Loose Ends Vol. 1 No. 16

Our computer crashed on Friday and being unplugged for a few days has been kinda nice...
I took Taryn on Friday afternoon to have her senior portrait taken...those moments are so bittersweet...she wore my pearls and a big smile...
As I was sitting on my bed this morning, getting ready for work, Kaitlin walked through the bedroom and casually mentioned that she's looking forward to going back to school next month (just a little)... I fell off the bed.
I had the best tomato sandwich I've ever eaten this afternoon...and the best part was it was eaten with friends...
On Saturday night, we played one round of Uno for 2 hours and 20 minutes...one. stinkin. round.
Mark has decided that being called "a young guy" at almost 47 isn't so bad...


Life With Hayden: Teddy & Ben's Wild Adventure

photo credit: Leann Rigdon

This is what my kid does at church camp...
he dresses up like a Founding Father...

Along side his youth pastor, also known as Theodore Roosevelt, Hayden entered the camp's Patriotic Night costume contest...and won!

A pair of spectacles, a gray wig with a bald cap, a pair of size 14 dress shoes from the thrift store and some white tights...and bing-bam-boom...1st place and a $50 Chili's gift card...

He was very excited when he got home (he even pulled out the wig and wore it around the living room for about an hour), but I'm not quite sure his knowledge of Mr. Franklin is very vast...

He asked me later that night,"Benjamin Franklin is the president on the five dollar bill, right?"


Deb Van Gogh

I need to cut off my ear...

ok, not exactly...

I've been nursing an ear ache since last week, went to the doctor on Friday, and found out I have an ear canal infection...gross

and its all a little white piece of plastic's fault...

Kaitlin is home for the summer from college and with her came a dorm room full of stuff...
including these cute little things called ear buds.

Now being someone who is perpetually "behind the times" (our tv still has a dial) the fact that I don't have an ipod shouldn't surprise anyone...so when these cute little ear buds suddenly appeared on the coffee table, I thought, "let's jump into the 20th century and give these cute little ear buds a try!" (I know, its the 21st century).

So, I found one of the kids ipod and popped those cute little ear buds in my ears. And what did those cute little ear buds leave behind? A cesspool of cute little bacteria in my poor ear canal.

A few days later, I asked Kaitlin, "by the way, who's been wearing your ear buds besides you?"

and she looked at those cute little ear buds and said, "Those aren't mine. I found them on the sink counter in the dorm bathroom (home to about 48 girls), and I just forgot to turn them into lost and found before I left school."

I'm going back to 20th century...


Psalm 20

May the Lord answer you in the day of trouble!
May the name of the God of Jacob protect you!
May he send you help from the sanctuary
and give you support from Zion!
May he remember all your offerings
and regard with favor your burnt sacrifices!
May he grant you your heart's desire
and fulfill all your plans!
May we shout for joy over your salvation,
and in the name of our God set up our banners!
May the Lord fulfill all your petitions!
Now I know that the Lord saves his anointed;
he willanswer him from his holy heaven
with the saving might of his right hand.
Some trust in chariots and some in horses,
but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.
They collaspe and fall,
but we rise and stand upright.
O Lord, save the king!
May he answer us when we call.

Who Won???

*********We Have A Winner!!!*********
I'll get your B & N gift card and bookmarks to you asap!


What? It's Giveaway Time?

So I wrote a post about reading the other day (how I have gotten out the habit and how I was trying to jump back in) and it got me thinking about bookstores...I love bookstores.

Walking into a really good bookstore is a treat. I can get lost in a good one for hours. They make me feel almost, oh I don't know...collegiate. Weird, huh? Can't explain it really, I just get a notion to enroll in some classes, move into a dorm and go to a pep rally when I'm in one...

Anyway, most bookstores today are gift shops with a few aisles of books thrown in. But there are still a few good ones out there and so that brings me to...our Bookstore giveaway! Plus I'm giving away something I made...taking a risk here...you and me both...

so here's the giveaway...

