CL reminded me the other day that I haven't updated my blog in a while. He said (as I remember it): "You never update that thing. You're turning into one of those people."
He's right, of course. I haven't updated in a few weeks (especially if you don't count gratuitous Youtube content). And I don't have an excuse. It's not that I've been getting a tremendous amount of reading done (you'll notice the book list hasn't changed in a few weeks), or that I've been terribly overworked at church (on the contrary, I feel like I haven't as productive as I'd like the last few weeks), or that I've been spending two hours a day on the bike (let's not talk about that). Again, no excuses. I'm just one of those people.
I was thinking about that today--about how I've become one of "those people" that I said I'd never be. It's been on my mind for at least a good five minutes now because I've come to realize that it's happening in other areas of my life other places too. Proof? Twice a day I go out the door with a dog and a plastic bag. Oh, the indignity of it all. But let's not talk about that either.
Better proof is the fact that I've spent too much time the last few days investigating cell phone plans. That's right. A cell phone. It looks I'll soon be stepping into the year 2001. And then I'll be one of those people going 47 mph in a 65 mph zone, swerving erratically in between lanes, talking at a ridiculous volumes in restaurants about the rash I've got under my arms, or calling my wife every three minutes from the grocery store so that she can tell me what kind of apples to buy, then what grade of ground beef, then what flavor of cheese?
Sheesh. What's next? I'll cry when Sanjya finally gets voted off American Idol?
Well, at least I'm not the only one going downhill. Jill discovered ebay the other night. But more on that another time.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
dirty preacher
In a lame attempt to update my blog at least onece a week, I'm posting somebody elses video. But it IS at least vaguely related to my life. Last Sunday, I was trying to talk about a woman's "dress" and ended up saying "bress." Of course, all the dirty minds in my congregation thought I said something else. But on the bright side, I think I handled it better than this guy.
PS: Too "edgy" for the church blog?
Friday, March 30, 2007
Rollerblading with Daisy
I'm not sure why I find this so entertaining--but I do. This is us going down our block. She's slowed down a bit after going for a good half hour. (Earlier, we went to Wash Park and were keeping up with some bikers. Yep, my dog is faster than your dog.)
Getting Ready For a Walk
This is Daisy get revved up to go out for the previously mentioned rollerblading. About ten seconds in is when I grab the leash and she realizes what's going on. And no, I don't know why I say "go" like I'm from Sheboygan County
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Flashback: 1990
As I mentioned a few posts ago, I'm training for the Triple Bypass coming up this July.
Well, sort of training.
Monday afternoon I meant to go for a ride. But it was windy. And cold (ish). And that meant biking outside would be a lot of work. So not such a hot idea.
So then I thought of another idea. I could go in the basement and work on the erg (that's a rowing machine, for you lay persons). You may or may not know, but "erging" (that's "rowing") is one of the best workouts there is. It works every major muscle group at once. And again, that means its a lot of work. So that sounded like a bad idea too.
And then I remembered an almost idyllic scene from a few days before. He was floating, it seemed. Gliding down the street without any effort. He had his trusty K-9 trotting along beside him.
He was...rollerblading.
Suddenly, I was transported back to the year 1990. To the time I flipped through the JC Penny Catalogue and saw a pair of "Laser Line 50s." They were only 45.95.* And they were beautiful. Jet black. Your choice of hot pink or neon green trim and wheels.
They had to be mine. Soon, they were. (You can guess which color I chose.)
It wasn't long before I was blading around Sioux Center with my friends. Cruising around the mall. Jumping off of the Dordt Science Building Steps. Hopping over the benches of the SUB (may it rest in peace). Whipping down the hill behind the chapel. Zipping through the hallways of Sioux Center Christian before school. ** Playing roller hockey in empty parking lots. Getting in trouble with Jeremy K's mom for hitting her precious little boy with my hockey stick.
Ahhh, yes. Those were the good times.
So I decided to ride that wave of nastolgia all the way to "Sport's Authority" and find myself a new pair. Regrettably, they didn't have anything in cool neon colors. But, somewhat miraculously, they had something in my size. And on sale! It was a sign. I bought them, took them home, and laced up. And then, I put Daisy on her leash and we took off for Harvard Gulch Park.
Let me tell you, Rollerblades have come a long way in the last 15 years. The boots are more comfortable. The bearings are much smoother.
And with Daisy pulling like a Clydesdale, they roll a whole lot easier. In fact, with her doing most of the work, rollerblading just might qualify as the best workout ever.
*A bargain compared to Kelly C's new, top-of-the-line "Coolblades", for which he paid a cool $150.
**Clearly, this was before I became employed there as a janitor. Janitor me would've wailed on roller-blading me for such foolish behavior. Do you know what Rollerblade wheels do to waxed floors?!
Well, sort of training.
Monday afternoon I meant to go for a ride. But it was windy. And cold (ish). And that meant biking outside would be a lot of work. So not such a hot idea.
So then I thought of another idea. I could go in the basement and work on the erg (that's a rowing machine, for you lay persons). You may or may not know, but "erging" (that's "rowing") is one of the best workouts there is. It works every major muscle group at once. And again, that means its a lot of work. So that sounded like a bad idea too.
