Upset Pony Riders

Wow, I didn't think it had been so long since I had posted. I wanted to take a quick look at Christian spirituality after getting more encouragement from my family to continue writing.

I'm not the kind of Christian who is bubbly most of the time, but I appear to be unique in that I carry a goofy grin and smile most of the time. Normally, I make people laugh with my goofy, immaturity when I am content with myself and with God. This is how I was most of this afternoon. Even alone, driving home from the Clarks', I had this goofy grin on my face. I came upon a four or five year old Mustang, pimped out, silver and black with personalized plates. I looked to see who was driving it and it was this younger guy with a huge frown on his face. I thought, "here I am, a 27 year old, single, hot blooded male driving a gold '01 Honda Civic four-door with a smile on my face, laughing at random and I'm passing a guy in a sweet Mustang who looks like he just lost his swimsuit-model girlfriend." It then occurred to me how many people really receive pleasure from driving their sports cars, Bemmers, and Benzes. Probably not that many. There are likely very many people driving Pony cars and Vettes with frowns on their faces.

So I'll continue to drive my Civic with a smile on my face because God loves me, and sometimes just because it costs less to fill up my tank than the V8 Mustang that 18 year old is driving. ;-)

Update

Beast Wars and Mark Driscoll are now on the Youtube. I've added Shelfari, too. Poor Browns...I actually wanted them to go to the Play-offs!? Oh well, Favre will be there awhile. And Eli Manning had a pretty good game and almost had the upset of the decade! That's all for now, gotta email some of you all. I think my next post will be pretty heavy on the theology. ;-)

My Video Bar

FYI: My video bar's keywords are, "Transformers, Bill Hybels, and Bishop N.T. Wright." God and Transformers; what more could a young, American, evangelical, bachelor want? -LOL-

Baby Boo-boos

So my cousin and his wife (well, his wife) gave birth to their first daughter today. 6 lbs., 2 ozs. They induced labor because the Drs. believed the baby was actually over 8 lbs. How you mess that up I don't know, but they did. Daughter Bihl could have stayed in the womb another week or more.

As far as I know, this 2 day old baby girl is unnamed at this point. I understand the parents were going to name the child after my grandmother, then they seemed to back away from that idea, and I understand the parents are taking some heat for reconsidering naming the baby "Lola" after my grandmother who is the subject of my last post. You just can't have second thoughts like that and not expect resistance. We can all now expect that if she is not named after my grandmother she will be referred to as "the relative formerly known as Lola" for the next 20 years. Maybe my uncle and I could even design a symbol for her that sort of looks like my grandmother? ;-)

Perhaps Isaac G. will ask her out someday, tambien?

A real saint

I often come home tired and emotionally spent. Monday was no exception. I really did not want to talk about work when I went to my Grandmother's to eat, but all Grandma did was remind me of it the whole time I was there. Sometimes I just need to get all the burdens of people's needs off my back like anyone else. As I ate, I found out that a man had stopped by her house that day to clean her gutters, but that job was done. He then said he needed money to pay his water bill (sounds a lot like my job), so she had him put out her outdoor Christmas lights and rake her leaves. She also fed him and his wife and gave them $25.00 and told the man to come back the next day to finish the leaves. I'm sure she gave him more money yesterday, too. As if that was not enough, she tells me that in addition to the one Giving Tree child she picked up from CAReS that she bought $30-$40 worth of toys for 2-5 year olds from Dollar General that could go to any child, anywhere. She has no clue who will get these toys that cover a whole bed.

I'm not sure I would do the things my grandmother does sometimes, I need to get started though. I'm (we're) the one(s) who God has called to be put in those situations for most of this century. Grandma's nearly 80 and sooner than any of my relatives will like, she'll be singing with the angels.

I should go to bed now, I should have a long time ago. I had something else to write as well, but I don't know what that is now. I just have this vague idea that it was really good stuff. -LOL- :-(

The Huxtables

I went to see some best friends of mine last weekend. They have a house now, a new baby, and a few other new things too. I was a little concerned because there have been times these past few years I have shown no interest in babies at all. That seemed to start after my ex and I broke up; we had talked a lot about having children someday and after the breakup I could have cared less about children for awhile. But I think this 6 month old and I hit it off faster than me and his Daddy did during college.

During football timeouts, commercials, and even during football games I found myself playing with one of the happiest little guys I have ever seen. I was a little scared to handle him at first, but after seeing how hard both his parents played with him I knew I couldn't do much wrong. Heck, I may have even bored the kid a little at times! When the little Red Sox was asleep we all watched football, movies, or just talked about life, church, or healthcare. The Mrs. is a doctor.

I have to say I'm awfully proud of my two buddies. This little guy is going to grow up with a fun Dad who will also be a good father, as well. His Mom is no slouch either, but I'll never play her role. I tried to take notes, and when the time hopefully comes for me I may end up calling my buddies for lessons on how to make my child laugh without hurting him.

They are so funny, too. He annoys her, they argue, and always kiss and make up. I love just listening to them bicker! Just like Cliff and Claire Huxtable, and Theo is well on his way. Thanks Aaron, Jenny, and Isaac. I had a great time. Can't wait to see you three again.

Instant Karma

I am two or three weeks behind in writing this post, but as I am still listening to the album the blog must be worth writing. I am talking about Amnesty International's John Lennon tribute album Instant Karma: Save Darfur or something close to that title. It has to be the best album I have heard since John Mayer's Continuum. Gimme Some Truth by Jakob Dylan and Dhani Harrison is currently my favorite song:

I'm sick and tired of hearing things

From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

I’ve had enough of reading things

By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky

Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me

With just a pocketful of hope

Money for dope

Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky

Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me

With just a pocketful of soap

Money for dope

Money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things

From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of watching scenes

Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky

Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me

With just a pocketful of soap

It’s money for dope

Money for rope

Ah, I’m sick and tired of hearing things

From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of reading things

By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth