Friday, March 28, 2008
STOP IT!
I've regularly referenced this video when talking about the way that I council my youth. I'm joking of course. The thing is the video gets taken down pretty quick so I never have a good way to share with the world just how hilarious it is. Check it out after the jump. Also, Tim Challies pontificates on the deeper meaning of it. I just think it's funny.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday's Comin'!
This might be a day late if you are gonna be a jerk about it, but I think it is a non-cheeseball video that really dramatizes Christ's death, burial and resurrection. I had heard the sermon before, but the video just stuffs Almonds in my Mounds. I like it. After the
(HT to Vitamin Z, and a bunch of other people.)
(HT to Vitamin Z, and a bunch of other people.)
Wiister Sunday:
Check this out and tell me if you don't have a slight tingle of jealousy or heresy.
Boxing with Jesus or "Wiisus".
(HT to Kamp Krusty)
IgnoreAnd here is the rest of it.
Boxing with Jesus or "Wiisus".
(HT to Kamp Krusty)
IgnoreAnd here is the rest of it.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Say What?!?
This is the look I got when my mom was upset with me.
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Things you should know!
After the jump I'm going to give you some words of advice about your feet that I learned from my feet and tuxedo renting pointers. I know, it doesn't sound that exciting. You're already on my blog, it's not like you have something better to do. Take the jump.
Today, I was very productive. As I finished meeting with the people who will be making the cupcakes for my wedding I had a sense of Stewart Smalley-esque self awareness (I'm good enough, smart enough, and dog-gone-it. . .people like me). I realized that I was being constructive and doing something proactive towards my wedding day. We will be getting the sample cupcakes and KEY LIME PIE TARTLETTES, which I'm "pee my pants" excited about, on Tuesday. Did I mention my grooms cake is about 150 mini key lime pies? Well, it is.
After the glorious victory that was the bakery, my fiance and I went to look at tuxedos. The day actually themed around me from about 11 AM till 3:30 PM, I have the most patient fiance ever. We picked out a very exciting ensemble for myself and my groomsmen only to get a price just a cinch too high. Never fear though, we're looking into other options. I have to be honest though, I'm not as excited about the other options, as viable as they may be.
While Jennie listened to Gillen, our Tuxedo guru, who complemented me on my choices, give out the odds and ends bits of info about online muckery I pretended that the check card swiper was a time machine and would tell Jennie wear in time I was going then act it out. I went and saw the dinosaurs, the emotional response was fear and awe, much like when angels appear in scripture. The next stop on my time travel was to the roaring 20's as I dreamed of getting married in a Zoot Suit with matching hat and cane. Lastly I stopped off in 4 AD, I told Jennie that we had just missed Jesus, because I'm retarded and can't keep up with a logical progression of time. Time travel will do that to you.
Clearly I meant to say 34 AD, give or take about 3 years. I did have a moment of honest introspection about time traveling and landing only moments after Christ's ascension. Not that I wouldn't like to meet me some Apostle's, but it's just not even a fair fight. Did I mention that I have the most patient fiance in the world?
Back in the car I took off my shoes as we headed over to what would be one of three, yes three, shoes stores we visited. While I had my shoes off I got bored and acted out a Telemundo style soap opera with my feet. The gist of it was that Raymundo had been two timing with Hector's wife. I thought it was very clever of me to have the yell, "You Sock!" at one another in fits of socky rage. Did I mention I have the most patient fiance in the world?
At the first shoe store I had to learn the basics of shoe shopping as I have been working my way through the garbage bags full of bargain shoes my Uncle Harold gave me . . . three years age. I found a nice pair of Skechers, I'll get a picture up soon. What I really wanted was a pair of running shoes, to lose 10 pounds (I believe that is "one stone" in ancient Viking measurements) in the home stretch before the wedding. I failed at finding one pair that would fit me. This continued on for two more stores and nearly an hour and a half.
I was a bit shattered. How can I be smack in the center of the heart of excess and not be able to find a pair of size 12 wide shoes that don't look like they'd be used in a retirement home during the monthly game of bed pan hockey (Colostomy Bags vs. Pee). So, if you have size 12 feet and they are either ridiculously wide or birth defect small, then you're in luck. If you have normal size 12 feet and want comfortable attractive running shoes, you'll have to find a special freakish foot covering boutique in China Town to come up with something. Either way, I got the Skechers. Did I mention my fiance is the most patient woman in the world?
Today, I was very productive. As I finished meeting with the people who will be making the cupcakes for my wedding I had a sense of Stewart Smalley-esque self awareness (I'm good enough, smart enough, and dog-gone-it. . .people like me). I realized that I was being constructive and doing something proactive towards my wedding day. We will be getting the sample cupcakes and KEY LIME PIE TARTLETTES, which I'm "pee my pants" excited about, on Tuesday. Did I mention my grooms cake is about 150 mini key lime pies? Well, it is.