And then I remembered an almost idyllic scene from a few days before. He was floating, it seemed. Gliding down the street without any effort. He had his trusty K-9 trotting along beside him.
He was...rollerblading.
Suddenly, I was transported back to the year 1990. To the time I flipped through the JC Penny Catalogue and saw a pair of "Laser Line 50s." They were only 45.95.* And they were beautiful. Jet black. Your choice of hot pink or neon green trim and wheels.
They had to be mine. Soon, they were. (You can guess which color I chose.)
It wasn't long before I was blading around Sioux Center with my friends. Cruising around the mall. Jumping off of the Dordt Science Building Steps. Hopping over the benches of the SUB (may it rest in peace). Whipping down the hill behind the chapel. Zipping through the hallways of Sioux Center Christian before school. ** Playing roller hockey in empty parking lots. Getting in trouble with Jeremy K's mom for hitting her precious little boy with my hockey stick.
Ahhh, yes. Those were the good times.
So I decided to ride that wave of nastolgia all the way to "Sport's Authority" and find myself a new pair. Regrettably, they didn't have anything in cool neon colors. But, somewhat miraculously, they had something in my size. And on sale! It was a sign. I bought them, took them home, and laced up. And then, I put Daisy on her leash and we took off for Harvard Gulch Park.
Let me tell you, Rollerblades have come a long way in the last 15 years. The boots are more comfortable. The bearings are much smoother.
And with Daisy pulling like a Clydesdale, they roll a whole lot easier. In fact, with her doing most of the work, rollerblading just might qualify as the best workout ever.
*A bargain compared to Kelly C's new, top-of-the-line "Coolblades", for which he paid a cool $150.
**Clearly, this was before I became employed there as a janitor. Janitor me would've wailed on roller-blading me for such foolish behavior. Do you know what Rollerblade wheels do to waxed floors?!
Monday, March 26, 2007
MORE Vacation
That's right...more goofing off this weekend. Just think, I usually only work one hour a week , and this weekend I even got that off!
We had a good time showing Brian and Becky a bit of Colorado.
Supper at Thai Basil Thursday (mmmmm), breakfast at Duffy Roll on Friday, a bit of work for me and Jill, then off to the mountains!
A couple from church was kind enough to let us stay at their mountain home near Fairplay, Colorado. That's a pretty cool part of the state, if I don't say so myself. You come over Hoosier Pass and suddenly see a huge open plain--it looks like Narnia. Its a strange feeling, because if you look straight ahead (not very far), you'd think your in Nebraska, it's so flat. But if you look around, you realize you're at around 10,000 feet and there are some really big mountains around (You can see Pike's Peak from where we were staying).I confess, I can now see why "those mountain people" find a weekend get away so attractive. (By the way, anyone want to go in to buy a cabin with us? Or toss a hundred grand our way to get us started? I found a really nice little spot that might be relati
vely cheap. I can even send you a picture if you're interested in the investmnt opportunity). Jill and I (but perhaps especially Jill) really, really like to get out of the big, dirty city. I also love the chance to sit around and read in peace (Mary Doria Russel is a really good writer. I'm now 300 pages into A Thread of Grace, and still loving it--which says something since I'm usually sick of books by about page 200--and that's if its a good book), to play games (a lot of "Ticket to Ride"--Choo, choo!--this weekend), and, drink coffee (that mug made it taste even better), and generally do nothing. For me, the only thing that would have made the weekend more perfect would be if I had a bike a long. I would have loved to tackle the thousands of acres of National Forest in the Cabin's back yard. Maybe next time.
vely cheap. I can even send you a picture if you're interested in the investmnt opportunity). Jill and I (but perhaps especially Jill) really, really like to get out of the big, dirty city. I also love the chance to sit around and read in peace (Mary Doria Russel is a really good writer. I'm now 300 pages into A Thread of Grace, and still loving it--which says something since I'm usually sick of books by about page 200--and that's if its a good book), to play games (a lot of "Ticket to Ride"--Choo, choo!--this weekend), and, drink coffee (that mug made it taste even better), and generally do nothing. For me, the only thing that would have made the weekend more perfect would be if I had a bike a long. I would have loved to tackle the thousands of acres of National Forest in the Cabin's back yard. Maybe next time. We left Sunday afternoon after a short hike in the snow. Stopped at three sisters for another hike, then came home and picked up Daisy, who clearly missed us a great deal. Here are some pics:
Our Humble Home.
Sunrise out our Front windows Sunday Morning
Jill, not being annoying at all.
Brian, Ever Thoughtful.
Jill, Showing that Puzzle Who's Boss.
Hiking at Three Sisters (Ever Green)
Jill, Doing What Jill Does
Jill, Doing What Jill Does
Becky Playing Hard to Get
Friday, March 23, 2007
Another Blog
I guess I'm hooked. I've decided to attempt to start another blog. This one will deal more directly with First Church and my role there. To find it, click on my "My More Pious Ponderings" link.
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