Friday Nights

This week the youth directors in town had the first Friday Night at the park event. Our church was in charge of cooking. We inherited 250 already cooked and in the bun hotdogs from another Christian outreach event in town. We had the fire of fires in the grill, the coals were red hot, so we tossed the hotdogs that were wrapped in aluminum on for a little warm up. As far as food goes it ranked right around the Allsups “Gut Grenade” but surprisingly lots of people ate them. (Along the same line when I go into Allsups in the morning there is lot of people purchasing the gut grenades. The entire event was a lot of fun. Several of the adults played as hard or harder then the youth. Which would explain why I got creamed by Jenn, shaving creamed.

One of the drawbacks to living in a small town is there is not IHOP or Denny’s, although I prefer the IHOP to the Denny’s. Where IHOP is the Cadillac, I feel that Denny’s is the Saturn.

Below is my tractor, it had problems during the night. Normally it stops when it drives over the little elevated stop, last night it did not. Some section of the yard received an abundance of water when the tractor was stuck. See the picture below.

Sunday School

Why is Generation XY not as strong about going to Sunday school? This is a question that is currently perplexing members of my church. I am not as perplexed as they are in the matter because I am in the XY generation. I was born in the years that overlap between generations. Hopefully I will take the best traits for each of the generations and run with them. Back to Sunday School… I am not sure why our church does not have any young adult couple who attend Sunday School Perhaps it is that we do not have an established class. There have been several attempts made at establishing a class but it has not yet been successful. I think it partly has to do with the lack of fellowship with the Sunday School classes at this time. I can remember when I was a child, my parents would go snow skiing with their class, they would have parties and gatherings. For the this generation a lack of fellowship will not drive involvement in the class. That would be one of the fundamanet issues that I would tag with a lack of involvement in Sunday School. The nomenclature of “Sunday School” will conger up images of school, and a teacher with a steel ruler who would wrap your knuckles if you miss behaved. In lieu of Snday School it should be called, Sunday Bible Study.

The days events…
Went to work, that was fun. Death with several vendors at work, and boy was it fun. Cap is doing well tonight, it was 12:45 am before hew went to bed last night.Epic was good, we had some evening full of converstaion and some games.

Not Much

Not much to report on today. The family did go for a walk tonight, which was fun. We saw two stray dogs, and I was concerned that there would be a dog fight between our do and the stray or lose dogs each time. Fortunately all the canines kept their cool. I chipped some more concrete tonight and updated another Blog for the 2006 New Orleans Mission Trip that the church is taking. The link is below.

http://nawlins06.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-we-go.html

Well you better close your eyes… …I am going to hop in the shower and was all the concert dust off!!!

Another Monday

Tonight Amy and I went to the city to order some more windows for our house. The home improvement quest keeps on going. We had a great dinner at Fazoli’s, it was Italian food, and it was quick. The service at Home Depot was slow to say the least, and I was glad to be leaving the store. I did sign up for the Home Depot credit card, because it saved 10% on the total price of the purchase. Normally I would not do such a thing, however, the price tag was worth the hassle. I was in a training class all day at work, that really takes it our of me, just sitting all day.

Amy listened to the song I downloaded yesterday End of the Line. After listening to the song she said, “It has a nice beat, the guy’s voice is nice, but I did not like the story.”

During the bed time reading, I read two poems by Shel Silverstien. One of them is below:
Sky Seasoning
A piece of sky
Broke off and fell
Though the crack in the ceiling
Right into my soup.
KERPLOP!
I really must state
That I usually hate
Lentil soup, but I ate
Every drop!
Delicious delicious
(A bit like plaster),
But so delicious, goodness sake—
I could have eaten a lentil-soup lake.
It’s amazing the difference
A bit of sky can make.
When I read the poem I did not think that it made much sense. I though that I could drone on in the blog about the fact that it did not make sense. Furthermore, I was going to go off on a tangent about poets and how strange their words are.

