We were driving home tonight from picking the boys up from church after our small group meeting, and I pulled the dopey dad routine. I lowered the windows and turned up the Bibleman CD we have REALLY loud, and we started jamming thru the Steamboat Bend Shopping Center, down McMasters Ave, and up Route MM to our house to the Bibleman theme song.
The boys were just screaming their bloody heads off, and Tammy was...tolerating...her testosterone-loaded family at that point.
Jonathan, from the back seat, screamed, "I love my life - I just love my life right now!"
I got to thinking about it...so do I.
Not his life - though I do - but I'm talking specifically about mine.
Yeah, I have some long-term concerns about my job and what comes of my professional life come January. Then again, these days, I'm probably part of a large pool of people who have those same concerns. So as far as that goes, I'm no different.
But look at where we are now...
...each day, I wake up closer to my Savior than I was a year ago.
Each day, I wake up thanking God for my beautiful wife, my two healthy, smart, and ALL boy sons...two little miracles who 10 years ago we thought we'd never have.
Each day, I never cease to be amazed at the love of my life and how she not only teaches our children, but seamlessly handles the house, our finances, and virtually endless other tasks with unbelievable grace.
Each Sunday, Tammy, the boys, and I head to a church that continues to love yet challenge us at every step of the way, from Sunday School to choir to Bro. Jeff's message to the closing prayer.
Each Sunday night, Tammy and I are surrounded by the amazing discernment, love, and compassion of our small group members, making us both wish we were all teens again and could stay up late into the night to discuss the lesson and how God is speaking to each of us that night and in our lives.
Each Wednesday, we head to church to eat with our church family, share fellowship, and participate in choir and drama rehearsals and prepare for the celebration of our Savior's birth.
Every weekday, I have the opportunity to go to work and give 8+ hours to a great, great man who is the best boss I've ever had (and that's saying something, because I've had some great bosses) while working with some unbelievably talented people, and I've had the chance to do this for the last 12 years.
Every Friday I have the chance to teach speech - and who didn't know speech was my favorite subject? - to several students who are extremely impressive.
It's true, the future is very uncertain. I have absolutely no idea what becomes of me...us...come January. I'd be lying if I said that anxiousness, on occasion, wasn't beginning to rear its ugly head. But God continues to provide.
I love my life.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Less is more?
I'd love it if someone, anyone, could tell me how a bill increasing from $700B to $850B in the span of 4 days makes it a more attractive option to support.
Someday
Someday...
Someday soon, I won't have to fret over the future as much as I do right now.
Someday soon, I'll be able to relax at night.
Someday soon, I'll be able to retire all the "Resume Maker" jokes.
Someday soon, I'll be able to enjoy the electoral process again.
Someday soon, I'll be able to write about everything I'm thinking, but really wouldn't be a good idea right now.
Someday.
Someday soon, I won't have to fret over the future as much as I do right now.
Someday soon, I'll be able to relax at night.
Someday soon, I'll be able to retire all the "Resume Maker" jokes.
Someday soon, I'll be able to enjoy the electoral process again.
Someday soon, I'll be able to write about everything I'm thinking, but really wouldn't be a good idea right now.
Someday.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Starring Andrea Mitchell as Carmen San Diego
The speeches were awesome. The ideas and vision very well explained. But the highlight of the post-convention coverage from St. Paul last night was (MS)NBC's Andrea Mitchell on the floor of the RNC.
After Keith Olbermann, cable's own Great Satan, swtiched from Andrea to Tom Brokaw and Brian Williams, the kidding really picked up. Both mentioned how Mitchell was being attacked by "balloon wielding thugs", and Brokaw referred to Andrea as "Boom Boom Mitchell" for the rest of the night.
Whatever their politics, it was entertaining.
After Keith Olbermann, cable's own Great Satan, swtiched from Andrea to Tom Brokaw and Brian Williams, the kidding really picked up. Both mentioned how Mitchell was being attacked by "balloon wielding thugs", and Brokaw referred to Andrea as "Boom Boom Mitchell" for the rest of the night.