(1) $25 Barnes & Noble Gift Card


(1) set of 6 beaded bookmarks

Here's what you need to do... leave a comment to the question, just one comment per person please (and if you leave a potty mouth comment a.k.a. leave a comment that is inappropriate, it'll get deleted--) and when time's up, I'll ask my math professor to equate the square root of...sorry, thought I was in the still in the bookstore...
I guess I'll just pick a number out of a hat...anyway...

The giveaway ends Sunday, July 19th at 5:00 p.m. Eastern
and the question you need to comment on?

"what is your favorite book?

(these questions just keep getting harder and harder!)

gotta go for now...the bonfire for the pep rally is starting soon, I really hope we beat State this year...


A "Tweet" Of Old

from John Wesley, January 1st, 1733

Love is the fulfilling of the law,
the end of the commandment.
It is not only "the first and great" command,
but all the commandments in one.
Whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure,
if there be any virtue,
if there be any praise,
they are all comprised in this one word,


I Need An Aspirin

The other day I was fuming...

over a hairbrush.

I woke up late (a ailment that comes upon me on Memorial Day and leaves on Labor Day) and in my rush to get ready to go to the office, I couldn't find my hairbrush (yeeeesss, I have a hairbrush). It was eventually found, but I'll get to that in a minute. First, the reason behind the disappearing hairbrush...

we have another ailment around our homestead...an ailment that causes grown women to stomp around the house like a raging bulls, looking for missing fill-in-the-blanks at 7:15 in the morning...but the carriers of this ailment are mostly adolescents...and this ailment has attached itself to our kids like a barnacle on a clam shell... it ain't going anywhere, anytime soon...

this particular ailment is know as "I didn't do it...I don't know how it got there...It wasn't me" or as its known by its medical name..."you-can't-prove-I-did-it-so-there's-no-way-I'm-going-to-confess-to-doing-it-itis".

the only symptom is...

parental personal items disappear and then reappear in adolescents bedrooms/bathroom

and when questioned, "who left the ____out? where is my____? how did ____end up here?"
the ailment suddenly appears...

"I didn't do it...It wasn't me..."
"I have no idea how your hairbrush ended up on the bathroom floor behind the toilet..."

maybe I need to call a doctor.


Two All Beef Patties, Special Sauce, Lettuce, Cheese...

This evening after church, while we were hanging out in the church foyer (years ago as a teenager, my hang out was a parking lot behind the local bowling alley...my, how times have changed), anyway, I talking with my friend Mary and I mentioned that the next subject I blogged about was going to revolve around Big Macs.

Tough subject, but someone needed to tackle it...

Big Macs and I go way back. All the way back to the days when the guy behind the counter had to wear a navy blue polyester pantsuit with white piping. And a paper hat. He kinda looked like Mrs. Partridge now that I think about it...

Big Macs were 99 cents and came in a tan styrofoam box back then. And to get one was a rare treat. Especially when you could get a small fry, a cheeseburger and a small drink for under a buck. And knowing that you would beg for a fry and a drink on top of having to pay a whole dollar for a hamburger with special sauce and half a bun in the middle, usually mom wouldn't go for it. And considering you only got to go to McDonald's twice a year, chances weren't good...

But once in awhile, you'd get one. And then you'd want the shirt...you know the one...the one that looked like a Big Mac but instead of a picture of lettuce, hamburger patties, etc. between the buns, you had the written ingredients of the Big Mac...including the 'special sauce' (psst...its ketchup and tartar sauce...don't tell).

Yes, those were the glory days of the Big Mac...now they cost 5 bucks and are half the size. And the only attention they've gotten lately is news report a couple of years ago about a dude out in Nebraska who has eaten 2 Big Macs a day for the last 20 years.

He eats 2 of them every. single. day.

Even I don't love Big Macs that much...well maybe a little.


Psalm 13

How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I take counsel in my soul
and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
lest my enemy say, "I have prevailed over him,"
lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.
But I have trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
because He has dealt bountifully with me.


This Morning

I have a pet sin I want to put down...a pet sin that comes around every so often, to the back door of my mind, where no one ever sees it. A pet sin I feed once in a while and scratch behind the ears. I hate this pet sin. And I want it gone.

