From The Federalist...
"It makes its own statement about Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins that even they won't marry each other." --Norman Liebmann
5/22/2003
5/21/2003
This will only take a moment
Yesterday in my quiet time, I read convicting words that basically said...
This statement is perpetually, continually, eternally true. Every moment, every trial, every challenge, every failure, every success, every temptation, every prayer, every breath I've ever taken, was ordained and given so that I may glorify God.....right now. And right now. And right now. Forever. For eternity.
Rick Warren said that God created an ant to be an ant and me to be me. The ant never seems to suffer the stress and anxiety of what it means to live in the fullness of its ant-ity (as compared to humanity). But it seems like the human existence is one of turmoil and travail in living in the fullness of humanity. We -- Christians -- long delight in theological platitudes that we are fully accepted in Chrsit, fully able to do all things through Him who gives us strength. Yet, it is we -- Christians! -- who match or outpace the world in divorce, infidelity, addiction, and/or social dysfunction. It is not because our God has ill-equipped us for the challenges of this world. It is because we have not embraced the faith to overcome the challenges of this world with the devices given to us freely and abundantly by God to do so. And when we recognize our failure, rather than embracing the grace of God to repent and be restored, we enter into that spiraling self-flaggelation known as guilt and shame.
So -- to come full circle -- how do I live for the moment, with an eye on eternity (because really, that's the only way to TRULY live for the moment -- if you terminally live for the moment [without an eye on eternity, that is] you'll be given to carnal passions and delusions)? My mind has to be renewed. Your thinking must be re-wired, so to speak. Every thought. Every motive. Every goal. Every dream. Every desire. Has to be re-organized to believer that THIS MOMENT has been ordained to glorify Jesus, the Christ. For some of you, it'll mean closing that *window* that has the p0r N on it, and never going back. Moment by moment by moment. For some of you, it'll mean cease going through the motions on Sundays and truly start worshipping. Sunday by Sunday by Sunday. Moment by moment by moment. For some of you, it'll mean talking more openly about your faith -- come out of the proverbial closet, for goodness sake. Moment by moment by moment.
The other day, I caught What about Bob on TV. One of the greatest quotes is said on there by Bob, Bill Murray. He said:
I can identify with that. Can't you? If you can't, you're lying. To me, or your computer screen, or to whomever you think you're communing right now. But you're -- most importantly -- lying to God. He knows you better than you know yourself. If you think you are without problems, that's your first problem. But the only way you can live for the moment is to confess your need to rely on God moment by moment by moment.
Newsflash: God didn't say, "God helps those who help themselves". Benjamin Franklin did. He's not God. So quit buying that lie.
If you want to live for the moment, the only way to do it is to live in Christ. Moment by moment by moment.
Paul (the apostle, not the Beatle) had it right when he said, "For me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain." He couldn't even separate moment-by moment living apart from living by faith in Jesus. The only thing living each moment of his life by his faith in Jesus was to be dead, where he'd no longer have a need for faith, and eternally live in the full presence of the Christ.
Dr. Leo -- back to What about Bob -- had the answer. He prescribed his book Baby Steps to Bob. Bob had a breakthrough when he realized life was a series of "baby steps." He didn't have to agonize walking across town when he determined that he just needed to take baby steps to the door. Baby steps to the stairs. Baby steps to the curb. And so on. Really, God does the same thing with us. Except His book is "The Word," and it was written in blood and its Truths are eternal. Only God knows the end from the beginning. Only God knows every potential of every potential. Only God knows. You're not God. You don't know. Even if you're *really* smart. So quit trying to be God. He'll show you what you need to know to succeed at this moment. He'll reveal everything necessary so you will glorify Him with this moment. And He'll do it in such a way that all your life's moments will be strung
together to make a beautiful adornment glorifying the God who created you.
So start living for the moment.
Why fear the perfect will of God? He has ordained my life so that I am equipped and prepared to glorify Him at this exact time, in this exact circumstance.
This statement is perpetually, continually, eternally true. Every moment, every trial, every challenge, every failure, every success, every temptation, every prayer, every breath I've ever taken, was ordained and given so that I may glorify God.....right now. And right now. And right now. Forever. For eternity.
Rick Warren said that God created an ant to be an ant and me to be me. The ant never seems to suffer the stress and anxiety of what it means to live in the fullness of its ant-ity (as compared to humanity). But it seems like the human existence is one of turmoil and travail in living in the fullness of humanity. We -- Christians -- long delight in theological platitudes that we are fully accepted in Chrsit, fully able to do all things through Him who gives us strength. Yet, it is we -- Christians! -- who match or outpace the world in divorce, infidelity, addiction, and/or social dysfunction. It is not because our God has ill-equipped us for the challenges of this world. It is because we have not embraced the faith to overcome the challenges of this world with the devices given to us freely and abundantly by God to do so. And when we recognize our failure, rather than embracing the grace of God to repent and be restored, we enter into that spiraling self-flaggelation known as guilt and shame.
So -- to come full circle -- how do I live for the moment, with an eye on eternity (because really, that's the only way to TRULY live for the moment -- if you terminally live for the moment [without an eye on eternity, that is] you'll be given to carnal passions and delusions)? My mind has to be renewed. Your thinking must be re-wired, so to speak. Every thought. Every motive. Every goal. Every dream. Every desire. Has to be re-organized to believer that THIS MOMENT has been ordained to glorify Jesus, the Christ. For some of you, it'll mean closing that *window* that has the p0r N on it, and never going back. Moment by moment by moment. For some of you, it'll mean cease going through the motions on Sundays and truly start worshipping. Sunday by Sunday by Sunday. Moment by moment by moment. For some of you, it'll mean talking more openly about your faith -- come out of the proverbial closet, for goodness sake. Moment by moment by moment.
The other day, I caught What about Bob on TV. One of the greatest quotes is said on there by Bob, Bill Murray. He said:
I'm not going to lie to you, I got problems.
I can identify with that. Can't you? If you can't, you're lying. To me, or your computer screen, or to whomever you think you're communing right now. But you're -- most importantly -- lying to God. He knows you better than you know yourself. If you think you are without problems, that's your first problem. But the only way you can live for the moment is to confess your need to rely on God moment by moment by moment.
Newsflash: God didn't say, "God helps those who help themselves". Benjamin Franklin did. He's not God. So quit buying that lie.
If you want to live for the moment, the only way to do it is to live in Christ. Moment by moment by moment.
Paul (the apostle, not the Beatle) had it right when he said, "For me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain." He couldn't even separate moment-by moment living apart from living by faith in Jesus. The only thing living each moment of his life by his faith in Jesus was to be dead, where he'd no longer have a need for faith, and eternally live in the full presence of the Christ.
Dr. Leo -- back to What about Bob -- had the answer. He prescribed his book Baby Steps to Bob. Bob had a breakthrough when he realized life was a series of "baby steps." He didn't have to agonize walking across town when he determined that he just needed to take baby steps to the door. Baby steps to the stairs. Baby steps to the curb. And so on. Really, God does the same thing with us. Except His book is "The Word," and it was written in blood and its Truths are eternal. Only God knows the end from the beginning. Only God knows every potential of every potential. Only God knows. You're not God. You don't know. Even if you're *really* smart. So quit trying to be God. He'll show you what you need to know to succeed at this moment. He'll reveal everything necessary so you will glorify Him with this moment. And He'll do it in such a way that all your life's moments will be strung
together to make a beautiful adornment glorifying the God who created you.
So start living for the moment.
KLM #30
March 19, 2003
Wen Jesus was boren in a
little barn a gerate big Shining
star sind upon the little barn.
Jesus is the moste seshel
persien in the wereld becus
we love him becus he fers
loved us. Mery and Josuf
had to travel to bethahem.
Now Jesus is in heven.
When Jesus was born in a
little barn, a great big shining
star shined upon the little barn.
Jesus is the most special
person in the world because
we love Him because He first
loved us. Mary and Joseph
had to travel to Bethlehem.
Now Jesus is in heaven.
