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.
Friday, September 05, 2008
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...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
A worried, blinded eye
Tonight at choir practice, something Bryan Taylor said really convicted me deeply, though he doesn't even know it. He was talking about different types of sins we all probably commit, and he said, "worrying about your finances" as he spoke. I really don't know what he said after that, because what he said really stood out in my mind.
He's right - that is a sin. Human nature and the flesh cause us to worry, even though we're commanded otherwise. But in our case, if you're being prudent financially, everything's fine, and you're still worried, then you're doubting God's ability to work in your life and essentially making your finances an idol to be worshipped or at least focused upon for an unhealthy, inordinate amount of time.
My current job that I have right now ends in very early January, win, lose or draw. Ideally, another position will appear otherwise, either before or when that one ends. But I'm worried about that not because I want to simply have something to do outside of the house, but because I am worried about how we'll pay our bills once this job is over.
Not often do you sit in choir practice and get cut to the quick with a convicting statement. But it felt good. I've been praying that God would reveal Himself to us, showing us what He wants us doing and where He wants us to do it in the future. He most definitely revealed Himself to me tonight, but not in the manner I expected. But good, bad, or otherwise, feeling His presence in my life and showing me very quickly a point I needed to work on was a welcome moment, fleeting as though it may have been.
Now if I could only stop worrying about the Cards' lack of bullpen pitching...
He's right - that is a sin. Human nature and the flesh cause us to worry, even though we're commanded otherwise. But in our case, if you're being prudent financially, everything's fine, and you're still worried, then you're doubting God's ability to work in your life and essentially making your finances an idol to be worshipped or at least focused upon for an unhealthy, inordinate amount of time.
My current job that I have right now ends in very early January, win, lose or draw. Ideally, another position will appear otherwise, either before or when that one ends. But I'm worried about that not because I want to simply have something to do outside of the house, but because I am worried about how we'll pay our bills once this job is over.
Not often do you sit in choir practice and get cut to the quick with a convicting statement. But it felt good. I've been praying that God would reveal Himself to us, showing us what He wants us doing and where He wants us to do it in the future. He most definitely revealed Himself to me tonight, but not in the manner I expected. But good, bad, or otherwise, feeling His presence in my life and showing me very quickly a point I needed to work on was a welcome moment, fleeting as though it may have been.
Now if I could only stop worrying about the Cards' lack of bullpen pitching...
Friday, July 11, 2008
Silver Dollar City
Well, backtracking to about 6 weeks ago, we never got the chance to tell you about our trip to Branson. I hadn't been there in about 30 years or so - my memories were completely pre-tourism boom - and Tammy & the boys had never been there. So, when we got down there the Thursday of Memorial Day weekend, it was an awesome sight.
We stayed at the Grand Country Inn...not exactly the Plaza Suite, but with the indoor waterpark, the boys were in tall cotton. We barely had time to check in before our show at the Dixie Stampede. Probably anyone who's reading this blog that's been to the show knows it's essentially National Championship Rodeo meets Cirque du Soleil. Although Tammy said quite accurately the Cirque du Soleil folks don't have a 25-foot tall Dolly Parton singing "God Bless America" on a movie screen.
BTW, I finished the whole bird, folks. For those of you who've been there, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
And, to highlight the evening, Jonathan and David were two of the four chicken chasers for the night! Afterward, we headed back and let the boys experience the amazing indoor water park before hitting the sheets. Friday and Saturday we spent the days at Silver Dollar City - and I got sooooo drenched on the water toboggan ride - and the boys just loved "Fire in the Hole". We spent one night mini-golfing and another back at the hotel at the water park. It was here that I noticed the first of my two ear infections over the last month or so.
Yahoo.
Anyway, we shopped a little on Sunday and then headed back north. It was just a great, great time. Plenty of pics that we'll try to get posted soon, too.
More updates on the last few weeks when we get a chance.
Oh, and Brandy, I do remember when we used to blog. It was nice. You're right!
We stayed at the Grand Country Inn...not exactly the Plaza Suite, but with the indoor waterpark, the boys were in tall cotton. We barely had time to check in before our show at the Dixie Stampede. Probably anyone who's reading this blog that's been to the show knows it's essentially National Championship Rodeo meets Cirque du Soleil. Although Tammy said quite accurately the Cirque du Soleil folks don't have a 25-foot tall Dolly Parton singing "God Bless America" on a movie screen.
