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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

7 Reasons Why Todd Cries

An article title on msn.com popped up on my email homepage entitled, Seven reasons babies cry and how to soothe them. Interesting. So I click on the title and realize that a few of the reasons babies cry are some of the very reasons I cry. Some aren't. But I've put together a list of my seven in no particular order:

I'm Hungry (same as baby) - In addition to getting crabby, I've been known to whine and complain... and stomp my feet... in my head.

I Don't Feel Good (same as baby) - Yup, I'm not proud of it, but I've laid on the couch or in bed curled up under the covers whining to whoever will listen about how bad my throat hurts... not proud of it... but it has happened and will happen again.

I Want To Be Held (similar to baby) - Guys... wait. Married guys, you all know what I'm talking about. There have been nights where I've wanted to... well, where I've wanted to just... cuddle. But it doesn't happen. So I take a deep sigh. Roll over heavily. And go to sleep disappointed... what did you think I was talking about!?

Cubs Are Below 500 - This year it's been a non-stop cry-fest.

Bad Apple Pies from McDonalds - It's a huge let down when I open up my box of apple pies to only find out the crust is burned, the pie is old or there's hardly any filling in the middle. And there's one particular McDonalds I won't go to just for that reason. Every time I've ordered apple pies, they've been horrible.

Staining A Piece of Clothing - There's hardly anything worse than going out somewhere only to find out that something I'm wearing, either has a stain on it, or getting a stain on it that night. I'm better than I use to be. But deep inside I still want to put everything on hold and race back home to change. I HATE wearing clothes with stains on them. HATE it.

Weddings - Well... specifically, Dog the Bounty Hunter's wedding. It was just so... well... so touching to watch him float on a wooden raft in his all-white suit with his sunglasses and mullet. I'm tearing up just typing it.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Random in the Dells

As we were taking photos, waiting for Adam and Becky and the other kids to arrive back at the hotel, this random kid decides to meander in our shot. Carter literally doesn't know he's behind him. Tyler, well, Tyler knows who belongs and who doesn't belong. We later learn that his parents are in the middle of "checking" in – thus, not "checking" on their kid.

Just before this shot, we finished up eating at one of the great pizza shops in the WORLD, called Unos. Ok, that may be an over statement. Let's just say, the world – lowercase. In any case, the adults decide that everyone gets treats after dinner. And in deciding where to go, we literally have a full conversation between two vehicles in the parking lot on making the decision to have a treat and where to go to have the treat by spelling out every word. I think we created a new language called, splanguage, where you talk in s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g. I guess that's what happens when you have two car loads of kids who know what the word "treat" means but can't yet spell.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Weekend At The Dells



You. Me. Pool. Now.



This looks like fun!



Whoaaaaaaa!



I can't see. I can't see.



Look at me. I here!



Three amigos!



Are my legs suppose to be able to spread this far?



It's Oreo time.



Dude. You wanna take a drink?



What's up with the elephant behind me?



Typical photo. Tyler laughing and showing off. Carter sitting and staring.



Not sure where Adam and Jacob are. But they should be in this shot too.



And... out!

Monday, August 21, 2006

Wipe Out

This past weekend, Jami, Carter and myself got to spend three days in the Wisconsin Dells with some of the best people on the planet. It was a blast to take a much needed time out with our best friends, the Callenders, and the McMullens. Here's a quick taste of what our weekend was like. I'll have more photos and stories to tell in the next couple of days.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Communion with Team Mexico

Tonight was Communion at GCC. Most of the team that went to Mexico got a chance to serve it to about 1,000 people. This ranks near the top of my list. It was a giant priveledge to look person after person in the eye and speak life into them. My role was to serve the cup. So I had the opportunity to remind person after person, "This is Christ's blood shed for you." What an experience. What an honor to be able to remind people of Jesus' sacrifice. What an honor to do it with a team of high caliber individuals whom I had the chance to serve with in Mexico.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Huh?

In the last week I've been called confusing and mysterious... not sure what that means. Is it good? Is it bad? Is it true? I don't know.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

All Gloved Up

Check out Carter's new Body Glove swim training float suit. WARNING: This is not a lifesaving device. DO NOT leave child unattended while in use. Thanks for the warning. We'll keep that in mind.




Monday, August 07, 2006

Sand In My Crack

Jami and I bought 250 pounds of sand for Carter to play in. Some of it got in his hair. Some of it went in his mouth. And some of it went – well, you'll have to guess where else some of the sand went.







