i’m the worst scum the world has ever known (next to hitler that is)

i’m scum! plain and simple. there is no other way to put it – i’m pure, unadulterated scum.

now you must be asking yourself “how is robert scum?” so i’ll tell you. i forgot my mother’s and my father’s birthday. my parents’ birthdays were this past week. the big thing is not the gift because my parents are at the age that they go out and buy whatever they want. no the gifts are not the thing that i feel really bad about. nope i feel bad because i didn’t call on their birthdays. that’s the terrible thing about all this.

actually it wasn’t really my fault. you see i desperately wanted to call my parents and say “happy birthday” on their perspective birthdays but i wasn’t able to. the reason for this is because i was threatened with bodily harm concerning calling them. my kids, adam and noah, told me that they would beat me senseless if i called my parents and wished them happy birthday. you wouldn’t really think that an 8 and 11 year old could be so threatening but you would be wrong. they’re like mafia don’s and they know how exert a little muscle in order to accomplish what they want. i really wanted to call my parents on their birthdays but i was simply to scared to go against the threats of my kids. so i guess my parents should blame the whole thing on their grandkids. let me make sure my parents understand this perfectly – it was the grandkids fault and not mine. 🙂

fyi

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i know this is not a very informative or entertaining post but it is the best i can do right now. if you want etertainment then read eric’s blog entry for today and if you want information go to a news site or something.

lost in translation

worship station - the view - june 8, 2005
sometimes what i have in my mind doesn’t come across well when we actually do it. the above “worship station” is one such situation. wednesday night at “the view” i was talking off of james 4:8 about we believers focusing on one thing. soren kirkegaard says that “purity of heart is to will one thing” and i thought that would make for a great discussion. the message was okay – not great, not terrible. as a part of the message i wanted to set up a worship station in the back of the room to help people to consider what (or more importantly who) their “one thing” was. for me looking at myself in a mirror has always been a challenging thing. for some reason looking at myself for an extended time causes me to have to consider what GOD thinks of me and thus what i think of myself and how it relates to GOD’s thoughts. i was hoping to do a station that held the same effect for others. instead the whole thing came across as boring – at least to me. it just didn’t seem to make it from my mind to actual practice. sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

SIDE NOTE – i think my mother is reading this blog now (which is fine and dandy but strange because i don’t really think that she would find any of this interesting). she usually reads my other blog. if you are reading this HI MOM!

important issues?

i read aboutlifeway’s survey of top ten issues facing the church first on steve mccoy’s emerging sbc leaders and i was blown away. here’s the list (developed by visitors to lifeway’s website:

    10. Abortion
    9. Homosexuality
    8. Relevance
    7. Marriage
    6. Apathy
    5. Doctrine/Worldview
    4. Evangelism
    3. Leadership
    2. Discipleship
    1. Prayer

i can’t believe that social justice issues didn’t rate at all. how absurd is it that “leadership” makes the list and “taking care of the poor” doesn’t. what is wrong with us? how can we (southern baptists) ever hope to be considered “relevant” when we don’t fight for the needs of those who have been pushed to the margins of the world? i know we do allot of good in social justice issues (providing food, bringing clothing, etc.) but when do we actual fight for justice? maybe our “prayer” and “discipleship” would improve if we were focused on praying for the things that are important to our LORD and the marginalized are important to our LORD.

the world has gone down the toliet

pam, my wife, is definitely one of the smartest, most incredible people i know but i am blown away by what i have to admit that she did tonight. this evening my wife, the mother of my children, the one who is presently working on her ph.d. in speech and hearing science at l.s.u., tonight this incredibly intelligent and attractive woman watched “dancing with the stars“. some moments simply amaze to the point of complete shock. this would be one of those moments.

fyi

just in case you ever have a desire to see photos involving “the view” or people in “the view” you can see them here. if you are a member of flickr or decide to join flickr you can also add your own “view-related” photos to the pool.

i know this is not a very informative or entertaining post but it is the best i can do right now. if you want etertainment then read eric’s blog entry for today and if you want information go to a news site or something.

we’ve got a blind date with destiny … and it looks like she’s ordered the lobster

nicaragua #4our mission trip to nicaragua is july 28th to august 4th. we only have room for a few people and thus it is a “first come, first served” situation. in order to reserve your spot you need to turn in a $100 deposit as soon as is humanly possible. the past two years it has been an amazing trip spent being involved in the lives of some incredible people. i’m sure this year will be even better.

i can not stress enough that if you want to be a part of this week in nicaragua then you need turn in your deposit as early as possible. if you don’t turn in a deposit you’ll come to me saying “oh robert i want to go to nicaragua with y’all” and all i’ll be able to do is say “no nicaragua for you!” then of course, i’ll laugh in your face and push you down on the ground. once you’re on the ground i’ll probably kick dirt in your face and throw rotten eggs on you. it will all be very discouraging and humiliating. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. so turn in your deposit quick like.

the world has gone down the toliet

pam, my wife, is definitely one of the smartest, most incredible people i know but i am blown away by what i have to admit that she did tonight. this evening my wife, the mother of my children, the one who is presently working on her ph.d. in speech and hearing science at l.s.u., tonight this incredibly intelligent and attractive woman watched “dancing with the stars“. some moments simply amaze to the point of complete shock. this would be one of those moments.

rainy days and mondays always get me down…

give me some candy
we tried to take “the nieces” to alligator bayou yesterday for a real louisiana experience. unfortunately, it stormed the whole time we were there and they had to cancel that evening’s boat ride through alligator infested waters. of course, we spent an hour waiting before they actually canceled the ride. during that time we entertained ourselves as best we could. me and noah played “slaps” for an hour.

“slaps” for those of you who don’t know the game is an old school yard game. there are two versions that i now of. in the first version you face your opponent and place your hands face down on his/her upward facing hands. your opponent then tries to slap your hands while you are trying to move them away from being hit. the problem is that you can’t jerk your hands away until he/she actually tries to slap your hands. if you do jerk your hands away three times before a slap actually occurs then your opponent gets a free slap. the second version works with your opponent holding his/her hands together pointing at you. you hands begin against your thighs. you then try to slap your opponent’s hands while they try to remove their hands from danger. the three false jerk rule applies here also.

the beauty of this evening was that i was playing “slaps” against an eight year old. i don’t often have a definite advantage in life but i did in this game. my advantage was that noah had never played “slaps” before. i was older, wiser, and better at “slaps” than my eight year old son and because of that greater level of skill i decided to make him pay for all the times he had abused me. all the times he “accidentally” hit me in places that didn’t need to be hit. all the times he stole my bacon while i wasn’t looking and then tried to play the “i’m your cute little son” routine. oh yeah, he was going to pay. so we played “slaps” and i was going to pop him hard. i had decided that even when he started crying “dad, i don’t want to play anymore” we would continue playing. i would just kept screaming “this is good for you – it will toughen you up!” i was a man on a mission – to beat my eight year old son at slaps. pay back is a pain and noah was about to learn this.

unfortunately, noah stomped me like a stray grape and the backs of my hands are still sore this morning.

still, it was about as good of a way to waster an hour as i could think of.

the above photo is of the pet nutria they have a alligator bayou. he basically sits around and eats dum dums all the time. that was about as much animal excitement as we could get from the soaked evening.