my new desks

just thought i would say that i haven’t been updating the blog recently because i have been working in our study. my father made us two mission style tables to replace our laminated computer desk and trashy table that we had our computers sitting on. before everything looked pretty trashy and just thrown together, now we are computerizing in high style. thanks dad.

of course, the reason i haven’t blogged is because of the fact that i had to remove the old computer desk and swap the computers to the mission style tables. it all looks great now – very mission like, whatever that means. now, i have a nice clean space in which to blog, and anyone who knows anything about me knows that i can’t blog in a non-clean blogging space. it essential to the creative process.

christmas car

my car was flocked last night. now just in case you don’t know what “flocking” is i’ll paste the american hertiage dictionary definition of what it is:

flocked – to texture or pattern with pulverized wool or felt.

you’ve probably seen flocking before. people often place flocking on their CHRISTmas trees (though personally i think it makes them look ugly). i think the flocking is suppose to make the CHRISTmas tree fire retardent or something like that. people also often use colored flocking to change the look of the tree. this means that instead of a great looking green CHRISTmas tree they have an ugly looking pink or blue blob of a tree. i guess it matches their interior better or something.

anyway, i woke up this morning and went to get into my car only to find that someone had texturized the driver side windows of my car with what appears to have been “snow in a can” or “flocking” stuff. it was my fault of course because i parked on the side of the road thus making it easy for these rampaging flockers to spray the driver side windows of my car. i’m just simply confused as to why someone might have flocked my car. i can only come up with a couple of sensieble reasons. here they are:

1. my car is red and therefore the flocking gang my have thought my car was on fire and in need of fire-retardent flocking spray to be placed upon it. if they were trying to save my protege from the flames then i am grateful.

2. they didn’t like the red color of the mazda and wanted to change it to pink or blue to match their CHRISTmas tree and the interior of their house.

3. they thought that my car would look better with more texture on it and therefore added the flocking to give it that nice mold growing on look that flocking gives to whatever it is on.

4. they thought my protege was a CHRISTmas tree and they really like flocked CHRISTmas trees.

like i said i’m not sure of the actual reason for flocking my car but i believe that i can safely say that whoever did it is very confused and mentally unstable because my car is not on fire or a CHRISTmas tree. i sure do hope those people get better because it must really stink walking around thinking that cars are CHRISTmas trees. i would like to add though that if you have to walk around thinking that cars are CHRISTmas trees then you need to decorate it better than just flocking. they should have placed CHRISTmas lights on the protege and ornaments and then maybe sang CHRISTmas carrolls around it, but don’t flock it. that’s just tacky. it’s okay to be crazy if you at least have good taste.

i need a shower

i was off work today and had plans to paint a little in the homestead today. painting requires my painting clothes. it’s not the best looking combination of clothes. i’m wearing very baggy jean shorts with a hole in the butt, a completely worn out t-shirt, and cheap flip flops. you combine this with the fact that i didn’t shave or comb my hair and i’ve been quite a sight all day.

don’t get me wrong, i very rarely “primp up.” being “put together” is just something that doesn’t really matter to me. i like being myself and having a very casual, uninterested style (if you can call that a style). the difference between today and any normal day was that today my looks would give small children nightmares. of course, this wasn’t a problem for the majority of the day because i was in the house. it became a problem tonight when i decided to go get a movie for pam and i. i forgot to make myself look respectable before going out. so i took my flip flops an myself to blockbuster.

when i got there it took me awhile to realize that every time i moved to an isle everyone on that isle slowly moved away. i was oblivious to this while i was looking for my movie, but once i found the film became to obvious to me. i was making people uncomfortable because you should simply never trust a guy with a hole in his butt and flip flops when a cold front is coming through. i think this is a law of nature or something.

