "great" as I thought they were at the time.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Shot at... and missed

Hm.

You know your blog posting frequency can be labeled "slim pickins" when it takes 30 minutes to figure out how to log into it. Hence, the title; I gave being "a bona-fide blogger" a shot... and missed. Going to "try, try again."

So, what's new? Just about everything.

* My "small" children are growing bigger. Tank has been heavier than Little Bear for several months. (They wear the same size clothes.) Sugee Boogee isn't far behind her 2 brothers. All are much more fun to play with.

We enjoy tickle-fests several nights per week after I get home from working. Three children is a great number. One gets a right-handed tickling, another a left-handed tickling, and the 3rd... I pity the third... gets a nose tickling. What it is about a nose tickling that makes it so much more potent?

Anyway, they all get tickled &/or dog-piled a few minutes (5 to 15), until Mommy's tired of hearing them or Daddy's tired of dragging them back for more. (Or... until someone decides to "toot" on Daddy! that's an immediate end-of-fun) >=^() Afterward, they (usually) sit and watch me practice my trumpet.

* Work is demanding, as are clients. Even though I've run an "advertising free" business since it's inception, I have to turn down work at least once every week, sometimes every day.

I hate to turn down work, but there are only so many hours in a day... and few of those hours are available for work. (For some reason, people don't want to hear machinery whirring, clanging, and thumping noisily at 3 am. Go figure.)

* Church is different too. I used to teach Boys' Sunday School, Boys' & Girls' Junior church, Wednesday night Kids' Club, ride the van, sing the Sunday morning special music, all the grounds-work, and run the website. I still do most of that, but only help in Junior church, and preach every Sunday night. Don't know why it is, but preaching to adults is a lot harder for me than teaching kids. Hopefully, we'll be getting an assistant pastor soon. One that's training to take over as the new Senior pastor (and hopefully, the current Senior pastor will beat his cancer prediction of 2-14 months).

* Oh yeah... then there's FreeCycle.org. For those of you familiar with Craig's list, think... everything is free!! We've gotten a great entertainment center (has a roll-top over the TV and glass doors for storing lots of stuff), many books, boxes of videos, and even a very large PlayScape! FreeCycle is great!

So, that's a few of the things that are different since I last wrote. Now if I can just remember to blog regularly.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Long Time, No Post

Wow! Has it been so long? Life has flown by, and I've forgotten to leave this small window-shade up. The kids are big... so big that at 20 mo, the little ones are catching our 3yo (soon to be 4yo) son.

The twins are certified munchkins... anything that doesn't move faster than they do gets munched. That includes stale Cheerios and other nondescript bits of leftovers they've discovered stashed under their chairs, in their bibs, or under the piano. O, and speaking of munching, that reminds me - don't leave bare feet on our floors, unless you want them spit-shined. Tank is a toe sucker! =p Very unnerving when you're sitting there reading, talking, or watching the news and something wet wraps itself around your big toe.

Beside "kid news," I'm working when I want, as much as I want. Been remodeling Bldg 400 of Mystic Point on Turnberry Isle in Aventura. Work's not difficult, location is nice, and pay's ok... but it's well earned. Trying to decide if this should be my new business focus, or if I should find something that's less strenuous and better paying.
Hm.
Should've put that in print before.
Sounds like a real no-brainer on paper.

Anyway, also been updating the church's website this week - long overdue.

Well, enough for today, have cows to feed, we're going out tonight, and I have to preach Sunday.