I am a podcast junkie
Podcasting is a great way to get information or listen to my favorite speakers. I love listening to great speakers. I drink the kool-aid of Dave Ramsey, I draw encouragement from Family Life Today, Focus on the Family. I get a little smarter from podcasts from Things you should know from History class. I even keep up with the latest trends with hand guns, a new found hobbie.
I used to like talk radio, but that is so old school. I can't figure out why anyone likes to listen to the radio any more. Commercials drive me crazy. That is a reason why podcasting is so nice. I don't have to listen to car dealers screaming in my ear or the lastest weightloss system.
I am thoroughly convinced that a large part of who we are is what we put into our mind. I am choosing more and more to put postive information in my mind, so I can become a better person.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
A great song
There is something about Country Music that sometimes just hits the ol' nail on the head. One those songs is "I'm Just a Guy" by Brad Paisley. Love that song.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Help Wanted
My fairly new friend, Jeremy has talked me into running a half marathon in 10 weeks. This might end up putting a strain on our friendship. We will see.
I have officially started my training today (queue the theme from Rocky here) I am going to have to get serious about this because I have never trained for something like this. I am going to need a significant support base for this, mainly in the area of eating. Lets face it, most of us have our vices. For some it is smoking, others its cursing, some it is sex, mine is eating. I love to eat. At times I live to eat. Fortunately I am active and have managed to keep my weight to a respectable level even though my Wii Fit says I am borderline obese (stupid game!). Like Superman and kryptonite, is me and chocolate. I need superpower to walk past a candy dish with anything chocolate in it. I should probably start a new 12 step program call Chocolate Anonymous. The chapter I belong to would be CAT - CA of Texas :-).
My 2nd weekness is simply endurance. I am pretty disciplined about getting off the couch and working out or running, but when it gets boring or too hard I quit easily. I know it is all mental and this is where friends and family are a big help. To know they are cheering me on or they depend on me can make me push past the grey matter problems and reach new levels of endurance. I hope to hear from my thousands of readers, not only encourangement but also making me accountable. I hate to go back on my word. When I say I am going to do something I am going to do it.
I have recently heard of some high school friends that have recently done what I am trying to do. So if they can do it, I now I can too.
Stay tuned, it should be interesting to see what comes of this.
I have officially started my training today (queue the theme from Rocky here) I am going to have to get serious about this because I have never trained for something like this. I am going to need a significant support base for this, mainly in the area of eating. Lets face it, most of us have our vices. For some it is smoking, others its cursing, some it is sex, mine is eating. I love to eat. At times I live to eat. Fortunately I am active and have managed to keep my weight to a respectable level even though my Wii Fit says I am borderline obese (stupid game!). Like Superman and kryptonite, is me and chocolate. I need superpower to walk past a candy dish with anything chocolate in it. I should probably start a new 12 step program call Chocolate Anonymous. The chapter I belong to would be CAT - CA of Texas :-).
My 2nd weekness is simply endurance. I am pretty disciplined about getting off the couch and working out or running, but when it gets boring or too hard I quit easily. I know it is all mental and this is where friends and family are a big help. To know they are cheering me on or they depend on me can make me push past the grey matter problems and reach new levels of endurance. I hope to hear from my thousands of readers, not only encourangement but also making me accountable. I hate to go back on my word. When I say I am going to do something I am going to do it.
I have recently heard of some high school friends that have recently done what I am trying to do. So if they can do it, I now I can too.
Stay tuned, it should be interesting to see what comes of this.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
What is a husband?
Today while listening to a a podcast from Family Live Today the speaker was talking about the definition husband. Every time I hear a speaker start talking about the origins of a word I get flashbacks from the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding". If you haven't seen it, you must. It is great and you will understand what I am referring to and you will have new thoughts about Windex too.
The speaker was talking about how "husband" was an agricultural word. I have heard about animal husbandry, of which I always have to chuckle because it sounds really perverted. Sorry, there are parts of my brain that never grew up. Simply husband refers to someone who takes care of, a manager, a steward. You get the point. When I named my blog here, I really did not understand what the word husband meant. I simply would have thought a man married to a woman. Now as it relates to our society and me today, I want to be a husband. I think that is what I have been created for, that is who I am. I love to be a good care taker of my wife, my family, of all things that have been given to me. Notice I didn't say "of things that are mine". I believe and occasionally have to remind myself that I really don't own anything. I have been loaned my wife, my kids, family, friends, and many things while I walk this earth. It is my hope and prayer that I am always an example of a good husband and I can encourage other men to be the same. I think it is what all men that are married have been called to do.