Wen Jesus was boren in a
little barn a gerate big Shining
star sind upon the little barn.
Jesus is the moste seshel
pers
we love him becus he fers
loved us. Mery and Josuf
had to travel to bethahem.
Now Jesus is in heven.
When Jesus was born in a
little barn, a great big shining
star shined upon the little barn.
Jesus is the most special
person in the world because
we love Him because He first
loved us. Mary and Joseph
had to travel to Bethlehem.
Now Jesus is in heaven.
KLM #29
March 18, 2003
Once upon a time in the
forist in the trees there levd
a Mother eating lesderd.
The Mather was a bedrd.
One day the Mather berd and
her baby berd wet out to
eat. Thy foud a lesderd a spesh-
el lesderd too. The lesderd ran
away becus he was afurad
of berds. And they levd happule
ever after.
Once upon a time in the
forest in the trees thre lived
a mother eating lizard.
The mother was a bird
One day the mother bird and
her baby bird went out to
eat. They found a lizard; a spec-
ial lizard, too. The lizard ran
away because he was afraid
of birds. And they lived happily
ever after.
Once upon a time in the
forist in the trees there levd
a Mother eating lesderd.
The Mather was a be
One day the Mather berd and
her baby berd wet out to
eat. Thy foud a lesderd a spesh-
el lesderd too. The lesderd ran
away becus he was afurad
of berds. And they levd happule
ever after.
Once upon a time in the
forest in the trees thre lived
a mother eating lizard.
The mother was a bird
One day the mother bird and
her baby bird went out to
eat. They found a lizard; a spec-
ial lizard, too. The lizard ran
away because he was afraid
of birds. And they lived happily
ever after.
KLM #28
March 12, 2003
My scoool is cool becuss I
have lost of freeiends. They are
veree nice to me. My scool
culers are blue and yellow. There
is a big egelis in the scool.
The egel is a big pesher.
I like my scool.
My school is cool because I
have lots of friends. They are
very nice to me. My school
colors are blue and yellow. There
is a big eagle in the school.
The eagle is a big picture.
I like my school.
My scoool is cool becuss I
have lost of fre
veree nice to me. My scool
culers are blue and yellow. There
is a big egel
The egel is a big pesher.
I like my scool.
My school is cool because I
have lots of friends. They are
very nice to me. My school
colors are blue and yellow. There
is a big eagle in the school.
The eagle is a big picture.
I like my school.
KLM #27
March 11, 2003
Last nint I had sam freds
com over to my hous. Gayle
hlpt me with my kit. Today
I brot my kit for shoentel.
My kit had pekshers on it.
I hope that kit can fli.
Last night, I had some friends
come over to my house. Gayle
helped me with my kite. Today
I brought my kit for show-and-tell.
My kite had pictures on it.
I hope that kite can fly.
Last nint I had sam freds
com over to my hous. Gayle
hlpt me with my kit. Today
I brot my kit for shoentel.
My kit had pekshers on it.
I hope that kit can fli.
Last night, I had some friends
come over to my house. Gayle
helped me with my kite. Today
I brought my kit for show-and-tell.
My kite had pictures on it.
I hope that kite can fly.
KLM #26
March 10, 2003
It waws butafall. In the worm
pritey cool June. Me and Hayley
were owt flieing kist. We were
wering hot clos. The brees waws
butafall. We had fun
It was beautiful in the warm,
pretty, cool June. Hayley and I
were out flying kites. We were
wearing hot clothes. The breeze was
beautiful. We had fun.
It wa
pritey cool June. Me and Hayley
were owt flieing kist. We were
wering hot clos. The brees wa
butafall. We had fun
It was beautiful in the warm,
pretty, cool June. Hayley and I
were out flying kites. We were
wearing hot clothes. The breeze was
beautiful. We had fun.
KLM #25
March 6, 2003
It was December. I was going
out to the gardin to pik sum
flouers for my Mommy becas
she is sik. I pit rois for her.
It was snowing. Win I gav
her teh flouers she felt
beter.
It was December. I was going
out to the garden to pick some
flowers for my mommy because
she is sick. I picked roses for her.
It was snowing. When I gave
her the flowers, she felt better.
It was December. I was going
out to the gardin to pik sum
flouers for my Mommy becas
she is sik. I pit rois for her.
It was snowing. Win I gav
her teh flouers she felt
beter.
It was December. I was going
out to the garden to pick some
flowers for my mommy because
she is sick. I picked roses for her.
It was snowing. When I gave
her the flowers, she felt better.
KLM #24
March 5, 2003
It waws april, me and Macy were
eksplering in the gajel. We saw
an elefunt. We were skerd.
We ran. I went to my friends
hous and my hous. We told our
mommys.
It was April. Macy and I were
exploring in the jungle. We saw
an elephant. We were scared.
We ran. I went to my friend's
house and my house. We told our
mommies.
It waws april, me and Macy were
eksplering in the gajel. We saw
an elefunt. We were skerd.
We ran. I went to my friends
hous and my hous. We told our
mommys.
It was April. Macy and I were
exploring in the jungle. We saw
an elephant. We were scared.
We ran. I went to my friend's
house and my house. We told our
mommies.
KLM #23
March 4, 2003
Shelby and me wint on a cat
rolercoster. We werer at the
carnuvel with Sum of aor
friends. There was a later
on the rolercoster. I will go
to the carnuvel agen.
Shelby and I went on a cat
rollercoaster. We were at the
carnival with some of our
friends. There was a ladder
on the rollercoaster. I will go
to the carnival again.
Shelby and me wint on a cat
rolercoster. We werer at the
carnuvel with Sum of aor
friends. There was a later
on the rolercoster. I will go
to the carnuvel agen.
Shelby and I went on a cat
rollercoaster. We were at the
carnival with some of our
friends. There was a ladder
on the rollercoaster. I will go
to the carnival again.
KLM #22
February 27, 2003
Saturday I wentI over to a
game plas. I playd ar Hackey
with my brother. I wan. It was
fun and ti was cool. I hope we
can go ther agen.
Saturday, I went over to a
game place. I played air hockey
with my brother. I won. It was
fun and it was cool. I hope we
can go there again.
Saturday I went
game plas. I playd ar Hackey
with my brother. I wan. It was
fun and ti was cool. I hope we
can go ther agen.
Saturday, I went over to a
game place. I played air hockey
with my brother. I won. It was
fun and it was cool. I hope we
can go there again.
KLM #21
February 25, 2003
The other day I saw
pepel with no legs playing
voleball. I was serpris. I was
fun and It was cool.
The other day I saw
people with no legs playing
volleyball. I was surprised. It was
fun and it was cool.
The other day I saw
pepel with no legs playing
voleball. I was serpris. I was
fun and It was cool.
The other day I saw
people with no legs playing
volleyball. I was surprised. It was
fun and it was cool.
KLM #20
February 24, 2003
Saturday I wetn and saw jemastiks.
Thy were fliping over the bar.
Thy were boys.It was fun It was fun.
Saturday, I went and saw gymnastics.
They were flipping over the bar.
They were boys. It was fun.
Saturday I wetn and saw jemastiks.
Thy were fliping over the bar.
Thy were boys.
Saturday, I went and saw gymnastics.
They were flipping over the bar.
They were boys. It was fun.
stat o' the day
not to be the bluebird of happiness, but this data was reported from Larry Burkett, Financial Counselor, via Baptist Press:
have a good day...and gentlemen, don't forget to look both ways before crossing the street.
The average age a woman is widowed is 52, and approximately 80 percent of all married women will be widowed at least once in their lifetimes.
have a good day...and gentlemen, don't forget to look both ways before crossing the street.
5/20/2003
KLM #19
January 30, 2003
2 nits ago I wocht a
basket ball game. Grls wer playing.
We wer rooding for the hackees.
and we had fun.
Two nights ago I watched a
basketball game. Girls were playing.
We were rooting for the Huskies.
And we had fun.
2 nits ago I wocht a
basket ball game. Grls wer playing.
