Snow day

Today, Carrie and I have done absolutely NOTHING. I’ve sat on the couch and watched Lord of the Rings, played with my photoshop and cat napped. Carrie went out and played with Maverick but I couldn’t bear it. I couched the day. I love days like these but I don’t like em all the time.

I couldn’t help also to think about the homeless out there that are too honory to go to the mission and those that might have no electricity today. I prayed for them. Pretty shallow of an action toward those that God has called us to love. But I am convicted by those as I sit in the warmth of my house and play on the internet even while in the back of my mind those in Haiti have absolutely NOTHING.

On the subject of my diet, I am wrapping up week two and begin week three on Monday (this is Saturday). I have up to this point consumed well more than my fair share of water and vegetables. I probably have consumed more water and veggies in the last two weeks than I have in the last ten years. Anyway, the good thing is I have dropped four pounds. By this rate, I will have met my ideal weight in ten weeks. So… eight more to go. Bring on the health.

I’m still FAT!!!!

Well, sorta. I’m just a little over weight still. I think anyway. I’m not allowed to weigh myself for two weeks. And this is day 2. Today, I had Special K again with a bagel, and for morning snack, I had a granola bar and a banana.  After that I stopped into Mayfield Kentucky to take my certification test so that I can do pest control in Kentucky. I don’t know if I passed or not because Kentucky is so lame (the state, not some very nice, polite, generous, back hill rednecks named Johnny that still hails the General Lee and the Dukes of Hazzard as president and cabinet) that I have to wait a week to see if I passed or not.

I just realized if I write lamo, it would mean pathetically lacking in force or effectiveness. But if I wrote LAMO, it would mean Laughing My @$$ off. Aren’t they one in the same. But I digress.

So after the test, which I’m pretty sure I made a D+ on… maybe a C-. Either case I think I passed it. Anyway, after the test, Fred, the guy I was riding with, decided to torture me and stop in at Burger King, my favoritist restaurant of all fast foods, for a burger. I on the other hand had a lovely bowl of vegetable soup and a grilled chicken sandwich that I prepared myself. I was strong not to give in to my desires to have a smoking grilled  Double Whopper with medium fries and a tall Dr. Pepper to boot. I minded myself and I was good.

After a late afternoon with some almonds, I had a good workout to a dvd (how gay?) but it wears me out so… I am about to fix myself a lovely dinner of salmon, a small potato and a 1/2 cup of carrots. Mmm mmm. Then I’m off to get a tattoo. What a lovely day to have miserable headache. Tootles!

I’m FAT!!!!!

So I’m not fat. Well… my Nintendo Wii fit would beg to differ. It says I’m obese. But it’s not really all that bad. However, I decided thanks to a lone circumstance that I needed to try to fit into the pants I own rather than having to buy new ones. If I’d just loose a few, then I’d be ok. So I am on it.

My wife and I decided to go to Old Chicago one night and I had to unbutton my pants so I could eat. This seemed to be an eye opener for me so here I am, eating a low calorie diet and doing some cardio to try and burn off some of the extrie fat tissue that seems to have set up camp around my waist. Some have told me I have nice timing trying to loose weight while my wife is pregnant. I’m assuming by their reports is that guys usually put on weight along with their pregnant wife, but I really don’t know why. I’m gonna try not to.

Today, I started and had me a cup of Special K and some milk, turkey bacon and an apple for breakfast. For lunch, I had a turkey sandwhich, and a couple of tweenie snacks being a banana and a bagel with some jelly. Tonight for supper I had wild rice, 1/2 cup of grilled chicken and some green beans.

It really wasn’t bad. But my body is used to eating about two BIG meals a day. Now I’m eating about 6 small meals. So it’s a transition. I just ate an hour ago and I’m already hungry. It’s gonna be tough, but I wanna feel good again, so here we go.

You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on you know
Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who’s fat

Friends Are Friends Forever

And friends are friends forever
If the Lord’s the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
‘Cause the welcome will not end
Though it’s hard to let you go
In the Father’s hands we know
That a lifetime’s not too long
To live as friends

Michael W. Smith

Yesterday, we buried my wife’s Grandfather. It was very hard to bury someone who meant so much. He lived to be 95 and was married to his wife for 73 years. WOW!!!!!

So while we were at the funeral I was thinking like I always do who all have I made an impact on and who would be at my funeral. No, this is no cheap way to get comments from everyone of my friends to make me feel better. However, if you would like to leave a comment encouraging me, I’ll take it all day long.   :)

I had a few friends show up who know me but do not know my wife’s grandfather and that said alot to Carrie and I about what kind of friends we have. I am truly thankful. I only hope that I am that type of friend and that I have shown it.

One thing I have always preached on was that the foundation of the Christian faith is about relationships. I know I get it honestly from my parents that when work is over, I come home and settle in for the night. Of course if called upon, I would make an effort to do something for someone but to just get out and mingle with no purpose other than to invest into the relationships with my friends is rather effort(ful) and an effort in which I have not been very excited in making.

I hope to change that in 2010. I’m not saying I will. I am saying that I hope to. Forgive me if I have been standoffish. I tend to get lazy. But to all of you have put up with me and have made an effort in investing into our relationship, thank you! Here’s to you!