Then all of a sudden
IT occurred to I
That of all the things
I could not do
Was to criticize someone
Who wrote their thoughts…
J P

End of the Line

Today I went to two different church services, at different churches. As part of a committee I am on, were assigned to attend another church and make comparisons between our church and the other church. I attended a local church that has been growing and expanding it ministry to see what they did. It became evident to me that I do not have good luck visiting a church when the regular pastor is preaching. When I was in high school several of the guys in the youth group decided to attend the other Methodist Church in town. This was partly due to our disagreement with the pastor at our church. This was a theological difference of course, and we decided to do something about it. The Methodist Church that we visited was having their United Methodist Women’s Sunday. This resulted in our listing to the president of the UMW at this church give a sermon. While I was attending college in Abilene my friends decided to listen to the aforementioned pastor that I had the disagreement with. (He had moved to a Methodist Church in Abilene.) It so happened, that he was gone and we listened to a substitute pastor. The person preaching was not in the ministry, nor was he interested in entering the ministry. He was a high ranking city official who spoke about parks, road, and the water system. I saw several people that I knew at the church I visited, they were all friendly, and no one else seemed to be overly friendly. My conclusion to this is… …I really do not have one at the moment. It was strange though, it has always been drilled into my head that the congregation should be friendly. That will make people come to the church. More than likely, I believe that people look at the programs more then they do how friendly the congregation is. (Not to say that an extremely unfriendly congregation will attract people.)

Today, Strebeck preached the sermon and it was excellent. The sermon title made sense after he explained it. I think that wherever they go, they will be a catalyst for spiritual growth.

I heard this great song on the radio while listening to the “Acoustic Café” (89.9). It is titled End of the Line, by Richard Julian. It was so good that I got on the internet and purchased it.

The Vent Story

Back in April I ordered some vents for my house. When they came in they were the wrong size, unknown to me, you are suppose to measure the duct size, not the size of the vent. I called the company and informed them of the situation. Mario, the fellow I was talking to, said send them back, when they arrive, I will send out the correct size. They never came, and never came, so I though that they had just given me a refund. I waited until the next Visa card statement arrived to see if it had been credited. It had not, so I called the company back. I informed the saleslady what had happened, to which she replied, “Let me check and I will call you back.” Somewhat skeptical I gave her my number. I returned to the off and the magic red light was on. The company had called back and gave me the answer. They were sorry about the confusion, Mario was handling my order, however, he no longer works for us and the order was lost in the shuffle… …we will send it out in the morning. The moral of this story is, “If you parts don’t come in, the salesmen might have been fired.”

The parental unit (that is what my sister calls my parents) are still up with the Cornhuskers. Amy watched Cap and Braegan today, I think that everyone had a good time.

I replaced a window in my house, Strebeck was correct as usual, it was not overly difficult.

Mazie the wonder dog and I went to the park and walked ~1.5 miles, it was great. I finally got my prescription from the heart doctor, it is called, “Love Potion #9, for a Softer, gentler man.”

Below is Cap on a "weeee slide" that is what he calls them.

Writers Block

I think that I have been suffering from what is called, “Writers Block.” Contrary to popular belief, it is not the street where all the writers live. Rather it is a state where one is unable to write anything. It is like when Tin Cup gets the shanks, in the golfing movie Tin Cup. Writers block is to writers, what shaking the ball is to a golfer. You go through the motion and in the end create an awful short story, of hit the guy standing next to you at the driving range. When it has been time to chronicle my day, I have nothing note worthy to say. It is more of the feeling like, Chock that day down as complete, let move on to the next day.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, I did get news from the Cardiologist that I have an irregular heartbeat. He is going to attempt to put me on some medicine that will clear up that problem.

We went to the a birthday party at a park this evening, it was a lot of fun. Cap enjoyed the slide and the little kids play yard.

Death

I have noticed that when a person passes-away or dies in a sudden manner everyone is interested in what happened. After the passing of an individual you here lots of comments like, “Did you hear what happened?” or “I heard it was XYZ.” Death in itself is a large mystery to everyone who is still living. All the while there is a family who has just lost a loved one, and are mourning.

I think that I have conquered my cold, I feel a great deal better. Work was work today, lots to do. I attended choir practice, this coming Sunday is the last one we are singing at church until August. The choir gets a summer vacation along with everyone else. I have been busy watering the grass; it looked like it would rain here today, but the clouds, hung a left and went around town. I am still not sure how a cloud back can make a left hand turn and miss the town but it does.

Hats

I finally found my two favorite hats to wear around the house. They were sitting on the floor next to the computer desk, what fun. You can tell that they are my favorite hats to wear because they both have nice sweat stains, and a good dirt accumulation on them.

You can call it writers block, exhaustion, or what ever you would like, I don’t have much to say today. Therefore, I will let the news speak for itself.

US Presbyterian church opens door to gay clergy

Episcopal Church group rejects curb on gay bishops

Hurricanes and fans revel in Stanley Cup

Column: Open is a tale told by an 'idiot'
(People don’t think to highly of the aggressive play of that golfer.)