BTW, I finished the whole bird, folks. For those of you who've been there, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
And, to highlight the evening, Jonathan and David were two of the four chicken chasers for the night! Afterward, we headed back and let the boys experience the amazing indoor water park before hitting the sheets. Friday and Saturday we spent the days at Silver Dollar City - and I got sooooo drenched on the water toboggan ride - and the boys just loved "Fire in the Hole". We spent one night mini-golfing and another back at the hotel at the water park. It was here that I noticed the first of my two ear infections over the last month or so.
Yahoo.
Anyway, we shopped a little on Sunday and then headed back north. It was just a great, great time. Plenty of pics that we'll try to get posted soon, too.
More updates on the last few weeks when we get a chance.
Oh, and Brandy, I do remember when we used to blog. It was nice. You're right!
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
My evening with Michael
Finally, many weeks late & overdue, here's a picture of a balding me and my voice-crush, Michael English, after his May concert in O'Fallon. Just an amazing voice and an amazing testimony of his faith in Christ and true, tangible redemption.
If you've not gotten a chance to read his book, "The Prodigal Comes Home", give it a read. It's just a fantastic book.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Revival in the land
Yes, it's late, but I can't sleep. My ear feels like it's going to come thru the side of my head (this is Scott, btw), so I thought I'd be a bit productive and type an entry from the comfort of my bed.
Just the mental image each of you needed, eh?
I'll wait while you go slaughter some hogs to get the image of me in bed out of your collective minds.
Anyway, I was pretty miserable this morning w/my ear, so I didn't get to listen to Bro. Jeff's sermon in person this morning. From what I hear, like others we've missed because of vacations, I'll want to catch it later this week once it's posted online.
He spoke again on revival...not the normal type of church revival we think of at the first mention of the word. Not a three to five day revival with pot lucks we see at church and that - if we're lucky in modern-day society - 50% of any given church body will attend. No - this was a personal revival. He brought the base of that message last week, and this week he apparently expounded upon it even more in depth.
I want to hear this sermon.
You see, I remember where I was this time last year in my walk. Struggling, confused & conflicted between our desire to really be fed and grow in our walk versus my flesh's desire to not admit defeat, not admit that things weren't hunky-dorie where we were attending at the time, and not admit that - for my family's spiritual health and for mine - we needed to leave where we were attending at the time and go elsewhere.
Flash forward to the first part of July in 2008.
Am I where I need to be spiritually? Not even close. Am I satisfied with my walk with Christ? Not even close. Am I satisfied with my prayer life? Time in His Word?
Not even close. I am, as I have been in the past, a miserable failure to what I should be.
But I sense a closeness with Jesus I've not felt in a great while. We have a great desire to be at church, to fellowship with our fellow believers, to hear Bro. Jeff and to dig deep, deep, deep into the Word to see what truths God is preparing to reveal to each of us. This morning when I couldn't get my ear settled down enough to go, there was a longing in my heart to be there, knowing God's spirit and His truths were being revealed for all those in attendance. Tonight at our small group, we really began to dig in to experiencing God around us in a church fellowship, talking more about the call in 1 Corinthians 12 to rejoice and suffer with others in the church body; not just in a surface, disconnected way, but fully joined as a body of believers should be. I long for these moments - to rejoice, suffer, and share with my brothers and sisters in Christ like never before.
So while I am a miserable failure in what I believe I should be, I can feel revival coming. It's coming indeed. And I'm more excited than I've been in a long, long time.
Now, if I could only find something to ease the swelling in the right side of my head...perhaps Preparation H down my eartube?
Come now. You didn't think I'd just end it on a serious note, did you? :)
Just the mental image each of you needed, eh?
I'll wait while you go slaughter some hogs to get the image of me in bed out of your collective minds.
Anyway, I was pretty miserable this morning w/my ear, so I didn't get to listen to Bro. Jeff's sermon in person this morning. From what I hear, like others we've missed because of vacations, I'll want to catch it later this week once it's posted online.