We wer rooding for the hackees.
and we had fun.
Two nights ago I watched a
basketball game. Girls were playing.
We were rooting for the Huskies.
And we had fun.
KLM #18
January 29, 2003
Yeser day MyM Mommy was
fiinge to Nashvel. I am mesing her.
She willM hav fun. Peepl will
tell her wht to rite and she
will rite it. I hop she has
fun.
Yesterday, my mommy was
flying to Nashville. I am missing her.
She will have fun. People will
tell her what to write and she
will write it. I hope she will have
fun.
Yeser day My
fiinge to Nashvel. I am mesing her.
She will
tell her wht to rite and she
will rite it. I hop she has
fun.
Yesterday, my mommy was
flying to Nashville. I am missing her.
She will have fun. People will
tell her what to write and she
will write it. I hope she will have
fun.
KLM #17
January 28, 2003
Once there was a
trex wech was a baby.
He was lost and afade.
He Weshd he wud be home.
In he foud his family.
Once there was a
T Rex which was a baby.
He was lost and afraid.
He wished we would be home,
and he found his family.
Once there was a
trex wech was a baby.
He was lost and afade.
He Weshd he wud be home.
In he foud his family.
Once there was a
T Rex which was a baby.
He was lost and afraid.
He wished we would be home,
and he found his family.
KLM #16
January 21, 2003
I like sprege
flouers gro on the
thee. Its byootyful.
I like the flouers.
It will be fun.
I like spring.
flowers grow on the
tree. It's beautiful.
I like teh flowers.
It will be fun.
I like sprege
flouers gro on the
thee. Its byootyful.
I like the flouers.
It will be fun.
I like spring.
flowers grow on the
tree. It's beautiful.
I like teh flowers.
It will be fun.
loving thy neighbor in 2004
Dave Horowitz from Front Page Magazine writes an editorial on the recent attempts by social conservatives to bully the President into not meeting with homosexual advocacy groups, lest he lose the RRTM bloc vote in the upcoming election.
isn't this is a 'cutting off our nose to spite our face' situation?
isn't this is a 'cutting off our nose to spite our face' situation?
KLM #15
January 16, 2003
In thee months wich will
be May. May 5. I cat wat until
My brthday. I will be 6. And
I will have a good brthday.
In three months, which will
be May. May 5. I can't wait until
my birthday. I will be 6. And
I will have a good birthday.
In thee months wich will
be May. May 5. I cat wat until
My brthday. I will be 6. And
I will have a good brthday.
In three months, which will
be May. May 5. I can't wait until
my birthday. I will be 6. And
I will have a good birthday.
KLM #14
January 13, 2003
Last week ar gmom had a brthday. We had cac weth
flouers on it. The flouers
werbloublue. It was a fun.
Last week our G'Mom had a birthday. We had cake with
flowers on it. The flowers
were blue. It was fun.
Last week ar gmom had a brthday. We had cac weth
flouers on it. The flouers
wer
Last week our G'Mom had a birthday. We had cake with
flowers on it. The flowers
were blue. It was fun.
KLM #13
January 6, 2003
For Christmas oen of the thags I got for Christ
is a little raber grle. She had a hager,
a butafull Dres, a shert and a scrt wethe
snow flacs all over it.
For Christmas one of the things I got for Christmas
is a little rubber girl. She had a hanger,
a beautiful dress, a shirt, and a skirt with
snow flakes all over it.
For Christmas oen of the thags I got for Christ
is a little raber grle. She had a hager,
a butafull Dres, a shert and a scrt wethe
snow flacs all over it.
For Christmas one of the things I got for Christmas
is a little rubber girl. She had a hanger,
a beautiful dress, a shirt, and a skirt with
snow flakes all over it.
a sad day
I'm disappointed to hear that Ari Fleischer is stepping down from his post as Press Secretary. While not the world's greatest, I thought he did a good job of dispensing information while diplomatically keeping the leftist media at bay. I hope he fares well in his next adventure.
my three sons
another c&p funny from mikey's funnies:
Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother.
The first said, "I built a big house for our mother."
The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."
The third smiled and said, "I've got you both beat. You remember how mom enjoyed reading the Bible? And you know she can't see very well. So I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the entire Bible. It took elders in the church 12 years to teach him. He's one of a kind. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot recites it."
Soon thereafter, mom sent out her letters of thanks:
"Milton," she wrote one son, "The house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house."
"Gerald," she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel. I stay most of the time at home, so I rarely use the Mercedes. And the driver is so rude!"
"Dearest Donald," she wrote to her third son, "You have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious."
5/19/2003
KLM #12
December 18, 2002
Once upon a time Jesus diide
on the kros for are sins. I love
jesus becas he loves us and he is
uliv now so we can go to hevne.
Once upon a time Jesus died
on the cross for our sins. I love
Jesus because He loves us and He is
alive now so we can go to heaven.
Once upon a time Jesus diide
on the kros for are sins. I love
jesus becas he loves us and he is
uliv now so we can go to hevne.
Once upon a time Jesus died
on the cross for our sins. I love
Jesus because He loves us and He is
alive now so we can go to heaven.
KLM #11
December 17, 2002
Me and my family are
going to dever for Christmas.
We are going to see g mom
and g dad. We are going to hav fun.
Me and my family are
going to Denver for Christmas
We are going to see G'Mom
and G'Dad. We are going to have fun.
Me and my family are
going to dever for Christmas.
We are going to see g mom
and g dad. We are going to hav fun.
Me and my family are
going to Denver for Christmas
We are going to see G'Mom
and G'Dad. We are going to have fun.
KLM #10
December 16, 2002
The there friends Macy,
Hayley and Gayle. Thae wre
playing hidingo seek. Macy was the
coatre. Hayley and Gayle wre hiding.
Macy coutid two ten. Tae wre having fun.
There were friends Macy,
Hayley, and Gayle. They were
playing hide-and-go-seek. Macy was the
counter. Hayley and Gayle were hiding.
Macy counted to ten. They were having fun.
The there friends Macy,
Hayley and Gayle. Thae wre
playing hidingo seek. Macy was the
coatre. Hayley and Gayle wre hiding.
Macy coutid two ten. Tae wre having fun.
There were friends Macy,
Hayley, and Gayle. They were
playing hide-and-go-seek. Macy was the
counter. Hayley and Gayle were hiding.
Macy counted to ten. They were having fun.
KLM #9
a log log tim ago
there was a little dansr.
it levd in a volckana
a long, long time ago
there was a little dinosaur
it lived in a volcano.
there was a little dansr.
it levd in a volckana
a long, long time ago
there was a little dinosaur
it lived in a volcano.
KLM #8
December 10, 2002
Wosapatim there waz
a littl crab. it was snoing
the wutr waz frizing
and the littl cab livd
hayyleavr aftr.
Once upon a time there was
a little crab. It was snowing.
The water was freezing.
and the little crab lived
happily ever after.
Wosapatim there waz
a littl crab. it was snoing
the wutr waz frizing
and the littl cab livd
hayyleavr aftr.
Once upon a time there was
a little crab. It was snowing.
The water was freezing.
and the little crab lived
happily ever after.
KLM #7
December 4, 2002
It is my brthday. Imm having
fun my frezs ar her imm
having cac and it is fun
It is my birthday. I am having
fun. My friends are here. I am
having cake and it is fun.
It is my brthday. Imm having
fun my frezs ar her imm
having cac and it is fun
It is my birthday. I am having
fun. My friends are here. I am
having cake and it is fun.
KLM #6
December 3, 2002
I likeCresmus Christmas
At Cresmus there is
CresmusChres trees decorations
I likk Cresmus
and ribon and lits andca
presents and good candy.
I like Christmas
At Christmas there is
Christmas tree decorations
and ribbon, and lights, and
presents and good candy.
I like
At Cresmus there is
Cresmus
and ribon and lits and
presents and good candy.
I like Christmas
At Christmas there is
Christmas tree decorations
and ribbon, and lights, and
presents and good candy.