The speaker was talking about how "husband" was an agricultural word. I have heard about animal husbandry, of which I always have to chuckle because it sounds really perverted. Sorry, there are parts of my brain that never grew up. Simply husband refers to someone who takes care of, a manager, a steward. You get the point. When I named my blog here, I really did not understand what the word husband meant. I simply would have thought a man married to a woman. Now as it relates to our society and me today, I want to be a husband. I think that is what I have been created for, that is who I am. I love to be a good care taker of my wife, my family, of all things that have been given to me. Notice I didn't say "of things that are mine". I believe and occasionally have to remind myself that I really don't own anything. I have been loaned my wife, my kids, family, friends, and many things while I walk this earth. It is my hope and prayer that I am always an example of a good husband and I can encourage other men to be the same. I think it is what all men that are married have been called to do.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
This sounds like the beginning of a joke but its not
A Christian (me), an Indian Hindu, an Israeli Jew, an Indian Muslim, an African American, an American agnostic, and an American Baptist walk into a Thai resteraunt to have lunch. I told you this sounds like a joke ... Now that is diversity. I did not realize it at the time how diverse our group was. One of my co-workers that was there brought it to my attention the fact of everyone's religion and ethnicity.
When I reflect on this, I take it for granted that we live in a great country where we are not trying to kill each other or dispise each other. Open today's newspapers and the headlines are filled with people at war with each other. We are so far removed from what rest of the world has to deal with every day.
I realized today, we actually have many things in common. Our concerns are similar. It is my hope that as these friendships develop that I can have an impression on people around me. I hope they see something different in my life, I hope they see the real Jesus in me, not the religious Jesus that so many people in our society see and make stereo type judgments about.
When I reflect on this, I take it for granted that we live in a great country where we are not trying to kill each other or dispise each other. Open today's newspapers and the headlines are filled with people at war with each other. We are so far removed from what rest of the world has to deal with every day.
I realized today, we actually have many things in common. Our concerns are similar. It is my hope that as these friendships develop that I can have an impression on people around me. I hope they see something different in my life, I hope they see the real Jesus in me, not the religious Jesus that so many people in our society see and make stereo type judgments about.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I should have listened to my wife yet again ..... when will I learn?
Disclaimer: Before I start into this, you might want to sit down and grab a tissue. If you don't I can't be held responsible for any mishaps.
This past week my family has been watching my sister's 2 dogs. That is addition to our 2 dogs and a cat, so we had a few 4 legged friends hanging around. For the most part, they are not much trouble. A couple of nights ago it had been raining and the dogs had just been out to do their business. A couple of the dogs think they are too good to walk out into a wet lawn and safely relieve themselves. The dogs were let into the house without inspecting what went on. One of the dogs apparently left a nice big pile on the rug we keep at the back door. OK, I know what you are thinking but don't get ahead of me! A short while later I was heading out the back door to take the trash out which is my duty every night before trash day. As I opened the door I was talking to my lovely wife and took a step out the door before looking. I am used to firmly planting my feet on a hard surface or at least a rug. Instead I felt the gut awful feeling of "squishing" at that time I think I let out a "Oh crap! Darn dogs!". Talking with the wife later, I think she said she was dying because she can imagine what just happened. I was thankful I had shoes on because I often take the trash out in bare feet.
But wait it gets better. A couple of days later it is time for the visiting 4 legged niece and nephew to go back home. Being the nice brother that I am, I chose to take the dogs to my sister's because it is not far from my work place. I drive a small Ford Ranger that is a regular cab. Because it was cold this morning, I decided to let the dogs ride up front with me instead of their cage in the bed of the pickup truck. Just as I put them in my wife offers to get some newspapers to put down because the female has a weak bladder. She easily pees if stressed, scared or whatever and the dog did not do #2 that morning she proclaimed. I wasn't too concerned. I figured it was a short enough ride and that it wasn't worth the hassle. OK again, don't get ahead of me ...
The ride was going pretty good and we were about 3/4 the way there when all of the sudden the female dog is trying to dive down below my feet as I am driving. I catch her and push her back and then I smell it. (pause for dramatic affect) Oh my gosh, I could not imagine something so foul coming from that cute dog. I thought I was going to die. I am quickly looking for a place to pull over. It takes me about 5 minutes to find someplace. In that 5 minutes the male dog is climbing up the back of my seat and is perched behind my head on top of the head rest trying to escape the brown mound substance piled about 3 inches high on my cloth seats of my truck. I could not be a hard firm poo, it had to be more like the consistency of peanut butter and I think she had been saving it up for weeks. She was just staring at me standing in the seat. I am not sure what I said at this point.
I pulled into the Bass Pro Shop parking lot and quickly grabbing the male dog and putting him in the cage that was in the bed of the pickup. I returned to cab to get the source of the poo and found that she had moved from the passenger seat into the drivers seat while stepping in the poo and tracking it onto my armrest, driver's seat, and my cell phone. When I picked her up she proceeded to pee in the drivers seat leaving a nice 6 inch wet spot in addition to poo doggy foot prints on this seat.