As a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, one of my greatest struggles in the last 14 years has been having judgemental thoughts with a touch of legalism thrown into the mix. I heard someone once describe themselves as a "saved Pharisee" and I have to admit, it sounded familiar.

When I have a judgemental or legalistic thought, I hate it.
It's sinful.
And God hates it.

Before I became a Christian, I used to confuse legalism with tradition. I attended a denominational church for a dozen or so years and I found great comfort in the traditions and ceremonies found in our 100 year old sanctuary. Traditions and ceremonies have their place, but they aren't a replacement for a relationship. And after I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, I began to understand that. The idea of turning traditions and ceremonies into legalistic requirements for a relationship really was never the problem for me.

No, my legalism has manifested itself in a more judgemental way...

don't they see?...
how come they are?...
if they would only...
I bet they don't...
I wish they were...

I've stroked this pet sin in the dark...where no one can see it, hearing it's self-righteous and prideful purr...and it makes me sick. I'm embarrassed to write this. It hurts to acknowledge that I've had these thoughts about people I love. Those closest to me. And of course, these thoughts have occurred about people I don't know too. People who walk through your life, you meet for a moment and never know any more about them other than a first name.

So as I continue this fight against flesh, against thoughts that want to be petted and fed, I want this pet sin gone. From Him and you, I seek forgiveness and restoration, with a repentive and sorrowful heart.


A "Tweet"

from Ergun Caner on July 5th...

every building designed by God
(Tabernacle, Temple, YOU)
has three purposes:

Sacrifice (Grace)
Indwelling (Glory)
Worship (Gratitude)


Psalm 67

May God be gracious to us and bless us
amd make his face to shine upon us,
that your way may be known on earth,
your saving power among all nations.
Let the people be glad and sing for joy,
for you judge the peoples with equity
and guide the nations upon the earth.
Let the people praise you, O God;
let all the people praise you!
The earth has yielded its increase;
God, our God, shall bless us.
God shall bless us;
let all the ends of the earth fear him!



Fab Fourth Giveaway!!!

Ok, so everyone knows its 4th of July weekend and on this most patriotic of holidays, when most Americans are probably thinking back to the days of the 1776, our brave Founding Fathers, gathered at Independence Hall, fife and drum music playing softly in the distance and fireworks exploding in the nightime sky...

all I can think about is what we're gonna eat.

I've made my shopping list for the weekend and its beginning to look a lot like my childhood Christmas lists to Santa...big stars next to the really-want items. But instead of roller skates and a bike, now my big stars are next to potato salad and onion dip. And hot dogs.

And crunchy coleslaw.

And seafood salad.

Which brings me right to the television show, "Deadliest Catch" (smooth segway, I know). "Deadliest Catch" is about crab fishermen in Alaska and I'm addicted. Well, I'm not really addicted, I just like it alot. Alot alot. Anyway, around our homestead, no one else likes to watch it, even the guys say its boring (how can they say its boring? the waves, the boats, the crab, the waves, the boats, the crab...ok, maybe it is boring)

But I like it. And I like the 4th of July. And I like crab. And I like you.

So we're having a 4th of July/Deadliest Catch/Seafood Giveaway! Ahoy Mateys!!!

(doesn't make a whole lotta sense, but whatever, its fun!)

so, here's the giveaway...

(1) $25 Red Lobster Gift Card

Here's what you need to do... leave a comment to the question, just one comment per person please (and if you leave a potty mouth comment a.k.a. leave a comment that is inappropriate, it'll get deleted--) and when time's up, I'll cast out my crab pot and how ever many crab are in the pot...no, wait...my crab boat has a hole in it...
I guess I'll just pick a number out of a hat...anyway...

The giveaway ends Saturday, July 4th at 5:00 p.m. Eastern
and the question you need to comment on?

"what are you going to do this 4th of July?"
so hurry and get your comment in before time is up...
I'm outta here...I think the "Scariest Tuna" marathon is on soon!

A simple shopping story...

Her cart was dripping. The grocery cart she was pushing around the produce section of the big box store I had just entered was drippin...