He spoke again on revival...not the normal type of church revival we think of at the first mention of the word. Not a three to five day revival with pot lucks we see at church and that - if we're lucky in modern-day society - 50% of any given church body will attend. No - this was a personal revival. He brought the base of that message last week, and this week he apparently expounded upon it even more in depth.
I want to hear this sermon.
You see, I remember where I was this time last year in my walk. Struggling, confused & conflicted between our desire to really be fed and grow in our walk versus my flesh's desire to not admit defeat, not admit that things weren't hunky-dorie where we were attending at the time, and not admit that - for my family's spiritual health and for mine - we needed to leave where we were attending at the time and go elsewhere.
Flash forward to the first part of July in 2008.
Am I where I need to be spiritually? Not even close. Am I satisfied with my walk with Christ? Not even close. Am I satisfied with my prayer life? Time in His Word?
Not even close. I am, as I have been in the past, a miserable failure to what I should be.
But I sense a closeness with Jesus I've not felt in a great while. We have a great desire to be at church, to fellowship with our fellow believers, to hear Bro. Jeff and to dig deep, deep, deep into the Word to see what truths God is preparing to reveal to each of us. This morning when I couldn't get my ear settled down enough to go, there was a longing in my heart to be there, knowing God's spirit and His truths were being revealed for all those in attendance. Tonight at our small group, we really began to dig in to experiencing God around us in a church fellowship, talking more about the call in 1 Corinthians 12 to rejoice and suffer with others in the church body; not just in a surface, disconnected way, but fully joined as a body of believers should be. I long for these moments - to rejoice, suffer, and share with my brothers and sisters in Christ like never before.
So while I am a miserable failure in what I believe I should be, I can feel revival coming. It's coming indeed. And I'm more excited than I've been in a long, long time.
Now, if I could only find something to ease the swelling in the right side of my head...perhaps Preparation H down my eartube?
Come now. You didn't think I'd just end it on a serious note, did you? :)
Saturday, July 05, 2008
We're baaaack!
Our 114th post, and it sure took a while.
The last month and a half has been a whirl, and we apologize for not getting on here sooner to try to explain...why we haven't been on here sooner.
Right after the Michael English concert (and we still owe our faithful readers a photo of Scott with Michael, btw), we had David's kindergarten graduation, followed by a Memorial Day vacation to Branson - more on all of these things later, btw.
Then, ball games for both boys started up, and Scott developed a pretty serious ear infection from allergies. Then...the flood. Scott worked over 21 straight days on the flooding, running from Alexandria to Clarksville and points in between each day to make sure all the towns had enough volunteers, national guard troops, sandbags, pumps, and anything else they might need.
Then...Scott developed (in the last few days) another ear infection in the OTHER ear. He may be heading toward the downward slope on that one.
All this time, Tammy was busy working during her busy period and also getting ready for the Homeschool Co-ops upcoming year. She also organized all the ballgames for Jonathan's team (which Scott was coaching), making sure the parents knew the times, dates, and places for each of the games as well as coordinating snacks & drinks and all the rainout games as well. It's been a busy, busy last 30-45 days.
But, now you get to hear about it in full detail. Things seem to be calming down, and that means you get so much more of us.
Yay for you!
More soon.
The last month and a half has been a whirl, and we apologize for not getting on here sooner to try to explain...why we haven't been on here sooner.
Right after the Michael English concert (and we still owe our faithful readers a photo of Scott with Michael, btw), we had David's kindergarten graduation, followed by a Memorial Day vacation to Branson - more on all of these things later, btw.
Then, ball games for both boys started up, and Scott developed a pretty serious ear infection from allergies. Then...the flood. Scott worked over 21 straight days on the flooding, running from Alexandria to Clarksville and points in between each day to make sure all the towns had enough volunteers, national guard troops, sandbags, pumps, and anything else they might need.
Then...Scott developed (in the last few days) another ear infection in the OTHER ear. He may be heading toward the downward slope on that one.
All this time, Tammy was busy working during her busy period and also getting ready for the Homeschool Co-ops upcoming year. She also organized all the ballgames for Jonathan's team (which Scott was coaching), making sure the parents knew the times, dates, and places for each of the games as well as coordinating snacks & drinks and all the rainout games as well. It's been a busy, busy last 30-45 days.
