what do you want for a snack
Sydney: “I want popcorn and ice cream."
Mama: “How about one or the other."
Sydney: “No, I think I want both.”
Sydney: “I want popcorn and ice cream."
Mama: “How about one or the other."
Sydney: “No, I think I want both.”
Burnt up a big brush pile in my back yard last night. Why is there so much pleasure to be had watching a big pile of sticks burn? Especially in the dark.
I like the “Cook’s Special."
Probably going to need a ride an extra twenty minutes on the bike tomorrow morning—I ate a whole small pizza myself tonight. Man, it was good.
This is my 200th post on this blog.
Big woop. Check out my nephew Calvin’s blog. He’s got like 8 gazillion posts and he’s only 9.
Let’s hope it never comes to this.
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“If you abide in My word [hold fast to My teachings and live in accordance with them], you are truly My disciples. And you will know the Truth, and the Truth will set you free.” Jesus, John 8:31-32
Tony Horton says something like the same thing. If you DO what I’m telling you, you’re a real student of muscle confusion. THEN you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
I watched the infomercial two years ago, and I got the facts. After two years of holding fast to his teachings, living in accordance with them, I know the truth. It’s liberating, dude. My body doesn’t ache like it used to.
And as a bonus, when I asked Jeanie if she noticed any difference in the way I looked, she said, “Oh yeah, big time.”
That’s what I’m talking about. :-)
Do not look for God in your story. Look for your story in God’s.
We are (essential) sub-plot in God’s meta-story.
“It takes the whole Bible to read any part of the Bible.” -Eugene Peterson,Eat This Book
I say, it takes the whole novel to read any part of the novel.
It takes the whole life to read any part of the life.
Have I mentioned lately how little I care about NFL preseason garbage? Truth be told, I care very little about NFL season garbage as well.
If we must talk about a meaningless season long before it starts, let’s talk about the upcoming NBA season. This year, my two favorite NBA teams are any team that Steve Nash plays for and whoever is playing the Miami Heat.
Actually, the only thing better than the Heat losing would be Lebron James coming down with a season ending injury and the Heat going on to win the championship without him.
And then never returning to a championship with him healthy and in the line-up.
Does it take anything away from my achievement of 200 posts for the year if many of them say very little, if they are very short, and if I post more than once in a day. Like, today, for instance. Like, this post, for instance.
See?
Please doubt me… you’ve no idea how much trivial drivel I’m capable of writing and posting. I dare you.
In the year 2009 I had 107 blog posts. To date in 2010 I have 33 (counting this one). What does this tell me?
1. If I hope to catch up to last year’s number I better get busy.
2. Maybe I should write shorter entries.
3. There’s really not much to say that hasn’t been said a thousand billion times before.
4. I should set a goal.
5. That goal will be 200 posts in the year 2010.
You doubt me? Please say you doubt me.
He walks with a limp now—arthritis in both a front and a back leg give him the creaks when he stands. He does not chase the ball in the yard more than once these days, preferring to chase it down, chomp it in his labrador’s soft mouth, and then rest, triumphantly with his prize in the cool grass. He sleeps more than he used to. When he runs, which he still does every time the UPS man drives anywhere near the neighborhood, or the cat next door saunters across the neighbors back deck, or I turn on the waffle ball pitching machine to take a little BP, he runs noticeably slower than he did a year ago.
But he is still graceful in the water, and he will swim for as long as I am willing to throw the toy into the lake for him to retrieve.
For this reason, too, we will spend a few more days at the beach in Ludington this summer.
I wonder if he dreams, like I do, of a heaven—perpetually sunny and sixty-five—where no one would think to put up a sign saying “no dogs allowed” on any beach?