i figured since i was obviously making people uncomfortable i should have a little fun with it. so i started walking close to people in the “new releases” isle. most of the “new releases” stink anyway so i thought i would just chase them to the older movies. make them think about something good to watch rather than just grabbing a new flick that is probably a cenimatic disaster anyway. if you had been in the store you would have seen me slowly, but intentionally “chasing” people around the “new relases” isle. when i tired of this i decided to up the ante a little. i stood in the highest traffic isle and drooled. i didn’t act like i was mentally retarded or anything because i think that’s wrong. you can’t help being mentally retarded so it’s not humorous. stupid people who don’t have to be stupid are funny, but the handicapped are cool because they have to overcome allot. so i stood there like a normal guy, who was dressed very shabby and drooled. at least i thought it was fun.

i think the salespeople/chasiers at blockbuster were glad to see me go because when i was checking out the cashier “comped” the goobers that i was buying and the late fee that i had on my account. free snacks are a sure fire way to get me to live you’re store.

please pass the nyquil

not feeling very good. feeling very cold like. going to bed now so i want be putting in a long entry. tomorrow if i feel better i will detail the final defeat of the yellow jackets and the destruction of the bush that housed and offered them comfort. in the past i may have lost a few battles with these two foes of homeowners, but today i one the war. long live raid.long live shovels. viva la 5928 gettysburg drive.!

can’t sleep

it’s 1:41 a.m. and i can’t go to sleep. therefore, it’s time to mention that we had squirrel number 2 appear in the student center tonight. the band (those who shall remain nameless) was practicing before the view started and in the middle of “did you feel the mountains tremble” a small gray missile shot across the room. of course, the music stopped and the chase began. there were about 5 of us trying to corner the beast and force it into a garbage bag (it’s a little known fact but squirrels are terrified of garbage bags – their natural enemies). we chased it for 5 minutes and wewere just about to catch it when it vanished. i don’t mean that it found a good hiding spot. it disappeared. ceased to be visible. entered a different dimension. it just was no longer there. it would appear that this squirrel had training from siegfried and roy (prepares it was a squirrel that actually attacked roy horn rather than a white tiger). we looked for the creature but couldn’t find him again. i was pretty sure that he would pop up during the “view”, but he didn’t. that would have been interesting and maybe even good because in my opinion tonight’s “view” was just kind of there – neither great nor terrible (while the past 6 week’s “view”s have been amazing). it certainly would have made the night memorable to have a squirrel appear in the middle of the “view”.

if this keeps up we’re going to make this little guy the student ministry mascot or turn him into squirrel stew.

anyway, good night guys and girls.

ouch #2

this afternoon i learned of another natural symbiotic relationship that yellow jackets have (for the first symbiotic relationship see the entry from [url=http://www.parkviewyouth.org/blog/?postid=5] August 23rd[/url]). today noah’s tiger cub den had a field trip to the bluebonnet swamp reserve to observe nature and to do a service project. the service project was picking up trash around the reserve. the observing of nature was watching the mass of yellow jackets swarm out of the area in which we were picking up trash.

we were walking around the pavement picking up small pieces of trash and trying to make the reserve look better. what we didn’t know is that yellow jackets have apparently not only made a bargain with bushes to protect them but they have also cut some type of deal with random pieces of trash. i’m not sure if the deal works for every piece or trash or not but i am sure that is works for tootsie roll wrappers. one of the kids there saw the wrapper and bent down to pick it up. at first i didn’t see what she was picking up, because if i had i would have screamed for her to stop. i have vast personal experience with yellow jackets and i am familiar with all the symbiotic relationships they have. therefore, i knew about the little known yellow jacket / tootsie roll wrapper deal. unfortunately she didn’t so she picked up the wrapper.

yellow jackets apparently really believe in keeping their promises because the second she picked up the wrapper they began to attack every breathing thing within 100 feet of the disturbed tootsie roll wrapper. if you think the thought of a 35 year old man running from yellow jackets is funny, just imagine six tiger cubs running away from the little beasts. it was chaos.

