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...
Monday, August 18, 2008
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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