Posted in Uncategorized on May 11th, 2008
- Mom’s sacrifice more than anybody. This is God’s way of teaching us the meaning and practice of sacrifice.
- A fella can never truly appreciate his own mother until he is married to a mother.
- Motherhood may not be totally thankless but it can never be recognized enough.
- I have learned plenty about being a man from my mother.
- Mothers still love you if you are ugly, dumb or wicked. They are alot like God that way.
I think it would be fun if some of you joined in with me on this today. Put down a few of these for all of us to read in the comments. There are Mothers and Grandmothers among us. They do what they do day in and day out with very little complaint. They deserve a special day like today when we let them know the high esteem in which we hold them.
Posted in Uncategorized on May 10th, 2008
One of my coworkers shot this picture outside her office door. This snake is about 5 foot long. That was a little small for making a buck of catching him. So they let him go in hopes he will get bigger.
That is just one example of the fauna in the oil patch. I’ll post more pictures in days to come. broker
Posted in Blogging on May 3rd, 2008
I started blogging when my wife talked me into it. Through blogging I have made some very serious friendships. I never thought that would happen. Many of these friends continue to blog and some have quit. When they quit it disappoints me.
What really blows my mind is how some explain why they quit. The truth is: folks quit blogging when they have nothing much to say.
Some folks have a tough time quitting permanently because they have so much to say that they must blog. Like me, they have slowed down tremendously but they still post with some frequency.
Lately, I have been busy. i have also had a terrible case of writer’s block. This has slowed slowed me down.
I’m very happy that so many of you are still with me. I miss those that are gone.
My favorite blogger recently closed up. He hadn’t been posting regularly since he married. I guess having someone to talk to at home is enough for him and he frankly doesn’t need us anymore. I miss him. But I can’t blame him.
How about you? Why do you do it? Why do you keep doing it?
Posted in Character on April 20th, 2008
We moved into the house I grew up in. My parents have been gone for more than 15 years. In the mean time, the place had tenants. Most of you have already figured out that the place must be in horrible repair. It is.
The degree of the damage is overwhelming. We have set out to move this mountain scoop by scoop.
As you might imagine, we have prioritized our projects based on importance and psychological effect. One of the first projects is to get the bathrooms into a livable working condition. Then we intend to do some light renovation.
The problem has been that nothing is simple or easy. I set out to complete the pedestal sink pictured above. I bought the faucet and drain. I adjusted the mounting anchors and had it all just right. I ran the water and there were no leaks. Unfortunately, there was the familiar sound of splashing water from inside the wall. Yes, I have a drain pipe leak. Yes, I will have to destroy the nice tile work and wall to get to it. Yes every project has been this complicated.
Drain leaks, under foundation hot water leaks, electrical problems, poor problematic workmanship, you name it we have it. It is completely overwhelming.
So this got me to thinking. I wonder how God feels about fixing me?
In October of 1991, God Almighty purchased a fixer upper. None of the repairs have been easy. They have all been behind schedule and over budget. It would overwhelm most folks. I wouldn’t blame Him for tearing it all down and starting over.
I’m glad He is as sentimentally attached as I am.
Posted in Character on April 18th, 2008
I have heard people talk about moving like it is worse than surgery. Until now, I never understood what they were talking about. Now, I know.
I never dreamed moving could be so exhausting. I never dreamed it could be so painful. It can be.
The toughest thing about it is the discovery of how much stuff we have that we don’t need. When it comes down to it, we really don’t need very much. We just accumulate things. Much of it doesn’t even contribute to our happiness. It just accumulates.
This is even more evident with my children’s stuff. They hold on to stuff that they don’t even hold precious.
I heard a preacher say that basket people are that way. You could offer them a house and car in exchange for the worthless things they haul around but they wouldn’t take it.
So, I wonder how my Heavenly Father looks at me. Do I hold on to things that I don’t even consider precious? Would He exchange them for heavenly riches if I took the bargain?
What will that move to heaven be like? I just wonder if I could rent a U-Haul for that.
Posted in Uncategorized on April 10th, 2008
I have been moving. I will be back to posting as soon as we have IP service at the house.
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Moms keep us young; they never let us grow up. At age ninety one, just before she died, my Mom still called me her baby. I sure miss being her baby.
Happy Mom’s Day to Echo!
Comment by Jim — May 11, 2008 @ 12:12 pm
Mom’s believe in their kids when no one else does.
Joe
Comment by Club 166 — May 11, 2008 @ 1:55 pm