of course, the midst of all the action only two people were stung – 1) the girl who disturbed the tootsie roll wrapper, 2) me – the knower of all things yellow jacket. oh, i hate the little pests. i think i will begin killing all the yellow jackets i see. they can have a symbiotic relationship with my fly swatter.

grrr

i got to pet a tiger today! seriously. for some reason a guy brought a 12 week old female bengal tiger by the church building today. he is sometype of educator or something (honestly i didn’t really listen to him very much, i was too busy looking at the tiger). and takes this bengal around to schools to show the kids and teach them about tigers. apparently he was trying to see about bringing the tiger to the school at the church. anyhow, he sat there talking about the tiger and i finally asked “can i pet her?” nobody else had asked but after he said “yes” everybody jumped in and stole my idea (i always hate that – it’s kind of like ordering the same thing at a resturant that the person in front of you ordered – don’t steal people’s ideas, pick your own meal and make sure it is different from the person who ordered in front of you). it was pretty cool to be able to pet a tiger.

of course, after i was through petting the tiger i thought it would be cool to tell some other people so they could have the experience also. i tried telling a few of the students and teachers as they went by. i shouted out “hey, there’s a tiger in the white building.” for some reason they wouldn’t believe me. why would someone think i was lying about a tiger in the white building? have they had someone lie to them about tigers in the past? have they had a “boy called tiger too often” experience before and therefore they made a vow to never believe anyone again when they said “hey there’s a tiger”? just doesn’t make any sense to me. who would lie about a tiger? an elephant or an ardvarck i could see lying about but not a tiger. the moral of the story is you should always trust a guy when he says “hey there’s a tiger in the white building. if you do then you may get the chance to pet a tiger. if not, then you’ll probably miss out.

betrayed

today somebody did something that cut me deep. someone that i have invested alot of time into betrayed me. i doubt seriously that this person knows that he/she betrayed me or considers their actions as such but they did. if the rolls were reversed they would be screaming for me to repent and talking to brother bill about my job. but since their decision involves church it’s “okay” to do what they did. therefore, i can’t say anything about it. it wasn’t anything sinful but still it took all the trust i had built into this person and smashed it. my stomach hurts. ministry would be awhole lot easier if it wasn’t for all the people.

of course, that’s really the point isn’t it. JESUS has called all of us to work with very fallen people (myself foremost amonst them). in return for people caring about us we do really stupid things to them. we did these stupid things to JESUS and still HE loved and work with us. so if i’m going to follow in HIS footsteps then i have to be prepared to serve and sometimes be betrayed and then love and serve those people anyways. it still stinks though.

ouch!

okay just a few minutes ago i was trimming the bushes in front of our house (yes when you get to be an adult you too will get to do such exciting things). apparently the bush i was trimming did not like me cutting on it and decided to release a yet unknown weapon against me. it would appear that bushes have a symbiotic relationship with yellow jackets. i don’t know the specifics but apparently the relationship works something like this – i’ll give you a place to live if you will insanely attack anyone who comes near me with clippers. i’m not sure how long these particular yellow jackets hav lived at these bushes because it has been around a year since i have approached this bush with clippers (though i have walked all around it without a cutting device in my hand and never been attacked – that’s the key – you must have clippers in your hand for the yellow jackets to live up to their part of the bargain). today though i had clippers in my hands and the yellow jackets decided to honor their arrangement and they actually seemed to enjoy keeping the bargain. they attacked me viciously. by the time i realized what was going on i had been stung 5 times around the ankles.

yet this was not the end of the battle because being a former boys-scout i was prepared. i had in my possession a can of wasp and hornet killer and i quickly ran for it (maybe hobbled toward it would be a better description). i came back with my own weapon and attacked both the bush and the yellow jackets. vengeance is mine saith the homeowner! as the yellow jackets squirmed i laughed over the bodies. i of course, ran away like a little girl when one of the remaining yellow jackets flew towards me, but still i laughed.

i’ll update you later on the battles of the bushes if there are any new skirmishes.