"Lectio divina is not a methodical technique for reading the Bible. It is a cultivated, developed habit of living the text in Jesus' name. This is the way, the only way, that the Holy Scriptues become formative in the Christian church and become salt and leaven in the world. It is not through doctrinal disputes and formulations, not through strategies to subdue the barbarians, not through congregational programs to educate the laity in the “principles and truths” of the Scriptures–not in any of the ways in which the Bible is so commonly and vigorously promoted among us as an impersonal weapon or tool or program. It is astonishing how many ways we manage to devise for using the Bible to avoid a believing obedience, both personal and corporate, in receiving and following the Word made flesh." –Eugene Peterson
“Mark out an area outside the camp where you can go to relieve yourselves. Along with your weapons have a stick with you. After you relieve yourself, dig a hole with the stick and cover your excrement.” (Deut. 23:12-13)
Last week I drove to Benton Harbor to play in a church league fastpitch softball game, and ever since then I cannot get out my mind this impossible hope of someday having a local church fastpitch league to play in again.
When I was fourteen, I played in my first fastpitch softball game, on my dad’s church team at the Prairie Camp. In those days my church could field two full fastpitch teams. Because men who played softball played fastpitch softball. Since then I’ve had an overwhelming passion for the game. I love watching it played by the best players in the world where the pitching is virtually unhittable. I’ve played a few games with and against world class competition, but more often, these days, I play regularly on a travel league team that’s middle of the pack.
But that’s not my hope for the future of men’s fastpitch. Playing in that church league game in Benton Harbor, which could only be described as the lowest levels of men’s fastpitch, reminded me again that the lowest level of men’s fastpitch–like a local start-up church league I daydream about–is both more fun and simply better than the highest level of slow pitch softball (where enormous, steroid charged, beer-chuggers hit blooped in pitches three hundred feet with $400 bats–how stupid).
Last night playing church league slow pitch softball at Cedar Road Missionary Church, all I could think about was how much more fun every player on both teams could be having if we stopped the game right where it was and declard that for the rest of the night and for the rest of the season we’d be playing fastpitch.
So what that no one really knows how to pitch; we’d learn. So what we don’t have helmets–no one wore helmets to play softball until the late 1980s. So what we don’t have any catchers gear…okay, maybe we’d need some catchers gear. And we’d need move the bases in to the correct distance and the pitching rubber would have to be moved forward.
None of these are impossible obstacles to overcome. All we need is the will to try it.
I’d even settle for a happy medium called “modified fast pitch”.
It wasn’t great body surfing, but it was body surfing nonetheless. Three days in a row on three different beaches in Ludington, Michigan. Sweet.
Smalltown Fastpitch captures invite title
Smalltown Fastpitch of Benton Harbor beat the Munger Firemen 3-2 in the championship game of this weekend’s Rich Plangger Fastpitch Invitational.
The game was a rematch of last year’s Class D state championship, also won by Smalltown Fastpitch.
Browning Chabot was the winning pitcher, throwing a four-hitter with five strikeouts. Robby Prenkert’s RBI single in the top of the seventh inning drove in Brent Chabot with the winning run.
Smalltown was 4-1 in the tournament, losing to Munger in a pool play game on Saturday.
The team won its other two pool play games to advance to Sunday’s single elimination round.
Smalltown beat the Goshen Gators 3-2 in one semifinal and Munger beat DC Current of Bremen, Ind., in the other semifinal.
Rich Plangger and his son Rick were honored for their long time contribution to local fastpitch softball.
http://www.heraldpalladium.com/articles/2010/06/22/sports/1519867.txt
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This is my friend Courtney, who speaks the truth with conviction. There is a serious crime problem in Kingston, but the solution cannot simply be “lock ‘em all up.”
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They’re supposed to be the two best basketball teams in the league playing in a seventh game for the championship. But they look awful on offense. They miss shots; they fumble the ball; they stand around; they dribble too much.
My assessment: The Lakers and the Celtics are tired of each other and just want this thing to be over with.
Crying out loud, it is the middle of June.
I blogged this from my phone. How cool is that? Call me Dr. Technology.
