I know I just linked to the Stuff Christians Like blog page a post or two ago, but I really really want Rob and Wayne to read this post specifically. It's tech crew haiku. What could be better than that, I ask you.
And guys? Read every single comment. You will love them all, I promise. You will find yourself over and over and over. And I betcha there will be more than a couple of them that make you think, "Hey, I'm totally USING that one!" (Not on me, ok?)
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
...and the livin' is easy.
Summer's only begun, yet it's shaping up to be a goodie for the boyos. They are loving their Adventures in Science camp. It's a half-day class at a local elementary school where, so far this week, they've made electromagnets, helicopters, circuits, power buzzers, pneumatic dump trucks, thermometers, and glow-in-the-dark goop. Today they put together all they have learned to create their very own working invention. They have three more week-long sessions, each one dealing with a different aspect of science...rockets, sports, and detective stuff.
In addition to science camp, there's a week of knight-themed VBS. They'll be camping for a week with their dad over the Fourth of July. And at the end of summer, we're going on the Disney Magic for a week of cruising.
I want to be my grandson.
In addition to science camp, there's a week of knight-themed VBS. They'll be camping for a week with their dad over the Fourth of July. And at the end of summer, we're going on the Disney Magic for a week of cruising.
I want to be my grandson.
CAN. NOT. FIND. THE. COOL.
The mall? Sometimes. But who wants to hang out there all day?
The car? No. Not until you've driven for 10 miles at $4.96 a gallon.
At work? Not in my closet of an office. Although...
Ahhhhh. The walk-in freezer. Nice.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Meanwhile
While you're waiting for me to have some brilliant moment of creativity, enjoy my current favorite blog, Stuff Christians Like. Betcha five dollars you see yourself in more than a few of his very funny posts. Not only is this guy a really clever writer, he is always looking for new ideas, so feel free to comment with the wacky stuff that one guy at your church does. You know the guy I'm talking about. Yes, him. We all seem to have the same little quirks...let's celebrate them. Enjoy!
Some examples, just to get you curious:
#292 Eating the homemade VBS play doh
#284 Willow Tree Figures
#260 Drawing in the bulletin
#243 Going through "seasons"
#237 Tipping at restaurants with a tract
#235 Confessing things around a campfire
Some examples, just to get you curious:
#292 Eating the homemade VBS play doh
#284 Willow Tree Figures
#260 Drawing in the bulletin
#243 Going through "seasons"
#237 Tipping at restaurants with a tract
#235 Confessing things around a campfire
Blog update...
Ok, Sue. Let's agree here.
Are we going to do this blog thing or not. Because if we are, we need to commit to writing 3-5 posts each and every week. If we are not going to do it, then let's just get over ourself and pull the thing down altogether.
You decide.
(does this one count?)
Are we going to do this blog thing or not. Because if we are, we need to commit to writing 3-5 posts each and every week. If we are not going to do it, then let's just get over ourself and pull the thing down altogether.
You decide.
(does this one count?)
Monday, May 19, 2008
My Dirty Little Geekret, Part...um...next
Hidden Objects games on my computer. I'd like to go to Best Buy and have the Geek Squad add some memory to my laptop, but I'm embarrassed by the number of downloaded games. Usually I download the free hour trial, and if I don't like the game or if I'm feeling parsimonious I don't buy it. But the trial offer is still taking up space. Hmmm...that's Huntsville up there. I don't have that game yet. 'Scuse me, would you please? I have some important computer stuff to do.
Don't tell the Geeks
Saturday, May 17, 2008
This is really two blogs in one...what a bargain
PART I
We Christians, who are supposed to be generously carrying the name of Christ into all the world, who are supposed to show His Glory through our love and behavior? We stink as customers. We are typically loud and pushy and arrogant and stingy.
The worst place we exhibit this "sanctified" behavior is in a restaurant. We're famous for tipping 5% or less. Sometimes we don't tip at all; instead we'll lovingly leave a tract, because we know the server's soul is worth more than some measly tip. And what better way to share Christ's love than with a clever presentation of the 4 spiritual laws. My favorite tract is one that appears to be a folded $5 bill, but when you open it up it says, "Disappointed? You'll never be disappointed with Jesus!" Wow, this fun and delightful tract causes the server to immediately fall to his/her knees and make a confession of faith, because some Christian went the extra mile to buy that 25 cent tract, carry it to the restaurant, and leave it on the table instead of a gratuity. We should each buy a case of those tracts and leave them (instead of a tip) at every restaurant we patronize, because I know how the servers respond to such a display of Christian love. And besides, they are getting paid to do this job, right? They're making an entire $8.00 an hour, so they certainly don't need any tip. What they NEED is a religious tract. Yeah. That's just what they need.
My friend Diane says if you're going to bow your head to pray over a meal in a restaurant, you'd better be prepared to leave a 20% tip. Because, she says, you have called attention to the fact that you serve God, and you must not shame Him by being cheap with the gratuity. Servers are watching for real Christian behavior. They don't see much of it.
PART II
You probably know this, but it's true that Mother's Day is the busiest day in the restaurant biz. The only people who DON'T go out to dinner on that day are restaurant people, because we know better.