KLM #5
November 25, 2002
I likk sweming pols
in the sweming pols
there is wotr
it is fun
I like swimming pools
in the swimming pools
there is water
it is fun
I likk sweming pols
in the sweming pols
there is wotr
it is fun
I like swimming pools
in the swimming pools
there is water
it is fun
KLM #4
November 20, 2002
thes aor my fns
thes is Nikki
and thes is Rachl
and thes is April
and thes is Aimee
and thes is Shelby
and thes is Kaylyn
and thes is Shyanne
and thes is Erika
and thes is Billie
These are my friends
this is Nikki
and this is Rachel
and this is April
and this is Emiley
and this is Aimee
and this is Shelby
and this is Kaylyn
and this is Shyanne
and this is Erika
and this is Billie
thes aor my fns
thes is Nikki
and thes is Rachl
and thes is April
and thes is Aimee
and thes is Shelby
and thes is Kaylyn
and thes is Shyanne
and thes is Erika
and thes is Billie
These are my friends
this is Nikki
and this is Rachel
and this is April
and this is Emiley
and this is Aimee
and this is Shelby
and this is Kaylyn
and this is Shyanne
and this is Erika
and this is Billie
KLM #3
November 18, 2002
The scool playgrad has
sids, borz,
Tetr totrs and
segs.
its fon.
The school playground has
slides, bars
teetertotters and
swings
its fun.
The scool playgrad has
sids, borz,
Tetr totrs and
segs.
its fon.
The school playground has
slides, bars
teetertotters and
swings
its fun.
KLM #2
November 12, 2002
I liik Ranbo
I liik Ran
I liik Clozs
I like rainbows
I like rain
I like couds
I liik Ranbo
I liik Ran
I liik Clozs
I like rainbows
I like rain
I like couds
a new Kaylynism
In creating her latest KLM (which you won't see for a while since I'm just starting this), she was completing her illustrations to accompany the work. She and her mother had the following conversation.
Kaylyn: Uh Oh.
Kelli: what's wrong?
Kaylyn: I can't use these Crayons.
Kelli: why not?
Kaylyn: Well, on the box, it says for children ages 3-5. I'm six.
Kelli: I think it'll be okay.
Kaylyn: are you sure?
Kelli: I'm sure.
Kaylyn: Uh Oh.
Kelli: what's wrong?
Kaylyn: I can't use these Crayons.
Kelli: why not?
Kaylyn: Well, on the box, it says for children ages 3-5. I'm six.
Kelli: I think it'll be okay.
Kaylyn: are you sure?
Kelli: I'm sure.
KLM #1
October 24, 2002
I likk insacs
Budrfals lade Bugs Wrms
I likk Plas Rozis flors
I likk crafts pecshrs
I like insects
Butterflies, ladybugs, worms
I like plants roses flowers
I like crafts pictures
I likk insacs
Budrfals lade Bugs Wrms
I likk Plas Rozis flors
I likk crafts pecshrs
I like insects
Butterflies, ladybugs, worms
I like plants roses flowers
I like crafts pictures
a new feature
to appease those who want to know/hear more of Kaylyn, I will be reprinting the stories she has written over the course of her school year. Remember, she's in kindergarten. I'll first write them as she did, and then I'll offer a translation. These submissions will henceforth be identified as KLM (Kaylyn's Literary Masterpiece) #X. In a sense, this will be her blog, until she learns how to keyboard (which she is practicing, by the way, thanks to her Barbie B-BookTM laptop which she got for her 6th birthday.
Hi, my name is
Bryan. It's nice to meet you. I haven't blogged for a few days, been spending time with the family, and then (today, at least) working. But, I've got a little time, so watch out.
5/16/2003
a good read
France vs. Colorado, from National Review Online.
Again, this is why I'm proud Bill Owens is my governor, and why I predict he will one day fill a higher office.
Again, this is why I'm proud Bill Owens is my governor, and why I predict he will one day fill a higher office.
christ complex?
from wsj best of the web... found at the washington post.
Geraldo Rivera is about to have a real, authentic Jewish marriage. He explained his reasoning behind his fourth attempt at marital bliss, by saying:
No doubt, rabbis worldwide are appreciative of his newfound sincerity for "this whole Judaism thing."
Even more impressively, Gerry summarized his motive by stating,
someone may be taking himself justalittlebit too seriously.
maybe he should bleach his hair. That'll give him some perspective.
Geraldo Rivera is about to have a real, authentic Jewish marriage. He explained his reasoning behind his fourth attempt at marital bliss, by saying:
"I'm making a conscious decision to take this whole Judaism thing seriously."
No doubt, rabbis worldwide are appreciative of his newfound sincerity for "this whole Judaism thing."
Even more impressively, Gerry summarized his motive by stating,
"I think the Jews need me right now."
someone may be taking himself justalittlebit too seriously.
maybe he should bleach his hair. That'll give him some perspective.
more c&p humor
this time from mikey's funnies...
THE TOP 6 SIGNS YOUR CHILD'S TEACHER IS EXPERIENCING BURNOUT
6. Spelling test words: "Go," "Home," "Already."
5. She spends an inordinate amount of every parent-teacher conference extolling the virtues of home-schooling.
4. Lately, all the math homework has involved calculating how long it will take Teacher A on Flight 201 out of Boston to reach Maui.
3. "Because the scalpel method is much too slow, we're going to speed up the frog dissection with this blender."
2. You hear your kindergartener singing, "A-B-C-D, E-whatever, whatever...."
1. Your son comes home with a report card comment that reads, "Johnny is a snot-nosed brat, just like the other 23 losers in his class!"
THE TOP 6 SIGNS YOUR CHILD'S TEACHER IS EXPERIENCING BURNOUT
6. Spelling test words: "Go," "Home," "Already."
5. She spends an inordinate amount of every parent-teacher conference extolling the virtues of home-schooling.
4. Lately, all the math homework has involved calculating how long it will take Teacher A on Flight 201 out of Boston to reach Maui.
3. "Because the scalpel method is much too slow, we're going to speed up the frog dissection with this blender."
2. You hear your kindergartener singing, "A-B-C-D, E-whatever, whatever...."
1. Your son comes home with a report card comment that reads, "Johnny is a snot-nosed brat, just like the other 23 losers in his class!"
i take it back
in further evidence that I'm too ungraceful, I apologize for calling Clay Aiken, of American Idol fame, a doofus.
i've not heard him sing. and I just read that he's a committed Christian who cares regularly for an autistic boy and actively leads in his church's youth group.
so i'm a schmuck, and i feel bad.
he does carry a barry manilow-type vibe, though, doesn't he?
i've not heard him sing. and I just read that he's a committed Christian who cares regularly for an autistic boy and actively leads in his church's youth group.
so i'm a schmuck, and i feel bad.
he does carry a barry manilow-type vibe, though, doesn't he?
an important update
buying the hair stuff at walmart last night, cotter was once again hanging from the side of the cart. So I asked Cotter if his nipples still hurt.
His reply:
Daddy! It wasn't my nipples! I hurt my NICKLES! And they're fine now.
His reply:
Daddy! It wasn't my nipples! I hurt my NICKLES! And they're fine now.
un-loaded
last night, Kelli & I tried to make arrangements to go to Pueblo and catch The Matrix Reloaded. We weren't able to make those plans work out, so instead we stayed home and bleached my hair.
I've never done this before. And it wasn't a bad experience, and I can guarantee you I will undergo the experience at least one more time in my life.
Kelli's at the store right now, buying the antidote.
We're going to Craig this weekend to a high school friend's wedding. I'm going to look like I just spent a weekend vacation at a Chernobyl B&B.
It was fun. Mostly just to mess with the kids' minds. Kaylyn couldn't even look at me this morning, doing so reduced her to uncontrolled laughter (what was supposed to be blonde turned out surprisingly orange). Cotter was in denial.
This was my own version of taking the red pill.
I've never done this before. And it wasn't a bad experience, and I can guarantee you I will undergo the experience at least one more time in my life.
Kelli's at the store right now, buying the antidote.