(These are just a few in the many)

Of course the most important FRIEND that I have…

To Live is Christ, To Die is Gain

I don’t like funerals. Not that I don’t like celebrating the life of a loved one that may have made a huge impact in my life. I just don’t like the idea of viewing a dead body lying in a casket. I always tend to stare at the fingers and 99% of the time, they move. I’m serious. It’s freaky. Of course I have watched way more than a fair share of horror movies in my life.

I don’t like the pleasantries from long-lost relatives you haven’t seen in years talking about how big (fat in nicer terms) you’ve gotten or how good the “dead” body looks so natural. I’m not a big fan of everyone being in such a poor mood. Kinda brings me down. Of course it is a funeral.

I’ve always talked to my wife about my funeral (A.K.A.-PARTY). I think a funeral should be a celebration. Especially for those that are children of God. There’s nothing to be sad about except they are not with you anymore. But to be absent in body is to be present with the Lord. I’m all about shaking my booty for that.

I’ve also told Carrie that I really want to either preach my own funeral or at least sing at it. I know. Morbid right? But oh the miracles of video these days.  I once read a book where the father died and in his last will, he demanded that the funeral was short and sweet with just the immediate family and then the next weekend, that the whole town was to have a celebration in the town park. Now, that’s what I’m talking about. Because Lord knows, I’m gonna be partying in Heaven, why not you as well.

I’m usually not very moved by death unless it was someone close to me or I’m with someone who was very close to the deceased. To me, death is a natural process in the order of life. It happens. Every one will die sometime, so I tend to not get carried away by it. Just yesterday, I was thinking about the circle of life. Carrie is pregnant and her Grandfather just passed away. As one moves on, another comes into the world. And every day, this happens all across the world. As someone passes, another comes in. I think even Solomon talked about this in Ecclesiastes.

I’ve had folks tell me I’m cold-hearted. I’m not. I just understand the process of life. Death happens. Life happens. We move on and others move into our place. Nothing is new under the sun.

Hello Tom Tuttle

Today I had the rare opportunity to stand before a judge in a Civil Court room and take it like a man that I was caught speeding. As I stood there, I kept staring in unbelief at the cop who pulled me over because he reminded me so much of Dennis Valkenheiser in Nothing But Trouble.

Here we are in the small little town of Pleasant View and this guy is standing there with a bullet proof vest on with everything under the sun attached to it including but not limited to; two phones, handcuffs, flash light, and three other things in compartments I couldn’t make out. He has his gun hooked to his belt but hangs down far enough that he has two belts with quick fasten clips around his leg to keep it sturdy. On the back is a big florescent sign reading POLICE. And to top it off, a flat top hair cut.

I look around at the other three police and they look like they just stepped off the set of the Andy Griffith Show. Who is this guy trying to kid, or intimidate for that matter. I was appalled that this guy takes his authority to extreme. While paying for my ticket, the clerk told me that he once pulled over a lady who was headed to the hospital because of a organ run. She needed to get it to another hospital. AND HE TICKETED HER! This guy has no mercy when it comes to the law. He reminds me of another John Candy character. “Hi, I’m Tom Tuttle from Tacoma Washington!”

Do you know a Tom Tuttle?

Sacrifice of Praise

Tonight, I had the great privilege to lead worship at Awaken Church.  When I had sound check, everything sounded just fine. Then it happened. When it was time to begin,everything was fine till we got into the middle of the first song and my guitar started to give out. As I would strum, I would reach back and fiddle with the chord to try to get it to play again. Throughout the first song it kept going in and out, so I turned the volume off (thankful the place is small enough to continue hearing the acoustic guitar) and continued. I tried to get it back in the second song but it just wasn’t having it so I finished the third son with no volume. Just straight acoustic guitar.

I returned after the message to play a couple of more songs for the communion. I replaced my chord before beginning. The first song, Above All, and everything seemed fine till I went into the second song, Agnus Dei, and the microphone started dying. I came close to just stopping everything, unplugging everything, popping a stool right in the middle, circle up and just worship without all the fancy P.A. stuff and overhead screens and such.

You gotta love it when electronics go out and the mics don’t work and nothing seems to go “right”. What exactly constitutes “right” in worship anyhow? Many churches worship musically with JUST their lips (Hebrews 13:15).

I like what David had to say… TWICE! “You do NOT desire an animal sacrifice but a HEART sacrifice! Psalm 40:6, Psalm 51:16. If I was to re-write that to today’s worship leaders standards, it might go something like this:

16 You do not delight in sacrifice of playing music, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in great P.A. systems and Taylor guitars.

17 The sacrifices of God are  a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.

God desires the sacrifice of our hearts. It doesn’t matter to him if the P.A. goes out or batteries stop working or strings break or anything like that. He cares about where your heart is at PERIOD! So if I there is anymore that is said, I would say that God doesn’t care about a list of things: where you meet, what clothes you wear, how you style your hair, what, if any, music you play or style for that matter, how much money your church has, how great of a speaker you are, how great of a singer you are. Oh man, I could keep going.

Bottom line: God cares about where your heart is at. Where is your heart. For where it is, that’s also where your treasure is. Hmmm. I think that’s a scripture about that somewhere!

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