Fortunately I have a tool box on my truck that is stocked with rags, trash bags, and paper towels. I used what I had to pick up the huge mound of poo off the passenger's seat as best as I could without pushing it further into the fibers of the seat. I dabbed up as much as possible, put a plastic trash bag on the drivers seat to prevent the pee from soaking up into my pants, rolled the windows down and proceeded on my way with the dogs in the back of the truck. At this point I was not too concerned with their discomfort. Got within a couple blocks of my sisters house put a moving blanket down on the passenger seat and put the dogs back in the cab so my sister would not see that they were riding in the back. Got to my sister's without further incident.
My sister asked if we had any problems and I just smiled and lied through my teeth. So whatever you do, don't let her know.
I made it to work and saturated my trucks interior with Pinesol. If anything it smells a little better.
I can't blame the dog. This was yet another one of those things where I should have listened to my wife. Someday I will learn.
I hope your day started better than mine :-)
This past week my family has been watching my sister's 2 dogs. That is addition to our 2 dogs and a cat, so we had a few 4 legged friends hanging around. For the most part, they are not much trouble. A couple of nights ago it had been raining and the dogs had just been out to do their business. A couple of the dogs think they are too good to walk out into a wet lawn and safely relieve themselves. The dogs were let into the house without inspecting what went on. One of the dogs apparently left a nice big pile on the rug we keep at the back door. OK, I know what you are thinking but don't get ahead of me! A short while later I was heading out the back door to take the trash out which is my duty every night before trash day. As I opened the door I was talking to my lovely wife and took a step out the door before looking. I am used to firmly planting my feet on a hard surface or at least a rug. Instead I felt the gut awful feeling of "squishing" at that time I think I let out a "Oh crap! Darn dogs!". Talking with the wife later, I think she said she was dying because she can imagine what just happened. I was thankful I had shoes on because I often take the trash out in bare feet.
But wait it gets better. A couple of days later it is time for the visiting 4 legged niece and nephew to go back home. Being the nice brother that I am, I chose to take the dogs to my sister's because it is not far from my work place. I drive a small Ford Ranger that is a regular cab. Because it was cold this morning, I decided to let the dogs ride up front with me instead of their cage in the bed of the pickup truck. Just as I put them in my wife offers to get some newspapers to put down because the female has a weak bladder. She easily pees if stressed, scared or whatever and the dog did not do #2 that morning she proclaimed. I wasn't too concerned. I figured it was a short enough ride and that it wasn't worth the hassle. OK again, don't get ahead of me ...
The ride was going pretty good and we were about 3/4 the way there when all of the sudden the female dog is trying to dive down below my feet as I am driving. I catch her and push her back and then I smell it. (pause for dramatic affect) Oh my gosh, I could not imagine something so foul coming from that cute dog. I thought I was going to die. I am quickly looking for a place to pull over. It takes me about 5 minutes to find someplace. In that 5 minutes the male dog is climbing up the back of my seat and is perched behind my head on top of the head rest trying to escape the brown mound substance piled about 3 inches high on my cloth seats of my truck. I could not be a hard firm poo, it had to be more like the consistency of peanut butter and I think she had been saving it up for weeks. She was just staring at me standing in the seat. I am not sure what I said at this point.
I pulled into the Bass Pro Shop parking lot and quickly grabbing the male dog and putting him in the cage that was in the bed of the pickup. I returned to cab to get the source of the poo and found that she had moved from the passenger seat into the drivers seat while stepping in the poo and tracking it onto my armrest, driver's seat, and my cell phone. When I picked her up she proceeded to pee in the drivers seat leaving a nice 6 inch wet spot in addition to poo doggy foot prints on this seat.
Fortunately I have a tool box on my truck that is stocked with rags, trash bags, and paper towels. I used what I had to pick up the huge mound of poo off the passenger's seat as best as I could without pushing it further into the fibers of the seat. I dabbed up as much as possible, put a plastic trash bag on the drivers seat to prevent the pee from soaking up into my pants, rolled the windows down and proceeded on my way with the dogs in the back of the truck. At this point I was not too concerned with their discomfort. Got within a couple blocks of my sisters house put a moving blanket down on the passenger seat and put the dogs back in the cab so my sister would not see that they were riding in the back. Got to my sister's without further incident.
My sister asked if we had any problems and I just smiled and lied through my teeth. So whatever you do, don't let her know.
I made it to work and saturated my trucks interior with Pinesol. If anything it smells a little better.
I can't blame the dog. This was yet another one of those things where I should have listened to my wife. Someday I will learn.
I hope your day started better than mine :-)
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