Below is a picture of Whaetly Post (new nephew).

Statement of Health

This is not as deep and thoughful as Martin Luther King's Statement, "I have a dream," but here we go:

I have a Cold

Now you know what is clouding my mind...

Father's Day 2006 (#2)

Today was Father's Day, and it was actually my second one at being a father. I got several nice cards, the fronts of which I scanned in and they are below. (Please note that they are all under copyright.) All in all it was a busy day, I water the grass, went to church, Amy cooked dinner for Cap, me, herself and Father (my granddad). I though was very sweet of her to do, and it was a wonderful meal. We had spaghetti, Caesar Salad, and Strawberry Shortcake. I have always wondered why it was called short cake; I would hate to see a "Tall cake". In addition to that, we had a church wide picnic, and swimming party which was fun. Cap still has not warmed up to the idea of swimming; I suppose that we will have to go more often.

Today at church one of the "golden" women of the church made an announcement about a fund raiser that the United Methodist Women (UMW) were having. During her announcement, she went on to explain that Ceta CanyonÂ’s system of Cest Pools was no longer legal, and they were going to have to develop a new waste water treatment system. To this day, I do not think that I have ever heard anyone mention Cest Pools from the pulpit or lecture (the side where we make all the announcements, because the preacher is the only one to use the other side). For reasons that I cannot explain, I though that it was an unusual announcement at best. Why not just say, "Ceta Canyon has to implement a new waste water treating facility, come by a sandwich and the money will go to this project."

Back to the cards, the first one is from Cap, it is special because he picked it out all by himself.

This one is from Amy, and it is a neat card. I feel sure that she also picked it out without assistance.

Finally, the card from my parents, it is short and to the point.

I recieved several nice presents from Amy and Cap. The one that I am most fond of is a little statue that Amy got me to put on my desk at work. It is a nice statue of a father speaking to his son.

Taco Bell Assembly Line

I went to Taco Bell and got some dinner tonight. While I was waiting on my food to be prepared, I recalled a book written by Aldous Huxley, titled Brave New World. The food that was being prepared was done in an assembly line manner. The assembly line idea was brought to the forefront by Henry Ford, with the Model T. The food coming out of the end of the Taco Bell assembly room is not as good as the food that you get when you visit a fancy restaurant. When Amy and I went to Williamsburg, Virginia we dined as several restaurants at Colonial Williamsburg. The setting was ~1750 before the revolutionary war, and well before the assembly line. The food was wonderful, of course it was also more expensive then the Taco Bell meal. It had more of a hand made taste. In Huxley’s book, he describes a society how worships Ford (Henry Ford) and makes their babies though artificial means in an assembly line. I read an article about rich families from China and Canada coming to the United States to choose the sex of their babies (http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/06/14/sex.selection.ap/index.html?section=cnn_latest). This idea is frightful, to think that people, on a whim will play God and chose the sex of their baby. I full appreciate, respect and embrace medicine, and medical advances that will aid in prolonging life, and eliminating disease. However; choosing the sex of one’s baby is ludicrous, as are the laws that allow people to do that here in the United States. It is only a few steps away from Huxley’s book where the create babies on an assembly line, do not get married, brainwash children into 5 different classes, and so on.
I am afraid that society will become like the Taco Bell assembly line food, edible but not fantastic!

Cousins and Nephews

Cap has another new cousin, and I have another nephew, which makes two new ones in the span of 10 days. Amy’s sister had a baby last week, named Ben Wilson, and my sister had a baby last night named Wheatly Post, who weighed 8lbs 12oz, and was 22 ¾ inches long.

I am beginning to feel normal again, as the pain in my groin gets better. However, I did manage to pull of two migraine headaches, and slept 12 hours yesterday evening/night. That is why nothing was written. The CAT Scan did not take very long this morning, and once again I received an IV and was injected with Iodine, which gives you the warm and fuzzy feeling. I went to work after we returned…

“Mazie the Wonderdog” managed to tree a cat in the back yard. I am pretty sure it was the Hagburg’s cat. To get her away from the tree I had to take her on a short walk. The cat did not look very happy about the situation; I explained to the cat that Mazie just wanted to play. All the cat did was give me the “Blank Cat Stare” a stare that I receive sometimes while training new people at the plant.

The Heart Cath...