We're going to Craig this weekend to a high school friend's wedding. I'm going to look like I just spent a weekend vacation at a Chernobyl B&B.
It was fun. Mostly just to mess with the kids' minds. Kaylyn couldn't even look at me this morning, doing so reduced her to uncontrolled laughter (what was supposed to be blonde turned out surprisingly orange). Cotter was in denial.
This was my own version of taking the red pill.
By Any Other Name
(C&P from my email)
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two elderly gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant, and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly."
The other man said, "What's the name of the restaurant?"
The first man knits his brow in obvious concentration, and finally says to his companion, "Aahh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A Carnation?"
"No. No. The other one" the man says.
His friend offers another suggestion, "The Poppy?"
"Nahhhh," growls the man, "You know the one that is red and has thorns."
His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?"
"Yes, Yes that's it. Thank you!" the first man says.
He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two elderly gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant, and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly."
The other man said, "What's the name of the restaurant?"
The first man knits his brow in obvious concentration, and finally says to his companion, "Aahh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A Carnation?"
"No. No. The other one" the man says.
His friend offers another suggestion, "The Poppy?"
"Nahhhh," growls the man, "You know the one that is red and has thorns."
His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?"
"Yes, Yes that's it. Thank you!" the first man says.
He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?
5/15/2003
proverbs #84
knock down a hypocrite in the church and you'll upset a dozen outsiders who leaning up against him.
why Pres. Bush used the fighter plane
here's a flash helicopter flying game, sent to me via my dad.
My best is 973. pathetic, I know.
UPDATE: 988
UPDATE: 1444
My best is 973. pathetic, I know.
UPDATE: 988
UPDATE: 1444
5/14/2003
do this!
Newsmax has made available -- for free -- an email to send to President Bush urging him to make appointments to our federal bench during the congressional recess. This is a constitutional action, made necessary by the unconstitutional filibustering of the Democratic minority. I agree that President Bush will do this, but only if he receives a large influx of emails urging, compelling him to do so.
This link offers a complete rationale for this strategy. Take a minute to read it, and click on the "go" button to fill out the standardized email.
your nation will thank you later.
UPDATE: after you submit your email, you'll get a follow-up encouraging you to buy the $9.95 'personal letter' that will go to President Bush. Delete that spam, and instead encourage three friends (or more) to do the free email.
This link offers a complete rationale for this strategy. Take a minute to read it, and click on the "go" button to fill out the standardized email.
your nation will thank you later.
UPDATE: after you submit your email, you'll get a follow-up encouraging you to buy the $9.95 'personal letter' that will go to President Bush. Delete that spam, and instead encourage three friends (or more) to do the free email.
I'm very excited
I recently became aware, via an email, to enter into a business arrangement with an international conglomerate who is attempting to take part in a financially significant transaction, but has run into some bureaucratic red tape.
I'm uncertain how they became aware of my fiduciary flexibility, but have innocently requested access to my private financial accounts, for the express purpose of my serving as a broker, or liaison if you will, to help successfully complete the transaction. For my cooperation, I will receive a handsome commission.
According to the message, success is guaranteed.
So, of course, you can understand my excitement.
I'm uncertain how they became aware of my fiduciary flexibility, but have innocently requested access to my private financial accounts, for the express purpose of my serving as a broker, or liaison if you will, to help successfully complete the transaction. For my cooperation, I will receive a handsome commission.
According to the message, success is guaranteed.
So, of course, you can understand my excitement.
close your eyes, extend your arms, and touch your fingers to your nose
Kelsi's walking pretty regularly now. She falls every 8-12 steps. Lots of bobbing and weaving to get her center of gravity...well, centered.
just imagine how well she'll do once we quit adding the NyQuilTM to her juice sippy cup.
just imagine how well she'll do once we quit adding the NyQuilTM to her juice sippy cup.
smug superiority
Only kings, editors, and people with tapeworm have the right to use the editorial 'we'. --Mark Twain
the moral to the story....
This is a C&P of something I read some time ago, sent to me today. It's one of those timeless things...
WHAT ABOUT ABSTINENCE?
I was holding a notice from my 13-year-old son's school announcing a meeting to preview the new course in sexuality. Parents could examine the curriculum and take part in an actual lesson presented exactly as it would be given to the students.
When I arrived at the school, I was surprised to discover only about a dozen parents there. As we waited for the presentation, I thumbed through page after page of instructions in the prevention of pregnancy or disease. I found abstinence mentioned only in passing. When the teacher arrived with the school nurse, she asked if there were any questions. I asked why abstinence did not play a noticeable part in the educational material.
What happened next was shocking. There was a great deal of laughter, and someone suggested that if I thought abstinence had any merit, I should go back to burying my head in the sand. The teacher and the nurse said nothing as I drowned in a sea of embarrassment. My mind had gone blank, and I could think of nothing to say. The teacher explained to me that the job of the school was to teach "facts," and the home was responsible for moral training.
I sat in silence for the next 20 minutes as the sexuality course was explained. The other parents seemed to give their unqualified support to the materials.
At the break time, the teacher announced that there were donuts in the back of the room and requested that everyone put on a name tag and mingle with each other. Everyone moved to the back of the room. As I watched them affixing their name tags and shaking hands, I sat deep in thought. I was ashamed that I had not been able to convince them to include a serious discussion of abstinence in the educational materials. I uttered a silent prayer for guidance.
My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's hand on my shoulder.
"Won't you join the others, Mr. Layton?" The nurse smiled sweetly at me. "The donuts are good."
"Thank you, no," I replied.
"Well, then, how about a name tag? I'm sure the others would like to meet you."
"Somehow I doubt that," I replied.
"Won't you please join them?" she coaxed.
Then I heard a still, small voice whisper, "Don't go." The message in my head was unmistakable: "Don't go!"
"I'll just wait here," I said.
When the class was called back to order, the teacher looked around the long table and thanked everyone for putting on name tags. She ignored me. Then she said, "Now we're going to give you the same lesson we'll be giving your children. Everyone please peel off your name tags and look at the back of the tag."
I watched in silence as the tags came off. "Now then, I drew a tiny flower on the back of one of the tags. Who has it, please?" the teacher asked.
The gentleman across from me held it up. "Here it is!"
"All right," she said. "The flower represents disease. Do you recall with whom you shook hands?" He pointed to a couple of people. "Very good," she replied. "The handshake in this case represents intimacy. So the two people you had contact with now have the disease." There was laughter and joking among the parents.
The teacher continued, "And whom did the two of you shake hands with?" The point was well taken, and she explained how this lesson would show students how quickly disease is spread. She concluded by saying, "Since we all shook hands, we all have the disease."
It was then that I heard the still, small voice again. "Speak now," it said, "but be humble." I wryly noted the latter admonition, then rose
from my chair. I apologized for any upset I might have caused earlier, congratulated the teacher on an excellent lesson that would impress the youth, and concluded by saying I had only one small point I wished to make. "Not all of us were infected with the disease," I said. "One of us .......... abstained."
wrote work
if you visit here regularly, you'll notice I'm implementing many more links. Mostly, its for me, because I want to use my journal as a better working resource location for me. If it turns out to help you by giving you new and exciting places to visit, then all the better!
5/13/2003
cotter in walmart
this true account, told to me by Kelli, of she and her boy at Walmart
Background: Kelli is shopping,pushing the grocery cart. Kelsi is sitting in the provisionary fold-out metal seat. Cotter is standing on the front of the cart, holding on to the corners of the cart for stability. As Kelli turned, Cotter's clenched hand is stricken by the corner aisle shelf.
Cotter: OUCH! YOU HURT MY NIPPLES!
Kelli: Cotter, those are your knuckles.
Cotter: Oh. What are my nipples then?
Kelli: < pointing to his chest >those are your nipples < /pointing to his chest >
Cotter: Oh. you hurt my knuckles! My nipples are fine.