Whatever their politics, it was entertaining.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Shooting star
I normally stay away from political stuff on this blog; that's not what this is for...at least, not yet. However, I just thought she clubbed this speech to the moon & back. Ladies & gents, your next VP, the Honorable Sarah Palin.
The late, great Don LaFontaine
In honor of quite possibly the best announcing voice for ads I've ever heard, here's a great self-directed YouTube tribute to and by the late Don LaFontaine, who passed away late Monday night at the age of 68.
What mainstream media bias?
I defy ANYONE to tell me the media isn't biased. Anyone here think the folks at US Magazine haven't already cast their votes? Someone want to see the comparison covers of two of the most recent covers?
Come on...I'm waiting...TELL me the mainstream media's not biased. Come on...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Brandy's a Champion
I forgot our Colorado friend has a favorite...
If you look closely, you might see an angel flapping wildly suspecting that the music skipped about 7-8 measures...
If you look closely, you might see an angel flapping wildly suspecting that the music skipped about 7-8 measures...
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Storytime
On Thursday, I (Scott) will be honored to serve as the evening's entertainment for "Forever Young", Calvary's 50-and-up ministry group. I'll be sharing my testimony through story & song that night.
Now, for those of you who know me well, I'd be curious what stories you'd like me to share that you've heard me tell before...thoughts? Ideas? You can even tell me what songs you'd like me to sing, but that's a more personal deal and also dependent upon what my voice will do at that point. But as far as the stories...I'm an open book. Share your thoughts!
Now, for those of you who know me well, I'd be curious what stories you'd like me to share that you've heard me tell before...thoughts? Ideas? You can even tell me what songs you'd like me to sing, but that's a more personal deal and also dependent upon what my voice will do at that point. But as far as the stories...I'm an open book. Share your thoughts!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Looking ahead...and down
I've determined that when I die, this phrase will be placed on my tombstone:
"Get in the car."
Followed closely behind by:
"Where's your mother?"
"Get in the car."
Followed closely behind by:
"Where's your mother?"
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
The Human Bullet
No, this isn't about Olympic swimmers in speedos.
It's 3 AM...
...seriously, it's only 10:44 PM.
Tammy, doing a review of the troops, finds that David, our youngest for those who may not know otherwise, has marked tonight for his usual once-a-week trick. What our anal-rententive son will do, once we pray, kiss, hug, and leave the room, is get out of bed, make the bed, and even put the pillows and stuffed animals back into place on his bed. Then with some hidden slide rule and level, he will lay his security blankets over him in a manner that barely - yet completely - covers his legs and most of his upper body. It's like a human bullet has been placed on top of his completely and perfectly made bed.
The problem is, and again, say this with me, it's 10:44 PM.
He'll lay like that all night long - hands and arms virtually strapped down next to his body while he lays perfectly straight in the bed.
Jonathan, on the other hand, broken arm and all - and that's a story for another blog posting - is spread out on his bed like an oil slick in the ocean: arms, legs, and covers all over the blessed place.
It's never boring here.
It's 3 AM...
...seriously, it's only 10:44 PM.
Tammy, doing a review of the troops, finds that David, our youngest for those who may not know otherwise, has marked tonight for his usual once-a-week trick. What our anal-rententive son will do, once we pray, kiss, hug, and leave the room, is get out of bed, make the bed, and even put the pillows and stuffed animals back into place on his bed. Then with some hidden slide rule and level, he will lay his security blankets over him in a manner that barely - yet completely - covers his legs and most of his upper body. It's like a human bullet has been placed on top of his completely and perfectly made bed.
The problem is, and again, say this with me, it's 10:44 PM.
He'll lay like that all night long - hands and arms virtually strapped down next to his body while he lays perfectly straight in the bed.
Jonathan, on the other hand, broken arm and all - and that's a story for another blog posting - is spread out on his bed like an oil slick in the ocean: arms, legs, and covers all over the blessed place.
It's never boring here.
Pet Peeves
People, where are my manners? We haven't posted in a while...
Let me ease back into the swing of things here...
First, for those who are blogging or leaving comments on discussion boards, please let me implore you...it's "would have" or "would've", not "would of".