At Marie's, our Mother's Day was great...busy, happy, wonderful food. Just one teeny fly in the ointment: we had a "customer incident", which is restauranteze for "Dang, someone got hurt; do you think they'll sue?" Here's what happened.
A sweet old lady in a wheelchair came in for our brunch, straight from church. She was wearing her Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes and her lovely old cross brooch. Now, when I say old lady, visualize Methuselah's mom. She had filo dough skin, you know? like, so thin you can see bones and stuff through it. And her arms were covered with red and purple bruising as though she'd come to California by way of Katrina. Anyway, when she was coming out of the bathroom stall, she scraped the back of her hand, and it just removed that filo dough skin like peeling away a layer of onion. Not much bleeding, but it was really sore, and she was, naturally, upset. Me, too. I dropped to my knees by her chair, bandaged her hand, hugged and patted her. I repeatedly apologized and reassured her. I asked her if I could pray for her, which she gladly accepted. (later, I would be accused of having "an attitude")
Her daughter and son, those good moral Christian people, seeing this as an opportunity to make some money, never once showed her concern or compassion, but instead started threatening me, and accusing me of "inconsideration" because she had injured her hand.
Let me just say this in my defense: I did not wake up Sunday morning and say to myself, "Hmm. I wonder how I can show inconsideration today. I know! I'll ambush the bathroom stalls so some pathetic old lady will scrape the hide off her hand! Yes, that's just what I'll do. Mwah ha ha!" then I twirled my handlebar mustache.
Oh, they'll sue for sure. You know they have some slick ADA lawyer on speed dial just for occasions like this. Poor mom. She's being beat up far worse by her obnoxious children that she was by our inconsiderate bathroom stall. I wish I had a nice tract to give them.
We Christians, who are supposed to be generously carrying the name of Christ into all the world, who are supposed to show His Glory through our love and behavior? We stink as customers. We are typically loud and pushy and arrogant and stingy.
The worst place we exhibit this "sanctified" behavior is in a restaurant. We're famous for tipping 5% or less. Sometimes we don't tip at all; instead we'll lovingly leave a tract, because we know the server's soul is worth more than some measly tip. And what better way to share Christ's love than with a clever presentation of the 4 spiritual laws. My favorite tract is one that appears to be a folded $5 bill, but when you open it up it says, "Disappointed? You'll never be disappointed with Jesus!" Wow, this fun and delightful tract causes the server to immediately fall to his/her knees and make a confession of faith, because some Christian went the extra mile to buy that 25 cent tract, carry it to the restaurant, and leave it on the table instead of a gratuity. We should each buy a case of those tracts and leave them (instead of a tip) at every restaurant we patronize, because I know how the servers respond to such a display of Christian love. And besides, they are getting paid to do this job, right? They're making an entire $8.00 an hour, so they certainly don't need any tip. What they NEED is a religious tract. Yeah. That's just what they need.
My friend Diane says if you're going to bow your head to pray over a meal in a restaurant, you'd better be prepared to leave a 20% tip. Because, she says, you have called attention to the fact that you serve God, and you must not shame Him by being cheap with the gratuity. Servers are watching for real Christian behavior. They don't see much of it.
PART II
You probably know this, but it's true that Mother's Day is the busiest day in the restaurant biz. The only people who DON'T go out to dinner on that day are restaurant people, because we know better.
At Marie's, our Mother's Day was great...busy, happy, wonderful food. Just one teeny fly in the ointment: we had a "customer incident", which is restauranteze for "Dang, someone got hurt; do you think they'll sue?" Here's what happened.
A sweet old lady in a wheelchair came in for our brunch, straight from church. She was wearing her Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes and her lovely old cross brooch. Now, when I say old lady, visualize Methuselah's mom. She had filo dough skin, you know? like, so thin you can see bones and stuff through it. And her arms were covered with red and purple bruising as though she'd come to California by way of Katrina. Anyway, when she was coming out of the bathroom stall, she scraped the back of her hand, and it just removed that filo dough skin like peeling away a layer of onion. Not much bleeding, but it was really sore, and she was, naturally, upset. Me, too. I dropped to my knees by her chair, bandaged her hand, hugged and patted her. I repeatedly apologized and reassured her. I asked her if I could pray for her, which she gladly accepted. (later, I would be accused of having "an attitude")
Her daughter and son, those good moral Christian people, seeing this as an opportunity to make some money, never once showed her concern or compassion, but instead started threatening me, and accusing me of "inconsideration" because she had injured her hand.
Let me just say this in my defense: I did not wake up Sunday morning and say to myself, "Hmm. I wonder how I can show inconsideration today. I know! I'll ambush the bathroom stalls so some pathetic old lady will scrape the hide off her hand! Yes, that's just what I'll do. Mwah ha ha!" then I twirled my handlebar mustache.
Oh, they'll sue for sure. You know they have some slick ADA lawyer on speed dial just for occasions like this. Poor mom. She's being beat up far worse by her obnoxious children that she was by our inconsiderate bathroom stall. I wish I had a nice tract to give them.
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