But, now you get to hear about it in full detail. Things seem to be calming down, and that means you get so much more of us.
Yay for you!
More soon.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Michael English in Concert
Tammy calls it a "man-crush", but it's really more of a "voice-crush". Nonetheless, last night Tammy gave me my birthday present early as she took me to the Michael English concert at First Baptist in O'Fallon.
Full disclosure - I had mentioned this a couple of times to Tammy, but she sprang into action on this little surprise far before I realized he was going to be there, apparently. She got the tickets, got the sitter, and off we went. A meal at the Macaroni Grill and a stroll around the Mid Rivers Mall later, and we were at First Baptist for the concert.
Wow. I read recently where someone said Michael "used to be" at his prime, voice-wise. I don't know what these people were listening to, because he let it all hang out last night, even while fighting the springtime allergies that we face - he told a great story of being on tour w/Avalon, and during a break in the tour, he went home, mowed his lawn, and was fighting the sniffles and gunk for the rest of the tour. Just a fantastic voice - he hasn't lost a step. Period.
Wow. I read recently where someone said Michael "used to be" at his prime, voice-wise. I don't know what these people were listening to, because he let it all hang out last night, even while fighting the springtime allergies that we face - he told a great story of being on tour w/Avalon, and during a break in the tour, he went home, mowed his lawn, and was fighting the sniffles and gunk for the rest of the tour. Just a fantastic voice - he hasn't lost a step. Period.
And no, we didn't get out of there without him doing my two favorite songs of his - In Christ Alone as the last song of the concert, and I Bowed on My Knees & Cried Holy as his encore.
Anyway, Michael did a few songs from his new CD, The Prodigal Comes Home, and he talked a great deal about his life's testimony, explained more fully in his book of the same name. To say Michael has an amazing story of redemption to tell is an understatement.
It was a tremendously appropriate night - First Baptist was celebrating their one-year anniversary of Celebrate Recovery, a Christian-based recovery program for addiction, co-dependency, or other similar obstacles. I told Tammy on the way home that, after having read Michael's book, I can't think of anyone who God has led through more addiction-related issues than Michael, and he's back home again - his entire message of the evening was that no matter who you are or what issues you have or are fighting thru right now, there's always a seat at God's table reserved for you. Great message, and just a fantastic concert.
Oh, and yes...to think I got out of there without a pic with Michael would've been just crazy talk, eh? Later, I'll post a photo Tammy took of Michael & me together at the autograph/meeting table. I only got a couple of minutes with him, but wow. Just a tremendously humble man who's really served as a blessing to so many, now more than ever.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Mother's Day Moment
Our church played this toward the beginning of the service yesterday (Sunday - Mother's Day). We thought it was so funny, we'd share it with you here:
Ah, who doesn't love Mother's Day?
Ah, who doesn't love Mother's Day?
Friday, May 09, 2008
My dinner with Roger
I think we all know how deeply I love Roger Clemens (ahem). How I chanted his name - fully in support, of course (Ahem) - during the 2004 & 2005 playoff series with my Cardinals, and how I firmly believe (AHEM) his claims that he's not ever, ever taken any performance-enhancing drugs.
But I digress.
The best quote I've read on his current situation:
Jeff Schultz, from today's Atlanta Journal-Constitution: "The monthly meeting of 'Women Who Haven’t Slept with Roger Clemens' will meet this evening at Applebees. A table for six has been reserved."
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Quote of the Day
Jamal Simmons, second from the left in the above-referenced photo, on CNN, discussing the hypotheticals in the Democratic race for President:
"Everyone keeps talking about 'If this happened for Hillary Clinton' and 'If that happened'...well, if my aunt had a certain male appendage, she'd be my uncle."
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Straight up, she's nuts
Admittedly, I'm not an American Idol watcher. I usually just watch the auditions (what I affectionately refer to as the "train wreck round"), and then I'll glance at an episode here & there over the next few weeks. For example, last week they had Andrew Lloyd Webber come work with the contestants...which would be like Mario Andretti working with me on how to steer a cart at Wal-Mart, but I digress.