What kind of a mental chipmunk ever taught you the proper use of the written phrase was "would of"? Those two words don't even go together. I know that's how it's pronounced, but have you ever looked at Brett Favre's last name? Say it with me...FAV-RAY. Now, say it like it's pronounced: FARV. Yeah, ok. Some things are different in print.
Quickly, before I move on in my hit parade...Brett, you're what, 65 years old now? You've done this stupid little "gee, should I retire or not?" dance for the last 5-6 years in the offseason, you finally pull the trigger this year, and then when you up & decide you want to come back, after the Packers drafted another QB to back up Aaron Rodgers this fall and base their entire marketing emphasis this year on the fact that you're sitting at home in Baton Route or Tuscaloosa or Bugaloosa or wherever in the heck you live down south, you're surprised they're less-than-excited to hear you wanna come to training camp? Really? No, really? Because I'm not even affiliated with the Packers - or the NFL, in fact - and yet I had an idea they'd be miffed. You're really shocked? Really? Wow.
OK. Second, for my fine friends who work the window and 18th-century speaker system at Wendy's, could I please ask you to not interrupt me when I'm giving my order? Please let me finish, and all questions probably will be answered by the time I say, "And that's all." If not, please ask your questions then. This is true for our friends at Burger King as well, but I won't criticize them until they get out of their bath in the kitchen tub.
Finally, to our friends at Sonic. Look. All I'm ordering is a Route 44 coke, easy ice. That's it. I'm not ordering 45 BLTs or something. Just stick the foam cylinder under the red spigot and let 'er fly. Why do I need to wait - when I'm the only one in the parking lot, not to mention the line - for 5 minutes for a fountain drink? Do you not like me? Have I done something to offend you? It's a FOUNTAIN DRINK. This isn't rocket science.
Also, why does the price of a Route 44 change every time I come thru the line? I know prices are in a state of flux these days, but it changes more than my weight. Please keep it simple for stooges like me.
All for now, but it feels good to be back...
Let me ease back into the swing of things here...
First, for those who are blogging or leaving comments on discussion boards, please let me implore you...it's "would have" or "would've", not "would of".
What kind of a mental chipmunk ever taught you the proper use of the written phrase was "would of"? Those two words don't even go together. I know that's how it's pronounced, but have you ever looked at Brett Favre's last name? Say it with me...FAV-RAY. Now, say it like it's pronounced: FARV. Yeah, ok. Some things are different in print.
Quickly, before I move on in my hit parade...Brett, you're what, 65 years old now? You've done this stupid little "gee, should I retire or not?" dance for the last 5-6 years in the offseason, you finally pull the trigger this year, and then when you up & decide you want to come back, after the Packers drafted another QB to back up Aaron Rodgers this fall and base their entire marketing emphasis this year on the fact that you're sitting at home in Baton Route or Tuscaloosa or Bugaloosa or wherever in the heck you live down south, you're surprised they're less-than-excited to hear you wanna come to training camp? Really? No, really? Because I'm not even affiliated with the Packers - or the NFL, in fact - and yet I had an idea they'd be miffed. You're really shocked? Really? Wow.
OK. Second, for my fine friends who work the window and 18th-century speaker system at Wendy's, could I please ask you to not interrupt me when I'm giving my order? Please let me finish, and all questions probably will be answered by the time I say, "And that's all." If not, please ask your questions then. This is true for our friends at Burger King as well, but I won't criticize them until they get out of their bath in the kitchen tub.
Finally, to our friends at Sonic. Look. All I'm ordering is a Route 44 coke, easy ice. That's it. I'm not ordering 45 BLTs or something. Just stick the foam cylinder under the red spigot and let 'er fly. Why do I need to wait - when I'm the only one in the parking lot, not to mention the line - for 5 minutes for a fountain drink? Do you not like me? Have I done something to offend you? It's a FOUNTAIN DRINK. This isn't rocket science.
Also, why does the price of a Route 44 change every time I come thru the line? I know prices are in a state of flux these days, but it changes more than my weight. Please keep it simple for stooges like me.
All for now, but it feels good to be back...
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