The heart cath went well yesterday. As I understand the situation, they did not find anything abnormal (or at least that they were not expecting). They did not find any blockages and the Doctor has ordered a CT Scan (aka CAT Scan) for Friday morning. I have been radiated quite a bit the past week, with the Stress test, and the heart cath, and I am looking forward to the Cat Scan.

It was interesting laying their watching my heart beating on the monitor, and getting injected with iodine dye, that turns you RED hot for a few seconds. I sweated in places that I did not know sweated about the 5th time I was injected.

For a list of common congenital heart defects you can click on the link below:
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/congenital-heart-defects/CC00026

Other events that have occurred are as follows, I purchased two sets of shoes, one for golf and one for walking. They are both Nike and I think I got a good price on both of them. The tennis shoes are to replace a pair of New Balance that I got when I was in Lubbock about 6 years ago. My old golf shoes are the steel spike type which have been banned on most golf courses. (That’s Life). The new ones are soft spiked. I routed for Togo in the World Cup because they were a huge underdog and it was their first appearance in the world cup… …they lost 2 – 1 to S. Korea. I had a migraine headache last night, and am pretty tried today. I watch part of Chronicles of Narnia, a good flick that I recommend to anyone, even an atheist would enjoy the movie!

Texas Childern's Hospital

When I was a child I spent time at Texas Children’s Hospital in Houston, Texas. My parents and I were visiting about some of the times that I was down there and I mentioned that I loved the colored arrows on the flow leading to the different parts of the building. I looked at their website map, and they still have the color coordinated areas. As I recall they installed a McDonalds on the first floor where the old coffee shop used to be. This was the first time that I ever saw a McDonalds inside a building. (I think that it was sponsored by the cardiologist to drum up more business.) The McDonalds is still on the map, and it is close to the Orange Elevators. In addition to the hospital trips every summer we also would go to Galveston, and eat at Guido’s. We would take a tour of NASA’s Johnson Space Center. This was before the not so fun tram that everyone has to ride, and each group of 10-15 wandered around the space center with a guide. Normally we would go to Hermann Park, and ride the little train; it was only a few blocks from the hospital. As much as I hated going down to Houston, I have a lot of great memories of the trips. One morning we went into a McDonalds down the street from our hotel. Apparently I had a sad face on at the time. They lady that was taking the order, she was a large black woman, looked down at me and said, “Boy, you not in school, so you should be happy. Wipe that scowl off your face.” The Image below is the floor plan for the Ambercrombie building, which is part of Texas Childerns/St. Lukes.


Well Amy called me at my office and asked what I wanted to eat. Then she said, “I want you to get what you want since you have to fast.” It was as if this would be my last meal. It rained tonight, and I mowed the front yard before it stated. I will have the procedure tomorrow. Thanks for taking a stroll down memory lane.

Perceptions and other items

Today I gave the report from Annual Conference to the church. There were 161 people listening, I was not nervous, and they looked to be unenthused. To a point I can understand about not being enthused to hear a report for a conference, which you do not understand. I think the most uplifting thing I heard all day was when Ryan said something to the effect, “that a lot of people come back from conferences and say, why can’t our church be like that. I came back from the conference thinking, we have something going on in Big B”. While I was getting ready to go to church I walked into the “Cave” (Spare Bed Room) and heard the chorus to Centerfield. It is a gone by John Fogerty about baseball. The chorus line goes something like this, “Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today, Put me in coach, I’m ready to play, look at me I can be in centerfield.” I think that as a whole most people would not admit that a secular song has spoken a word of god to them. There was something in that moment, akin to when Isaiah said, “Send Me!” (Isaiah 6:8). It is exciting to see people in church who say, Put me in Coach, I just wish that more people would do it, because they do not.

Perceptions (written while at annual conference)
What is your perception about ministers? When one says, “I am a preacher,” do you think, “I hope he does not want to talk about Jesus,” or do you think, “Here is someone that can bring people to our church.” What is it that brings people into a church, is it the building, a pretty lawn, a nice van, or relationships? It is interesting that church members rely so heavily on the minister to bring new people to church. I would admit that I am guilty of doing that, thinking that it is the pastor’s job to bring people to the church. While it is not the sole responsibility of the pastor to bring people into the church, he does play a part in this. I think that it is the laity responsible to bring people into the church. If you look at the number, there is 1 pastor and say 200 people in the congregation. How many more people will the pastor touch the 200 laity. I dare say that the members of the church are exposed to a far greater amount of people in their day to day activities then a pastor . Beside, the pastor generally is working with people who are in the church.