Anyway, last night Tammy and I were flipping channels and sat on that for a few minutes. After the contestants had each performed one - one, mind you - song, the judges were asked for their group assessments. Dawg Randy Jackson had a quick synopsis, and then they turned it over to the Mistress of Zen, Paula Abdul.
Sweet heavens.
If she's not nuts - certifiably - then I'll eat this computer.
First, she said it was hard for her to write stuff down about the contestants, muttering something unintelligible about the darkness of the studio.
Uhm, Paula, I saw a few minutes of the show; people in the first few rows could've read a book during the performances, the lights were so bright. I'm not sure, but I think there was a surgeon performing an operation just in front of the judges' desk.
Then, she made all of us who think she doesn't know what day it is really, really proud. While commenting on one of the contestants, she said, "The first song I loved hearing your lower register, which we never really hear. The second song, I felt like your usual charm wasn't...it was missing for me, it kind of left me a little empty. And the two songs made me feel like you're not fighting hard enough to get into the top four.''
Here's the problem.
They'd each only performed one song.
Then she told them, "I thought you performed two songs!"
Nice.
I always knew Paula was a space alien, but now she's a time traveler as well. Wonderful!
I knew there was a reason I didn't watch that show. We flipped to some HGTV show right after that grease fire.
Anyway, last night Tammy and I were flipping channels and sat on that for a few minutes. After the contestants had each performed one - one, mind you - song, the judges were asked for their group assessments. Dawg Randy Jackson had a quick synopsis, and then they turned it over to the Mistress of Zen, Paula Abdul.
Sweet heavens.
If she's not nuts - certifiably - then I'll eat this computer.
First, she said it was hard for her to write stuff down about the contestants, muttering something unintelligible about the darkness of the studio.
Uhm, Paula, I saw a few minutes of the show; people in the first few rows could've read a book during the performances, the lights were so bright. I'm not sure, but I think there was a surgeon performing an operation just in front of the judges' desk.
Then, she made all of us who think she doesn't know what day it is really, really proud. While commenting on one of the contestants, she said, "The first song I loved hearing your lower register, which we never really hear. The second song, I felt like your usual charm wasn't...it was missing for me, it kind of left me a little empty. And the two songs made me feel like you're not fighting hard enough to get into the top four.''
Here's the problem.
They'd each only performed one song.
Then she told them, "I thought you performed two songs!"
Nice.
I always knew Paula was a space alien, but now she's a time traveler as well. Wonderful!
I knew there was a reason I didn't watch that show. We flipped to some HGTV show right after that grease fire.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Classless
Yesterday, I taught what might be one of my last speech classes - depending upon how many sign up for the June mini-term class. Because we don't know what type of schedule I'll be under in the fall with my job...not to mention if we will be here or otherwise...I just thought it to be the height of irresponsibility if I accepted a contract to teach in the fall. So, I voluntarily removed myself from the adjunct faculty roster at the college this fall. If they'll take me, and Lord willing in where we land, I may very well step back into the role in the spring of '09. But that's for another day.
That was really painful. Last night we had one of my classes over for an end-of-year party, and after they left, some of my students from previous years' classes stuck around until the wee hours of the morning. It was some of the most fun Tammy & I have had in a long time.
I love my students. I love teaching. It helps keep me young to be around the collegiate setting. I only hope I was able to give back to them the same joy and fun that they gave to me. This fall will be the first time in years that I haven't had a hand in the college ranks. Tammy and I used to be the college Sunday School teachers at our previous church, and then I went from teaching at church to also teaching on campus. It'll take a little getting used to, but I'm looking forward to being able to return someday. It's been more fun than a human should be allowed to have!
That was really painful. Last night we had one of my classes over for an end-of-year party, and after they left, some of my students from previous years' classes stuck around until the wee hours of the morning. It was some of the most fun Tammy & I have had in a long time.
I love my students. I love teaching. It helps keep me young to be around the collegiate setting. I only hope I was able to give back to them the same joy and fun that they gave to me. This fall will be the first time in years that I haven't had a hand in the college ranks. Tammy and I used to be the college Sunday School teachers at our previous church, and then I went from teaching at church to also teaching on campus. It'll take a little getting used to, but I'm looking forward to being able to return someday. It's been more fun than a human should be allowed to have!
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