There are things that happen in one's life. Things that speak to you and tell you that God cares for us and wants us to be happy. Some are grand expressions and obvious statements of God's love. Others are more subtle. They almost pass by without our notice. Then we realize what happened and recognize it as the greatness that it is. Some examples you say? But of course...in no particular order..
1. Beer
2. Birth of a child
3. Rainbows
4. The existence of people like Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, and Nelson Mandela.
5. Chocolate
There is one such happening on the horizon. I know I am not the only one who sees this for what it is. It is a true gift and reassurance that no matter how much we have suffered that God will lead us out of darkness and into the light. That evil, no matter how much it seems to have a grasp on us all, has an end. Now, I don't fancy myself a prophet but I feel secure in saying that this event may well be the turning point of our civilization. The catalyst that will launch us into a new dawn of reality. No more spoon fed psycho babble or demeaning veiled as "moving tribute". The end of us being manipulated like marionettes on a string to do this or buy that or lose weight or not or read this or believe that. This event marks yet another expression of God's love and kindness and our own freedom. What is this event you ask? This event is a simple one, but one that is receiving some fanfare. It finally has come and after it happens we can all go back to being the true expressions of ourselves that we were meant to be.
Devil, get behind us! We shall overcome! Yes we can! The only thing we have to fear is fear itself! Whoomp, there it is! A day that will live in infamy!
It will be here soon. I can't wait. A day of new hope and renewal for us all. Thank you Lord for you goodness and mercy. For this event truly shows us your love for us.
That event is.......
The FINAL Oprah Winfrey Show
May 25, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Okay so it could be worse...
And I thought my job sucked!. Seriously there has to be a different way to do this right?
There are several things happening here. First, THEY ARE COBRAS!! I mean it's not like this guy was asked to clean out the baby seal pit or even the lion pit. Seriously I would rather do the lion. At least there is just the one lion to deal with. At some point during the job description this guy read "Clean out cobra pit" and decided he could do that. "It falls under duties otherwise assigned. Your regular job is to sweep up around the trash cans and and give some moron directions to the polar bears that are right behind him. And before you clock just make sure the cobra pit is cleaned up." I'm sorry what?
Second, What is the appropriate attire for cleaning out a cobra pit. I'm going to go ahead and guess that it's not rolled up sweats, soccer jersey, shoulder bag, and flip flops. This guy looks like someone stopped him on the way to the beach. "Hold up a second I gotta clean out the cobra pit before we play frisbeee." How about at least wearing some boots and pants that cover your ankles. At least give the snake something to bite through. If it's me I am in a suit or armor and still pissing myself.
Third, How is he not bitten. It's like he's the cobra whisperer. He must have watched some Raiders of the Lost Ark because there is no way Indiana Jones makes it out of the place alive and this is as close as it gets in real life. I mean he isn't even looking half the time and tossing them like I toss my laundry. Except I am tossing two year old underwear not COBRAS!
And who is the person taking the video and not telling this dude how completely mental he is. There is no way I am taking that video and not screaming at this guy that he is stupid. He might as well be in the library it's so quiet. And he's just having casual conversation with the folks watching. "Hey man when your done you wanna grab a taco?"
"Sounds good, but I gotta stop at the bank first."
How about telling him to get the hell out of the cobra pit because they are cobras and they will kill you and your bandana won't save you.
This video helps me appreciate how good my life actually is. As much as I think my job sucks, I could be that guy. After work I will go home and hug my family and have a beer with my wife. This guy will go home feed his pet tiger have a beer with the guy who brushes the alligators teeth.
There are several things happening here. First, THEY ARE COBRAS!! I mean it's not like this guy was asked to clean out the baby seal pit or even the lion pit. Seriously I would rather do the lion. At least there is just the one lion to deal with. At some point during the job description this guy read "Clean out cobra pit" and decided he could do that. "It falls under duties otherwise assigned. Your regular job is to sweep up around the trash cans and and give some moron directions to the polar bears that are right behind him. And before you clock just make sure the cobra pit is cleaned up." I'm sorry what?
Second, What is the appropriate attire for cleaning out a cobra pit. I'm going to go ahead and guess that it's not rolled up sweats, soccer jersey, shoulder bag, and flip flops. This guy looks like someone stopped him on the way to the beach. "Hold up a second I gotta clean out the cobra pit before we play frisbeee." How about at least wearing some boots and pants that cover your ankles. At least give the snake something to bite through. If it's me I am in a suit or armor and still pissing myself.
Third, How is he not bitten. It's like he's the cobra whisperer. He must have watched some Raiders of the Lost Ark because there is no way Indiana Jones makes it out of the place alive and this is as close as it gets in real life. I mean he isn't even looking half the time and tossing them like I toss my laundry. Except I am tossing two year old underwear not COBRAS!
And who is the person taking the video and not telling this dude how completely mental he is. There is no way I am taking that video and not screaming at this guy that he is stupid. He might as well be in the library it's so quiet. And he's just having casual conversation with the folks watching. "Hey man when your done you wanna grab a taco?"
"Sounds good, but I gotta stop at the bank first."
How about telling him to get the hell out of the cobra pit because they are cobras and they will kill you and your bandana won't save you.
This video helps me appreciate how good my life actually is. As much as I think my job sucks, I could be that guy. After work I will go home and hug my family and have a beer with my wife. This guy will go home feed his pet tiger have a beer with the guy who brushes the alligators teeth.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Some things change
So Stacey and Tomas went to Florida for the week. I stayed home to bring home the bacon. And with what I get paid that's about what I am actually bringing home.
It's funny that when I have an entire week alone I choose to do the exact same things I chose to do when I was 29. Watch sport and movies and play video games. Some things never get old I guess.
The one thing that did change was the fact that I can't stay up late and get up bright and shiny in the morning anymore. Holy. I was up until about midnight a couple times watching crappy movies. When I got up the next morning it was like I took a shot from the "What the hell were you thinking" stick straight to my bald dome. What? I used to do this all the time. On top of that I would stay up and go out drinking. I should be able to at least stay awake until Letterman finishes the Top Ten List and be functional the next day. Right? Not so much. If I did that twice in a week on a regular basis now I would get fired for either not showing up or sleeping with my face on my desk. Oh well, now I just sit on my couch drinking a diet coke and watching whatever action movie Stacey put next on our Netflix list. Hopefully it ends by 11 o'clock, if not I can finish it tomorrow night.
"Chris, you look like stir fried shit this morning, you sick?
"Nope just stayed awake past the evening news watching The Expendables." Damn Stallone and his band of mercenaries.
"Expendables?
"Shut up."
It's funny that when I have an entire week alone I choose to do the exact same things I chose to do when I was 29. Watch sport and movies and play video games. Some things never get old I guess.
The one thing that did change was the fact that I can't stay up late and get up bright and shiny in the morning anymore. Holy. I was up until about midnight a couple times watching crappy movies. When I got up the next morning it was like I took a shot from the "What the hell were you thinking" stick straight to my bald dome. What? I used to do this all the time. On top of that I would stay up and go out drinking. I should be able to at least stay awake until Letterman finishes the Top Ten List and be functional the next day. Right? Not so much. If I did that twice in a week on a regular basis now I would get fired for either not showing up or sleeping with my face on my desk. Oh well, now I just sit on my couch drinking a diet coke and watching whatever action movie Stacey put next on our Netflix list. Hopefully it ends by 11 o'clock, if not I can finish it tomorrow night.
"Chris, you look like stir fried shit this morning, you sick?
"Nope just stayed awake past the evening news watching The Expendables." Damn Stallone and his band of mercenaries.
"Expendables?
"Shut up."
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