Background: Kelli is shopping,pushing the grocery cart. Kelsi is sitting in the provisionary fold-out metal seat. Cotter is standing on the front of the cart, holding on to the corners of the cart for stability. As Kelli turned, Cotter's clenched hand is stricken by the corner aisle shelf.
Cotter: OUCH! YOU HURT MY NIPPLES!
Kelli: Cotter, those are your knuckles.
Cotter: Oh. What are my nipples then?
Kelli: < pointing to his chest >those are your nipples < /pointing to his chest >
Cotter: Oh. you hurt my knuckles! My nipples are fine.
last night on the tonight show
Katie Couric hosted, and did well. she was funnier than I thought she'd be.
Mike Meyers was the first guest, and he made a plea for people to visit Toronto (his native city), decrying the malicious SARS hype.
He wore and distributed tee shirts that were modeled after the I (heart) New York. But instead of a heart, it was a maple leaf, the icon of Canada.
So, it read "I leaf Toronto," which only makes sense, because I'd leaf, too, if there were reports of SARS there.
Mike Meyers was the first guest, and he made a plea for people to visit Toronto (his native city), decrying the malicious SARS hype.
He wore and distributed tee shirts that were modeled after the I (heart) New York. But instead of a heart, it was a maple leaf, the icon of Canada.
So, it read "I leaf Toronto," which only makes sense, because I'd leaf, too, if there were reports of SARS there.
revaluation coming
blogshares just reported that they got the blogrolling thing fixed, which will improve my market presence, theoretically. Since blogshares went public, my blog has been revalued every two weeks, which hopefully means I'll get a revaluation by the 17th.
peeking into the mind...
of a 14 year-old girl named Jess. She was linked to me randomly through blogsnob, and I had a referral from her. Some hilights from her blog:
- she misses Dan. a lot.
- mark likes her. she doesn't know what to do about that.
- sarah' s lizard, sam, has died. this has brought sarah to an emotional state of depression.
- her birthday is the 21st.
- missing Dan drapes heavily over her mind.
- she misses Dan. a lot.
- mark likes her. she doesn't know what to do about that.
- sarah' s lizard, sam, has died. this has brought sarah to an emotional state of depression.
- her birthday is the 21st.
- missing Dan drapes heavily over her mind.
5/12/2003
boy is my face red
Kelli pointed out to me that when she received her bloglet post, the entry on Jelly Belly Flavors was not itemized, as it was at the actual site.
So, what should have read cigarette butt and meat loaf actually appeared cigarette, butt meat and loaf.
Though this is by far the most unappealing flavor yet, it was altogether unintended.
My profound apologies to all subscribers.
So, what should have read cigarette butt and meat loaf actually appeared cigarette, butt meat and loaf.
Though this is by far the most unappealing flavor yet, it was altogether unintended.
My profound apologies to all subscribers.
let me count the ways
my wife loves me.
she showed it today by bringing me home the Mountain Dew Live Wire.
It's basically Orange Slice, juiced up with caffeine.
I also tried the Sprite tropical Remix the other day. It was about as good as every other remix you've ever experienced. Not bad, if you liked the original, but certainly not any better than the original.
she showed it today by bringing me home the Mountain Dew Live Wire.
It's basically Orange Slice, juiced up with caffeine.
I also tried the Sprite tropical Remix the other day. It was about as good as every other remix you've ever experienced. Not bad, if you liked the original, but certainly not any better than the original.
not as profound, but troubling nonetheless
there is something sticky underfoot, causing the heel of my right sock to adhere to our laundryroom linoleum (whilst my right foot be ensconsed within it). It has sufficiently distracted me that I'm off to get the WD-40 to ameliorate the predicament.
graceland 1.03 -- itinerary
I don't know how this is going to be fleshed out, but I'm going to try to cover address grace in the following ways:
1.0 -- background material (anything relevant to the development of graceland)
2.0 -- overview (definitions, position arguments, etc)
3.0 -- origins (beginnings of grace, in all experiential manifestations)
4.0 -- impartings (how grace imparted impacts me)
5.0 -- expressions (how grace expressed impacts others)
I don't expect to be chronological in the presentation, hence the X.0X format. This will allow me to keep my thoughts fairly organized, despite my propensity to hop according to the pursuits of the day.
1.0 -- background material (anything relevant to the development of graceland)
2.0 -- overview (definitions, position arguments, etc)
3.0 -- origins (beginnings of grace, in all experiential manifestations)
4.0 -- impartings (how grace imparted impacts me)
5.0 -- expressions (how grace expressed impacts others)
I don't expect to be chronological in the presentation, hence the X.0X format. This will allow me to keep my thoughts fairly organized, despite my propensity to hop according to the pursuits of the day.
graceland 1.02 -- rationale
in my announcement, I confessed to being ungraceful. and I stand by my word. day by day, seemingly situation by situation, I reveal my lack of grace in new, and creatively disappointing ways. Most of my manifestations of gracelessness are intensely private and personal, and the world would never know of them, if I weren't being self-disclosing. Occasionally, I'll blunder in such a way that my gracelessness becomes revealed to those around me. By the grace of God (ironic, certainly), those moments tend to be rare, albeit painful experiences.
No, most of my graceless moments are inwardly expressed matters of the heart, rather than outward vomitings of selfish judgments. And because of that, they grow and fester in the pungent environs of my flesh, unless I shine the light of Truth upon them (most typically by sharing the deceits of my heart with my wife).
My honest confession is that I do not want to have a critical spirit that denies God's blessings administered through life's experiences. Yet, I fear I miss so much of what God has prepared especially for me, simply because the gracelessness that I have allowed to permeate my life taints each experience and skews my perception of it.
Lately I have written extensively on political matters, and intend to continue to do so. But recently, God has used even that to convict me of my gracelessness. A friend and colleague wrote me, commenting, "Knowing how you feel about Democrats, I thought you'd want to see this..." and attached an article that opened up some liberals for well-earned derision. But what convicted me was the idea that I am communicating that I am against Democrats. I am against liberal, socialist democratic dogma. I am eager and willing to speak out against those who are more concerned about politics than Truth. And Democrats, as a party, seem to be most typically embracing of that which I oppose. But I know and love some Democrats, both friends and family members. And while I am not compelled to cease using the stylistic devices of sarcasm, innuendo, and overwhelming logic to counter the propaganda of the left, I want to do so in a manner that does not compromise the value and personhood of real people who think differently than do I.
You might be tempted to say (or think) Bryan, you're taking an innocent statement pretty deeply. And I am. Not personally, but deeply. Accordingly, I'm not hurt by the statement, but thankful for it. Because I believe this statement made me aware to the microcosmic potential to larger issues. I want to be able to be both grace-filled and grace-ful. I want to be able to say my walk always matches my talk, when it comes to grace. This is the only way that my statements of criticism and discernment will ever carry any true weight and consideration. If I am a graceless hack, then I'm no different than any other blow-hard spouting off because I've got a blog and I know how to type. But if I am known by my grace, then my words mean something.
No, most of my graceless moments are inwardly expressed matters of the heart, rather than outward vomitings of selfish judgments. And because of that, they grow and fester in the pungent environs of my flesh, unless I shine the light of Truth upon them (most typically by sharing the deceits of my heart with my wife).
My honest confession is that I do not want to have a critical spirit that denies God's blessings administered through life's experiences. Yet, I fear I miss so much of what God has prepared especially for me, simply because the gracelessness that I have allowed to permeate my life taints each experience and skews my perception of it.
Lately I have written extensively on political matters, and intend to continue to do so. But recently, God has used even that to convict me of my gracelessness. A friend and colleague wrote me, commenting, "Knowing how you feel about Democrats, I thought you'd want to see this..." and attached an article that opened up some liberals for well-earned derision. But what convicted me was the idea that I am communicating that I am against Democrats. I am against liberal, socialist democratic dogma. I am eager and willing to speak out against those who are more concerned about politics than Truth. And Democrats, as a party, seem to be most typically embracing of that which I oppose. But I know and love some Democrats, both friends and family members. And while I am not compelled to cease using the stylistic devices of sarcasm, innuendo, and overwhelming logic to counter the propaganda of the left, I want to do so in a manner that does not compromise the value and personhood of real people who think differently than do I.
