blue mountain college

spoke at blue mountain college last night. it was fun being back at the old stomping grounds. what does that phrase mean? i don't really like that phrase. i don't like it when other people use it. it sounds stupid. old stomping grounds? that's dumb

its been a good week. celebrated 2 year anniversary, which was fun. decent night at church wednesday night. but, i have been a touch under the weather the past couple days. but i'll get over it. can't wait for school to end. speaking at a college monday, that'll be fun.

average looking guy

Yesterday, my wife was trying to be sweet to me. She was being all nice, and then she comes with the compliments, which is a good thing. And my wife is good at compliments. They make me feel great. But every now and then, she throws a compliment at me, and when you think about, it's not that great of a compliment. Here is an example:

"You are better looking than half the guys in this world." When you first here it, it sounds pretty nice, right? I mean, there's a lot of people in this world, and she says I'm better looking than half of them. But here's the thing; half the world also looks better than me. If you really think about it, she basically told me that I am the most average looking person in the world. I know she probably didn't mean it like that, but it sure is fun to tease her about it. holla.

school

school is like pulling teeth. it's awful. atleast this semester it has been. i've been so bored every monday. the classes are just not interesting. and, i feel like my whole monday is just a waste of time. it's as if i am wasting my life away every monday. but, in the end, i guess it'll be worth it. i'm glad it's over, and i'm not going to think about it again this week, except for right now. but after right now, i will not think of it any more. holla.

stupid blog

Well, I just typed out a nice, long blog, but it said that it failed to put it out on my blog space. I refuse to write it again. sorry.

nothing...

Had a good day yesterday. First priority was really good. worked in the office, then taught last night at church. don't feel like typing anymore, so thats it.

Baseball vs. Softball

Last night I went to watch a little league baseball game. It was fun. I was there to watch a teenager in my youth group play, his name is Caleb. He did well. He got one hit, and then he pitched and struck out his first batter. I left right after he struck out his first hitter.
I like watching little league baseball. You can tell they are all trying to act like the players in the big leagues. I could have swore I even saw one 13 year old chewing tobacco. And before the game I saw another little leaguer with a needle about to inject HGH (steroids) into his blood stream.
It's a calming game to watch. It's nice to just sit back, relax and watch a little ball. Watching baseball is relaxing. Now softball on the other hand...

It's much different. And I'm not talking about how it's mostly girls playing, and how they pitch underhand and the field is smaller. I'm fine with all of that. Those are not big differences. But the energy is totally different. There's a lot more chatter. They have all these chants that rhyme. And some of them were insulting to the other team. I will call this "poetic trash talk." And I loved it. Here is one that is popular (I am inserting team names to make it easier to read):

The Pink Flowers are Running Up the Hill
The Pink Flowers running up the hill,
Acting like they're gonna kill.
But when they see the Care Bears come,
They turn around and start to run.
To the left, to the left,
To the left, to the right.
To the left, to the left,
To the left, to the right.
Left to the right,Right to the left,
Stand up sit down,
fight, fight, fight!

I like that. Poetic trash talking. You see, the Pink Flowers think they are going to kill, but when they see the Care Bears coming, they turn into a panic and start running all over the place, because those Care Bears are scared and intimidated. They are scared because the Pink Flowers are ready to fight, fight, fight! That pumps me up. Here is another one. It is about a cemetary:

Welcome To the Cemetary
Welcome to the cemetary!(stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)
This is where you will be buried.(stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)
If you think you're gonna win,(stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)
Turn around and think again.(stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp)

Who new softball was so violent?! I would never want to play against this team. I think I would start crying if I saw a bunch of 12 year old girls yelling that at me. I don't want to go to the cemetary to be buried, I'm only 29! Sounds like a nightmare to me. They should make a scary movie about girls softball. It would be called, "The Field." I would definately go watch that one.

The energy of softball games is exciting, but I think I will stick with the relaxation of our national past time...

The worst thing about cold weather... COLD TOILETS :(

Let me preface this blog by saying I don't mind the Winter season. I actually kind of like it. I like watching the leaves turn different colors, watching plants die, and seeing how depressed everyone is because it's so cold. But seriously, I do enjoy the Winter season. It's a time to put on long, comfy clothes, spend time with family, watch people get sick because everyone is stuffed inside all the time, it's awesome! OK, for real this time, I like cold weather to a certain degree (no pun intended). It's a time for football, listening to people devote their life to a college sports team (which is really stupid because none of the coaches or the players know hardly who any of the fans really are and I can't believe people actually get depressed over a sport which should have no influence on whether or not I am happy, again, that is stupid) cleaning frost off my windsheild (which makes me late for work), and risking my life driving on icy roads is always an adventure. I don't mind all that. But one thing that is the absolute worst is:

The cold toilet. I can't stand those cold toilets. They freeze my buns off! Even if the heat is on, the toilet is always cold. I guess because they are connected to the cold pipes which run underground or through the attic or to the garage. I never look forward to pooping during the winter season. I always hold it as long as possible. And when I can't hold it any longer, I creep my way into the bathroom, and just before I sit, I take two deep breaths, and just go for it. It's the only way. It's similar to ripping off the band-aid. As Seinfeld said, "One motion - right off!!!" Then I get chill bumps all over my body. My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. It's no fun. But I make it. I don't mind everything else, but that cold toilet is the worst!