Sunday, August 06, 2006

Ding-a ding-a ding ding ding ding ding

You are looking at THE WORST chinese food – EVER. I love chinese food. But I've found that there are only a few really good ones. In the whole Indiana/Michigan area we live in, I've only found two or three. So, I really hate trying out new places. We recently found a pretty good one really close by our home. But this past Friday, I found out as I walked into the joint that the ownership changed just two days prior. That itself made me question whether or not I should place an order or go. I decided to order anyway. What the heck, I was already there. Usually when I place an order at one of our good chinese joints, the person taking the order speaks in broken english and yells the order to the chef in chinese. I should have known I was not going to like the food when the person taking the order spoke better english than I did, wrote my order down in english, and then gave it to the chef who happened to be hispanic. When I got the food home, the chicken had a health foody taste, the sauce wasn't spicy and the fried rice wasn't really fried rice. It was white rice browned by a little soy sauce. Needless to say, neither Jami or myself finished our food. I did learn a few good lessons, stick with the good chinese place you know - even if you have to drive 15 minutes out of the way, and leave right away if the order-taker speaks better english than you do. This food was Ding-a ding-a ding ding ding ding crap!



Saturday, August 05, 2006

Free at last. Free at last.

Thank God almighty, we are free at last. Today 11:14 a.m. I took our dog Roxi and dropped her off at the Humane Society. I know that I'll be thought of as cruel by some people. But, oh well. It was time. I actually wanted to do it way earlier than today. But I held out because I wasn't sure that Jami wanted to keep her or not. But now that she's pissing in the house, Jami said it's time. Jami and I thought we were "dog people". But, um, no, we're not. I mean, if the dog didn't shed, piss in the house, if I didn't have to take her out multiple times a day, if I didn't have to worry about stepping in poop... we might be dog people. But we're not. Plus, it is a good time to get rid of her. Carter is only 19 months old and won't miss her at this age. So, Roxi's gone and we're free. Don't worry too much, the Humane Society had a sign up stating that they have the highest adoption rate in the Michiana area... but I did have to sign under this statement:
I, the undersigned hereby agree, that I relinquish all rights and further information regarding the above named animal or animals and agree they shall be disposed of at the discretion of the Humane Society of St. Joseph County.
Did they just say "disposed of?"

Friday, August 04, 2006

Corny














Carter's latest as he chows on some corn!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Get 2 Step'n

I love this photo. I've never been there, but I love how the stairs lead up to the beaming light. It's just a cool shot. It looks like if you made it to the top, you'd be surrounded by it. Thing is, it can't happen unless you get to the top. And you can't get to the top unless you take steps in that direction. You have to make the decision move and take that
next step.
So here's the deal. I'm feeling like I'm at a crossroads since returning from Mexico – feeling like there's a next step for me. Truth is, I've been feeling that for a few months, and it was confirmed in Mexico during our first worship time on Saturday. I'm usually not one that gets "freaky God spoke to me" kind of person. And I really don't want to be dramatic. But it was like God gave his "God-nudge" and said, "it's time." It's time to change your old worn out walking shoes and lace up some new cross-trainers. It's time to renew your vision of who "I AM" is and renew your vision of what "I AM" has called you to be. It's time to renew your vision of what "I AM" is asking you to do. That's what hit me the first night in Mexico this year.
At this point I don't know what that looks like. I don't know what all that means. I do know that it's a process and that I'm praying that God will clue me in on what he has in store. And I do know that if I want to make it to the top to be surrounded by the light, I have to do my part and keep taking steps toward that direction.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Storms A Brew'n

It's 11:04 p.m. And the county above ours has a severe thunderstorm warning. We live 100 feet from that county, so you could say that we have a warning as well. I usually like watching storms roll into our area. But not at night... because I can't see them roll in. As a result, if we have a severe storm warning, I can't get to sleep. I'm usually up flipping through the channels between our local stations and the Weather Channel as I rock back and forth in a fetal position. And it gets worse if the radar picks up rotation in the storms. So, I've got to go. I've got to lay out shoes, break out the flash light and get into position on the floor to monitor the weather.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Working It

I'm loving the look on people's faces at work when I tell them what happened during my week in Mexico. Some have a dumb-founded look, others have the tell-me-more look, still others have the that's-great-what-you-did-but I-couldn't-do-that look. I'm loving it. If my calculations are correct, I spent about two hours yesterday at work vision casting and telling the story of the Revolution that's going on down in Monterrey. Today, it continues with the sharing of the screensaver of photos I put on my computer. There will be more sharing, story telling, at work and here. All right, who's next... hey Bill... wait up. I've got something to show you... check this out...