The Tailspin

Due to some of the content of this posting, it is posted at the following web address. (Myspace)
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=73010032&blogID=131344447&MyToken=7c1b4284-7d39-48df-8b64-48d5f1c9580c

Syntax Error

I returned today from Annual Conference. The past week has been very interesting for me, and I attempted to put it into words last night. I ended up writing about perceptions, which amounted to, well I will let you read it for yourself. Perhaps someone could explain it to me. Right at the moment I would have to Annual Conference experience as one that out my mind into overload. It had a “SYNTAX ERROR, PLEASE REBOOT OR CONTACT THE SYSTEM ADMINIISTRATOR.” All of which I will explain later, right now I think I am going to sit and watch the mind numbing TV…

D-Day, H-Hour

“The most difficult and complicated operation ever to take place.” Winston Churchill

“The destruction of the enemy’s landing is the sole decisive factor in the whole conduct of the war and hence in its final results.” Adolf Hitler

“The history of war does not know of an undertaking comparable to it for breadth of conception, grandeur of scale, and mastery of execution” Joseph Stalin

“Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking” Dwight D. Eisenhower, Order of the Day, June 4, 1944

“In this column I want to tell you what the opening of the second front entailed, so that you can know and appreciate and forever be humbly grateful to those both dead and alive who did it for you” Ernie Pyle, June 12, 1944

Today is the anniversary of D-Day, the Allied Forces attach and landing on the beaches in Normandy France. From all the accounts that I have read it was a gut wrenching order, with death, and dismemberment on both sides of the war. Stephen Ambrose wrote a book titled, D-Day June 6, 1944, The Climactic Battle of World War II. The book has a great deal of good information, as well as many stories about the landing and the days that followed from participants in the battle. The sacrifices that the troops made were immense, as one reported put it, “This is the battle between democracy and dictatorship, can the boys of democracy be tough enough to battle and win those boys which had been whipped in to shape by a dictator.

Today I went to the Doctor and had the pleasure of being poked, prodded and examined. This evening I got to play golf. I managed o shoot a 51, and had a blast!!!

United Methodist News...

United Methodist News…

Today I was listening to AFR on the way back from lunch. They were talking about the United Methodist Student Movement and several resolutions they passed. One of the resolutions was a dissenting view of the Judicial Councils ruling that a Virginia Pastor was correct in not allowing a self avowed homosexual to join the church he was senior pastor at. ON the United Methodist website there is the following article, “Resolutions address Iraq, Sudan, inclusiveness” Please read it for yourself. I have several questions, why have I not ever heard of this movement before. How many people were there? How much pressure did the organizers place on the group to push the resolutions? Who is in charge?

Cap has had an allergic reaction to his pj’s, I thought about suggesting that he sleeps in the buff, but on second though I wanted to avoid the strife that a comment like that would receive.

Jump...

Today was Sunday, which equates to spending a good portion of the day at the Church. It is a great church, which has an active past, and hopefully a bright future. The future will hold in it the opportunity to grow, and train new Christians to go out and spread God’s Message. Everyone has a call from God on their life. The vast majority of people are not called into full time ministry, only a hand full really. They job should be to equip the rest of us, or the Laity, to go out and spread the message. However, in churches today, the most common approach is that the pastor should be brining in the new people, while the church body as a whole is more concerned with how did this, and I cannot believe that he said that.

The other day, I wrote about some of the crazy ideas that I had, and what would happen. Well I attempted one of the crazy ideas tonight, and it was good. I went to the praise team practice, not sure what was going to happen, only knowing that I feel led to participate. It was good.

Since I attend a Methodist Church, which is what is referred to as a connectional church; we have a hierarchy to the church system. Our pastors are sent to the church by the bishop. This morning the past was speaking about Annual Conference, the meeting where all the pastors and lost of lay people get together and review last year, plans for the upcoming year and some other things. This is also the time when the appointments (where a pastor will be) are made official. As the pastor explained this, I had a vision about paratroopers. Image a large plane with about 150 pastors in it, all with parachutes. The jump master is the Bishop and as they cross over a small town he yells, “Smith, we are over Fritch, Jump!” Out the door Smith jumps into a new church (with a little shove on the back from the Bishop). This thought or vision made me laugh as I though about this, and while the real system is different, in a sense it is the same.
(The Picture Below is an AP-File Photograph).
In an AP Story titled Lobbying reform slow despite scandals, writer Jim Abrams notes several republican Representatives who are in hot water with scandals. Do the democrats not pay homage to the lobbyist? I think that there are a few things to be sure of in regards to Washington fixing the lobbying situation. 1. They will be slow on the uptake, because who does not like getting free stuff. 2. The lobbyist have nestled themselves inside Washington like Salt Cedars on the Canadian River. 3. They are going to leave enough loopholes in the bills to comfortably allow their continued receipt of free stuff.