You might be tempted to say (or think) Bryan, you're taking an innocent statement pretty deeply. And I am. Not personally, but deeply. Accordingly, I'm not hurt by the statement, but thankful for it. Because I believe this statement made me aware to the microcosmic potential to larger issues. I want to be able to be both grace-filled and grace-ful. I want to be able to say my walk always matches my talk, when it comes to grace. This is the only way that my statements of criticism and discernment will ever carry any true weight and consideration. If I am a graceless hack, then I'm no different than any other blow-hard spouting off because I've got a blog and I know how to type. But if I am known by my grace, then my words mean something.
graceland 1.01 -- announcement
graceland is a new series I'm beginning. It is a concerted, deliberate effort to spend more time speaking, writing, and thinking about spiritual matters. And the subject, not surprisingly, will be grace. I'm not certain what form and format will evolve through this process, but that is certainly low on my list of priorities.
I've determined that I need to be focusing on the subject of grace not because I am any sort of expert on this foundational doctrine, but because I am so amazingly ungraceful. My hope is that I will learn from what I contribute, and if you happen to be blessed by it, then I am that much more pleased.
One more caveat regarding graceland. I will rely upon others who have waxed theological on this subject of grace, and I sincerely hope you'll contribute to this discussion. In the end, whenever I recognize it as having arrived, I hope not to have the doctrine of grace wrapped up in a tidy package, but a fresh understanding and a new desire to both experience and express grace in real, relevant ways.
I've determined that I need to be focusing on the subject of grace not because I am any sort of expert on this foundational doctrine, but because I am so amazingly ungraceful. My hope is that I will learn from what I contribute, and if you happen to be blessed by it, then I am that much more pleased.
One more caveat regarding graceland. I will rely upon others who have waxed theological on this subject of grace, and I sincerely hope you'll contribute to this discussion. In the end, whenever I recognize it as having arrived, I hope not to have the doctrine of grace wrapped up in a tidy package, but a fresh understanding and a new desire to both experience and express grace in real, relevant ways.
from The Federalist
a quoted opinion worth considering...
"One of the peculiar features of our country is that we produce incompetent 18-year-olds and remarkably competent 30-year-olds. Americans at 18 typically score lower on standardized tests than 18-year-olds from other advanced countries. Watch them on their first few days working at McDonald's or behind the counter in chain drugstores, and it's obvious that they don't really know how to make change or keep the line moving. But by the time Americans are 30, they are the most competent people in the world. They produce a stronger and more vibrant private-sector economy; they produce scientific and technical advances that lead the world; they provide the world's best medical care; they create the strongest and most agile military the world has ever seen. And it's not just a few meritocrats at the top: American talent runs wide and deep. Why? Because from the age of 6 to 18, our kids live mostly in what I call Soft America -- the part of our society where there is little competition and accountability. In contrast, most Americans in the 12 years between ages 18 and 30 live mostly in Hard America -- the part of American life subject to competition and accountability; the military trains under live fire. Soft America seeks to instill self-esteem. Hard America plays for keeps." --Michael Barone
I don't know what I'm doing
I just split my blogshares stock 1:10, after splitting it 1:2 a few days ago. My stock is now worth 4 cents a share. My reasoning is that my stock will improve, once the links are all indexed correctly, thus resulting in a nice windfall for stockholders.
and there are 10,000 shares available for public consumption.
and there are 10,000 shares available for public consumption.
cutting a new deck
From Curmudgeonly & Skeptical (who I don't blogroll only because his content is occasionally a bit brash), he offers views of News Max's Deck of Weasels, a complementary view of the Anti-American, Anti-Liberty, Anti-Freedom, Anti-Intelligence, Anti-logical talking head celebrity, pseudo journalists, and wolf-in-dove's clothes global politicos.
Helen Thomas reminds me of Danny Devitos Penguin, from Tim Burton's Batman Returns.
Michael Moore is giving off a creeeeeepy "Mouseketeer-who-never-grew-up" vibe.
Natalie Maines looks "Patty Hearst SLA Proud" in her portrait.
And I've got one word for Teddy Kennedy: Scanners.
Helen Thomas reminds me of Danny Devitos Penguin, from Tim Burton's Batman Returns.
Michael Moore is giving off a creeeeeepy "Mouseketeer-who-never-grew-up" vibe.
Natalie Maines looks "Patty Hearst SLA Proud" in her portrait.
And I've got one word for Teddy Kennedy: Scanners.
dude
I got a Dell. We just ordered it yesterday. It should be here by the end of the week.
generally speaking, we're quite excited about these developments.
generally speaking, we're quite excited about these developments.
5/09/2003
I know its just me, but...
Kelli, I may have mentioned, is writing Lifeway Sunday school curriculum for Nov. 2K4. I'm doing a preliminary edit for it. She "names" the kindergartners in her instructions, like, "Have Jamie glue the pieces together..."
This is good, except all the kiddies are people I know, and most often are not 5.
For example, Jamie is my 34 year old brother.
And I have the image of the adults attempting to accomplish the tasks set forth for them in her instructions.
This makes my prelim edit much more challenging, due to the mental distractions.
This is good, except all the kiddies are people I know, and most often are not 5.
For example, Jamie is my 34 year old brother.
And I have the image of the adults attempting to accomplish the tasks set forth for them in her instructions.
This makes my prelim edit much more challenging, due to the mental distractions.
an observation
I'm sure I'm not the first to note this, but I'm of the opinion that the worst acronym is for the World Health Organization.
These are two recent headlines, to illustrate the problem (provided by WSJ BOTW):
SARS Deadlier thant Thought, WHO Says
What is he talking about
No, WHO
WHO?
Right
I Don't Know
No, he's on third
Response to SARS Concerns the WHO
Meanwhile, The Rolling Stones are not surprisingly more worried about kidney blockage.
These are two recent headlines, to illustrate the problem (provided by WSJ BOTW):
SARS Deadlier thant Thought, WHO Says
What is he talking about
No, WHO
WHO?
Right
I Don't Know
No, he's on third
Response to SARS Concerns the WHO
Meanwhile, The Rolling Stones are not surprisingly more worried about kidney blockage.
rejected Jelly BellyTM jelly bean flavors
Sweat Sock
Cigarrette Butt
Meat Loaf
Penicillin
SARS
Fear Factor Surprise
Whole Tuna in a Blender
Scent O' the Subway
Body Odor
The Matrix, Regurgitated
High School Haze
WMD (Watermelon & mango daquiri -- what were you thinking it stood for?)
Filibuster
Shmutz
Lint Trap
Things Found in Saddam's Moustache
Under the Fingernail Scrapings
Last Sunday's Leftovers
Earwax
Has this Milk Gone Bad?
Democratic Candidate 2k4 (a sure loser, according to focus groups)
Acid Rain
Bugs from the Front Bumper
Vacuum Bag
Back O' the Fridge Tupperware Delight
Cigarrette Butt
Meat Loaf
Penicillin
SARS
Fear Factor Surprise
Whole Tuna in a Blender
Scent O' the Subway
Body Odor
The Matrix, Regurgitated
High School Haze
WMD (Watermelon & mango daquiri -- what were you thinking it stood for?)
Filibuster
Shmutz
Lint Trap
Things Found in Saddam's Moustache
Under the Fingernail Scrapings
Last Sunday's Leftovers
Earwax
Has this Milk Gone Bad?
Democratic Candidate 2k4 (a sure loser, according to focus groups)
Acid Rain
Bugs from the Front Bumper
Vacuum Bag
Back O' the Fridge Tupperware Delight
5/07/2003
this just in
Bill Bennett has been caught gambling...and winning!
this is not from last week...it's from 1996.
(thanks to WSJ best of the web)
this is not from last week...it's from 1996.
