The Silent Treatment

That’s what I’ve been giving you for the last few months. And it’s been on purpose.

I didn’t do it to hurt you. Actually, I did it to keep from hurting you.

You see, I have been hurting for the past few months, and I recognize that hurting people hurt other people. So, I went silent in an attempt to not hurt anyone – intentionally or otherwise.

I’m glad to say that I am on the upside of the healing process, and feel as though I can communicate again without pain and anger coming out.

It feels good to be back. Thanks for being patient with me.

This song….

Makes me miss Jamaica.

And Red Stripe. Hooray Beer!

And Ting.

And Reggae music.

And omelets w/ a plate of bacon and a plate of fresh pineapple.

Time for a vacation.

PS. If anyone knows where to get Ting locally, please let me know.

The Church of No People

I’ve been following The Church of No People for a few months now, and I like what they have to say. It’s funny and insightful. The premise is what would you do or say if it wasn’t about the people, but about God.

So check them out. See what you think. If you need a little more persuasion, they’re giving away a chance to win a book, Chick-fi-A and a t-shirt, so it’s a win-win-win-win.

Don’t say I never do anything for you.

Vacation Bible School Quote of the Day

This interaction occurred from stage last night at Power Surge. (Our version of VBS)

Me: What’s in the bag?

Worker: Ding-dongs.

Kids: <hilarious laughter>

The association will be voting on our removal tomorrow night.

Things that should cease to exist

There are several things I’ve noticed lately that should cease to exist. They include:

• Yellow Starburst
• Crocs
• Jon and Kate Plus 8 (seriously. enough.)
• Vanity plates (“LIL SXY” is neither little, nor sexy.)
• Clothes for dogs
• Shoes for newborns
• Girl jeans for boys
• Psychics and those who call into their radio shows
• Anything labelled as “diet” or “lowfat”
• Parking spaces for compact cars
• Liver

I’m working on a “Things that need to exist” list for next week.

Until then, what have I missed?

Thursday in Bullets

Good morning, world! Happy Thursday. Here’s a few random things in my head right now:

• Joshua is learning that being a stunt man is hard work. That is evident by the four large bandages covering what used to be skin.
• KFC chocolate cake is unbelievably good. But their chickens seem to have shrunk. Perhaps I have grown.
• Is it just me, or is every hitman an undercover cop? If I ever need to whack somebody, I’m doing it myself. Right after I become an undercover cop.
• My wifestarted blogging. The world will officially end tomorrow. So hurry up and check it out.
• I want a flats boat. I’m buying an AC instead. Seems fair.
• While eating boiled peanuts, I lost one. I found it when it rolled down my leg while at the urinal. Let’s just say it’s a good thing I was at the urinal.

What’s going on in your head right now?

667 – The Sequel

A few weeks ago I wrote this post about my six-hundred and sixty-sixth comment. I asked if anyone freaks out about that number or not. The three of you that commented didn’t freak about it, it was just a number.

I could care less about the number, but I think we need to be careful not to be too quick to dismiss supernatural things. If we give something enough focus and attention, it can become powerful. Just ask the media.

BTW – I believe the data is skewed, since the 663 people who are freaked out by the number-which-shall-not-be-spoken wouldn’t dare comment on a post about 25.806975 squared.

(Did you see what I did there with the numbers? 3 comments, 663 didn’t? 25.806975×25.806975? Clever.)

Stupid Song Lyrics

OK, I know I said I was attempting to be more positive, but stay with me. I love UB40 and I love this song. As long as I don’t dwell on the lyrics.

You got a smile so bright
You know you could have been a candle
I`m holding you so tight
You know you could have been a handle
The way you swept me off my feet
You know you could`ve been a broom
And babe you smell so sweet
You know you could`ve been some perfume
(Chorus)
(Well you could of been anything that you wanted to
I can tell
The way you do the things you do )
As pretty as you are
You know you could`ve been a flower
If good looks were minutes
You know you could have been an hour
The way you stole my heart
You know you could have been a crook
And baby your so smart
You know you could have been a school book
(Chorus)
You make my life so rich
You know you could`ve been some money
And baby you`re so sweet
You know you could have been some honey
(Chorus)

There’s nothing like comparing a girl to a broom or a school book. Seriously. I’m pretty sure I wrote that for Heidi Whatshername in fourth grade on the back of my notebook.

What are some stupid song lyrics you’ve heard?

Happy Birthday to…..

…me! Today’s my birthday. Now, before you drop everything to head out and buy me a gift, hear me out.

In honor of my birthday, I want you to do something for someone else. It’s kinda like an unbirthday.

Here’s the deal: Write a letter to someone you care about letting them know how much you care.

I bought three journals, one for each of my kids. The plan is to journal my thoughts about them as they grow up. Then, if and when I’m gone, they have a personalized collection of memories from me. I’m a bit behind the gun with Joshua, but better late than never.

I’m not asking you to go and get a journal, just set down with pen and paper and let someone know how much you care.

(Unless you were getting me a flats boat. In that case forget the letter and go get the boat.)

Kindness is Contagious

I’ve been attempting to be more positive lately, which probably explains my lack of blogging. Yesterday, however, I had an experience to share with you, my three loyal fans.

There’s an older couple in the neighborhood, and the husband had a stroke a few years ago. He gets around in an electric wheelchair, and his wife takes care of him. I’ve noticed her on the riding mower since the beginning of the summer, but the edging and weed-eating wasn’t being done. Knowing how the husband used to keep his yard before the stroke, I decided to go over and take care of the details that she was unable to. Now every time I cut my grass, I edge and weed-eat their yard.

Until yesterday.

I head over with my edger to discover it appears to have been done. I just thought I did a good job the last time and proceeded to edge. Then I heard someone yelling at me over the edger and the headphones. It was another neighbor. She informed me that she had just done that Tuesday, and that she would continue to do that every Tuesday. I explained what I had been doing, and she told me not to worry about it. It appears she is off during the summer, and she had been in a similar situation herself with a sick child, and this was her way to give back.

Call it karma, paying it forward, reaping what you sow, or whatever you want. I call it a W-I-N. A need is being met, and it’s spread to another person. And now I’m freed up to help someone else.

Kindness is contagious, and I have a few tips for catching and spreading it.

• Determine what you have to offer. (yard work, cleaning, transportation, etc…)
• Find someone with a need.
• Do it and do it well. Better than you would do for yourself. (Go the extra mile.)
• If offered, don’t take any money for your time, only materials. (gas, paint, etc…)
• If someone offers to help, give it away and move on.

Kindness is contagious. Start spreading it!