Four...

I went out to the golf course today, for the first time in a couple of years to hit some range balls. I did pretty well considering the downtime between hitting golf balls. I wanted to make sure that I could still hit the ball before I play on Tuesday, and I can. Still have a little slice; I think some of that action was due to the wind blowing. One would think that after 31 years, I would be accustom to the wind blowing here. To that end, I think that a pretty day is one that the wind does not blow. Ok, back to my gold story. The driving range brought back memories of golf when I was in high school. I played for 3 years, and made the official JV Team when I was a junior. So for three years everyday I played a bout nine holes. I did not appreciate it as much then as I would now if I could get away with playing that much. I have lots of good stories about golf and the experiences that I had on the course. One of my favorite aspects of the golf team was the fact that my grandmother adored the golf couch, because he was a good geometry teacher. (She was a math teacher for many years, and I received some of the best tutoring that one could have.) While my uncle made the comment one day, “I would like to roll him up and stuff him in the trash can.” Not a faltering remark, unless you are a raccoon. My opinion was pretty neutral, one day after a round of gold he said, “How did you shoot?” I replied, “Pretty good.” His response was, “Boys, I want numbers not adjectives.” Oh the joys of golf.

I was on hole #18, which is now hole #9 one day. The green is about 100 feet from the county club swimming pool. The wind had been blowing that day, and the hole was into the wind. I took the wind into consideration as I selected a club out of my bag. I wanted to make sure to get it over the lake and on the green, and with the still head wind, I though that a 5 iron would do the trick. About the time I made contact with the ball, the wind stopped. I watch as the ball flew through the air, over the lake (that is good) over the green (well at least it did not go in the drink) over the rough (mmmm) and into the pool (I cannot write the word that popped into my head but it was not a pleasent thought). The only saving grace was that it was fall and there was not a soul swimming. I had to take two for being out of bounds, everyone said that I should have to take 4 strokes because I had not only hit out of bounds, but also into a water hazard.

Lobyist or Salesperson, you make the call

Yippee (this word is the spelling check of Microsoft Word), it was Friday. It is time for another exciting weekend of chipping concrete off of bricks. I have just finished writing a little bit to a church in Nebraska, which has a different view on a major issue. I went to the park and walked about 1 ½ miles with Mazie the wonder doggie. I did have an interesting revelation or realization today about lobbyist. It is as follows, “Lobbyist, and salesmen are doing the same job, trying to sell someone something. On person sells and idea, while the other sales a good.” How easy is it to visit with your representative, no I do not have any tickets to give you, but I voted for you, well I do not think that will get you in the door. There is billions of dollars wasted by the politicians of this county, money which could go to help feed the hungry, combat domestic violence, or improve

The Sounds of the Day

The Sounds of the day:

5:00 BEEP BEEP BEEP that would be the sound the alarm clock makes when it joults me out of bed.
5:40 SPLASH that is the sound made when I get in the swimming pool.
6:30 CHICHING the sound the gas pump makes will I am filling my car with fuel.
6:45 DINDODEDAH the sound the computer makes when I log on in my office
Lots of sounds occur while at work, the computer, the phone, pager, cell phone, radio, the boss…
5:45 WIAHHA, the sound of a child who is upset at life, (welcome home).
Lots of sounds between then and now, including people visiting, the a/c running, a grill grilling hamburgers, children playing, children not sharing toys, children laughing.

We had EPIC tonight, which was wonderful. It was the first time that the group had met together in about 5 weeks. The conversations were great, as well as the food. One of the girls that was watching the children brought Cap back in the house and said, “He was doing fine until he fell and was trying to play with the dog poop.” I talked about how I though that at this time, there is a good deal of anticipation and wondering in the church, or at least for me there is. I believe that the church is going to embark on a spritsail journey. While we are on the subject of churches, click on the website below, that is the FUMC in Borger(one of the larger churches in Borger)
http://www.victorymemorial.org/templates/chr05re/default.asp?id=29154

As opposed to the website below:

http://www.gbgm-umc.org/fumc-borger/

Well in the famous words of Porky the Pigs, “That’s… That’s All folks”