(thanks to WSJ best of the web)
somethin' special in the air
I'd sure enjoy hearing this announcement over my airwave intercom (note: flash presentation)
except it would mean that I was over Arizona, rather than Colorado.
except it would mean that I was over Arizona, rather than Colorado.
I pledge allegiance
newsmax reports that the Christian right is considering bolting from the Republican party in '04. I am a Christ follower. I am politically "to the right." I will not be leaving the Republican party in '04. I can only hope this is a duped article to give those who lean to the left false optimism. Why would we abandon the Republican party and accordingly ensure the return of a liberal president to the White House?
The main beef apparently is the lack of Repub support for Rick Santorum. I agree with him, and am disappointed more of our political brethren haven't held him up. But I'm not jumping off the platform over the issue.
The main beef apparently is the lack of Repub support for Rick Santorum. I agree with him, and am disappointed more of our political brethren haven't held him up. But I'm not jumping off the platform over the issue.
I couldn't be more proud
for those who think I should report on my girls more...
just talked with Kelli, who was on her way to school to give Kaylyn new pants and underpants.
apparently, my sweet little darlin' sprung a leak from laughing too hard.
UPDATE: the leak turned out to be only a couple of drops. Kaylyn was too afraid to even look, once she became aware of her retentions system failure.
just talked with Kelli, who was on her way to school to give Kaylyn new pants and underpants.
apparently, my sweet little darlin' sprung a leak from laughing too hard.
UPDATE: the leak turned out to be only a couple of drops. Kaylyn was too afraid to even look, once she became aware of her retentions system failure.
prepare to be overwhelmed
i just got my laptop.
i just got my laptop.
now I can blog instead of channel surf.
but of course, I'll use it to be highly productive for NAMBs sake.
(yes, my boss reads my blog).
i just got my laptop.
now I can blog instead of channel surf.
but of course, I'll use it to be highly productive for NAMBs sake.
(yes, my boss reads my blog).
sung to the the tune of be our guest
you can now take a virtual tour of my home. Follow the link, click on the red "virtual tour" button.
Then call my realtor and make a full-priced offer.
its just that simple.
Then call my realtor and make a full-priced offer.
its just that simple.
signs of the impending apocalypse #40
according to Holy Weblog (which officially went on hiatus on May 4), a hunky calendar of 12 Catholic priests is being made available.
It is not an official papal document, endorsed by the Holy Mother Church (whatever that means)
It is a nice device for all those fetish-minded people who needed just one more weapon to give in to the carnal desires of their minds.
It is not an official papal document, endorsed by the Holy Mother Church (whatever that means)
It is a nice device for all those fetish-minded people who needed just one more weapon to give in to the carnal desires of their minds.
must see
once again, cox & forkum have created a masterpiece, this time a commentary on the devilishness of the swarthy imp known as Arafat. Go look at it.
and by the way, if you aren't on Israel's side on this issue, you're on the wrong side.
and by the way, if you aren't on Israel's side on this issue, you're on the wrong side.
Screwtape U
Added to my blog roll is Hades College, where Mick attempts a CS Lewis-like approach to understanding the enemy. I've added him to the roll so we can assess the effort. It's good so far.
hello david
NAMB trustees are in the office this week. I just went down to floor 1 from my office in scenic floor 4 to fill a cup with the steaming cafe'-bean extract beverage. Upon turning a corner, I almost literally ran into a trustee who looks EXACTLY like Dave Letterman's mom. I did a double take -- one of those gestures that means I'm trying to reconcile what I'm seeing with some hidden knowledge in my brain, but looks like I'm a participant in NAMB's program to employ the mentally challenged -- and she just gave me this very frightened stare, like I'm the slow-witted guy from of mice and men.
the editor is in
the office today.
Sean has hurt his back, so please remember him in your petitions today. I've got a magazine that's supposed to be ready by Friday. So remember me in your petitions today.
Sean has hurt his back, so please remember him in your petitions today. I've got a magazine that's supposed to be ready by Friday. So remember me in your petitions today.
5/06/2003
just a friendly reminder
to all you bloggers out there reading me... if you syndicate me (or subscribe with your email), I'll save you the work of having to come here, because I'll show up once a day in your inbox.
it's up to you. I'm just trying to make it easy on you.
sheesh.
it's up to you. I'm just trying to make it easy on you.
sheesh.
buylowsellhigh
my stock has shot up from 22 cents a share to 57 cents a share. I've only 950 still available. So go, buy now, before you can't afford me with your pretend money.
note:I'd give the link to blogshares to take you there, but my linker doesn't appear to be functioning correctly. You'll have to click on the linking button yourself.
note:I'd give the link to blogshares to take you there, but my linker doesn't appear to be functioning correctly. You'll have to click on the linking button yourself.
EPA update
I've been at the evangelical press association yesterday & today, it concludes tomorrow. Yesterday was an awesome day. Sat in on a session led by Michael Card. It was supposed to be about creativity, but it was more a stream-of-consciousness discussion on much more than that. It was very enjoyable.
Then I went to an "editing" session, but it turned out to be about individual quiet time. It was good, but didn't scratch where I was itching, professionally speaking. It was definitely beneficial for my personal development, so I can't gripe too loudly (notice that I didn't use any CAPS).
Today's sessions were...interesting. The first session, which shall remain nameless to protect the guilty, was about the most useless session I've ever attended. The speaker needed much more practice. And the content that was promised was not delivered. Oh well.
The second session was much better. it was a 'panel discussion' on when bad writing happens to good editors. Aside from the pretentiously smug title of the session, it was pretty good. had the editors from Christianity Today, Moody, Discipleship Journal, On Mission, Baptist Press, and one other.
As always with these types of events, one of the coolest things is all the freebies. I got the latest FFH CD. Three or four books that are newly published. And about 200 magazines from virtually every evangelical publication. I'm trying to whittle some of that down, and look to keep just the stuff that impresses me.
The highlight of the whole event (so far) came yesterday at lunch when Michael Card gave a six song concert, and then dramatist Tom Key (the man behind The Cotton Patch Gospel) did a variety of monologues from TCPG to The Screwtape Letters to Revelation.
We return tomorrow for the final day, unless Atlanta gets swept away in a torrent of rain.
Then I went to an "editing" session, but it turned out to be about individual quiet time. It was good, but didn't scratch where I was itching, professionally speaking. It was definitely beneficial for my personal development, so I can't gripe too loudly (notice that I didn't use any CAPS).
Today's sessions were...interesting. The first session, which shall remain nameless to protect the guilty, was about the most useless session I've ever attended. The speaker needed much more practice. And the content that was promised was not delivered. Oh well.
The second session was much better. it was a 'panel discussion' on when bad writing happens to good editors. Aside from the pretentiously smug title of the session, it was pretty good. had the editors from Christianity Today, Moody, Discipleship Journal, On Mission, Baptist Press, and one other.
As always with these types of events, one of the coolest things is all the freebies. I got the latest FFH CD. Three or four books that are newly published. And about 200 magazines from virtually every evangelical publication. I'm trying to whittle some of that down, and look to keep just the stuff that impresses me.
The highlight of the whole event (so far) came yesterday at lunch when Michael Card gave a six song concert, and then dramatist Tom Key (the man behind The Cotton Patch Gospel) did a variety of monologues from TCPG to The Screwtape Letters to Revelation.
We return tomorrow for the final day, unless Atlanta gets swept away in a torrent of rain.
everybody play twister!
just got in to the NAMB building. waiting for a proof of the mag to work on. we drove in from the EPA which was over on the south side of town (we're up north) to find our 400 employees in the basement. We've a tornado warning that took place. I'm guessing the Rockies/Braves game is awash.
on a good note, I'm about to be checked out a laptop, which means my evenings will be more productive!
on a good note, I'm about to be checked out a laptop, which means my evenings will be more productive!
5/03/2003
top gun
it was pretty cool watching President Bush on the USS Abraham. it was even cooler seeing him be genuinely moved by the support of our military. it was even cooler hearing him say we are accomplishing our purposes. and it was even cooler seeing him once more ask God to continue to bless america.
he is maverick.
he is maverick.
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