After the glorious victory that was the bakery, my fiance and I went to look at tuxedos. The day actually themed around me from about 11 AM till 3:30 PM, I have the most patient fiance ever. We picked out a very exciting ensemble for myself and my groomsmen only to get a price just a cinch too high. Never fear though, we're looking into other options. I have to be honest though, I'm not as excited about the other options, as viable as they may be.
While Jennie listened to Gillen, our Tuxedo guru, who complemented me on my choices, give out the odds and ends bits of info about online muckery I pretended that the check card swiper was a time machine and would tell Jennie wear in time I was going then act it out. I went and saw the dinosaurs, the emotional response was fear and awe, much like when angels appear in scripture. The next stop on my time travel was to the roaring 20's as I dreamed of getting married in a Zoot Suit with matching hat and cane. Lastly I stopped off in 4 AD, I told Jennie that we had just missed Jesus, because I'm retarded and can't keep up with a logical progression of time. Time travel will do that to you.
Clearly I meant to say 34 AD, give or take about 3 years. I did have a moment of honest introspection about time traveling and landing only moments after Christ's ascension. Not that I wouldn't like to meet me some Apostle's, but it's just not even a fair fight. Did I mention that I have the most patient fiance in the world?
Back in the car I took off my shoes as we headed over to what would be one of three, yes three, shoes stores we visited. While I had my shoes off I got bored and acted out a Telemundo style soap opera with my feet. The gist of it was that Raymundo had been two timing with Hector's wife. I thought it was very clever of me to have the yell, "You Sock!" at one another in fits of socky rage. Did I mention I have the most patient fiance in the world?
At the first shoe store I had to learn the basics of shoe shopping as I have been working my way through the garbage bags full of bargain shoes my Uncle Harold gave me . . . three years age. I found a nice pair of Skechers, I'll get a picture up soon. What I really wanted was a pair of running shoes, to lose 10 pounds (I believe that is "one stone" in ancient Viking measurements) in the home stretch before the wedding. I failed at finding one pair that would fit me. This continued on for two more stores and nearly an hour and a half.
I was a bit shattered. How can I be smack in the center of the heart of excess and not be able to find a pair of size 12 wide shoes that don't look like they'd be used in a retirement home during the monthly game of bed pan hockey (Colostomy Bags vs. Pee). So, if you have size 12 feet and they are either ridiculously wide or birth defect small, then you're in luck. If you have normal size 12 feet and want comfortable attractive running shoes, you'll have to find a special freakish foot covering boutique in China Town to come up with something. Either way, I got the Skechers. Did I mention my fiance is the most patient woman in the world?
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sad Falcon's News:
With all of the excitement and hullabaloo that is surrounding the new coaching situation in the dirty south, I expected some players I liked to go, but in the back of my head hoped that they'd never let Warrick Dunn go. They did, take the jump.
I loved Warrick from way back during his days with Tampa. He was my height and about my size and attacked defenses like those big 6'3" 220lb backs. He was inspired on the field and an inspiration off of it. Dunn started a organization to help purchase and furnish homes for needy single parents. Having lost his mother at a young age he understood what it meant when someone helped a single parent. It's nice to see an athlete who doesn't cause trouble and who helps more than he hurts the community.
What a legacy it is, the 22nd back to rush for 10,000 yards. A humble champion for the needy. The man will be greatly missed, by me if no one else. I'll still wear my Dunn jersey during the games. I have to admit though, that if he goes to another team, I'll have a new second favorite team. If he retires I'll tell my kids about the little running back who could.
I loved Warrick from way back during his days with Tampa. He was my height and about my size and attacked defenses like those big 6'3" 220lb backs. He was inspired on the field and an inspiration off of it. Dunn started a organization to help purchase and furnish homes for needy single parents. Having lost his mother at a young age he understood what it meant when someone helped a single parent. It's nice to see an athlete who doesn't cause trouble and who helps more than he hurts the community.
"The legacy he leaves in Atlanta will be long-remembered and appreciated by his fellow players, fans and the community," Atlanta owner Arthur Blank said. "In my mind, Warrick will always be part of the Falcons family."
What a legacy it is, the 22nd back to rush for 10,000 yards. A humble champion for the needy. The man will be greatly missed, by me if no one else. I'll still wear my Dunn jersey during the games. I have to admit though, that if he goes to another team, I'll have a new second favorite team. If he retires I'll tell my kids about the little running back who could.
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