Jessica and Abby are upstairs making blueberry muffins. Abby is helping put dry ingredients together and was stirring things. A bit too wildly, though. As Jessica was collecting strewn flour she said to Abby, “Cooking is a science. You have to have all of the right ingredients in it for the right reactions to occur.”
Abby replied, “Oh… are you going to call Spider-man?”
Classic!
Howdy you mothers, fathers, children, siblings and folk. This mothers day we went to Maggiano’s for dinner. Whoa. That was a mistake. Not because it was bad, but because it was too good. I will no longer be able to go to the Olive Garden and think, “This is descent Italian food.” I will have to think, “This is acceptable Italian food.” I have officially been converted. I have had very few restaurant experiences where I was ‘converted’ but this was one of them. It was the P.F. Changs of Italian, the Ruth’s Chris of Italian, the Texas de Brazil of Italian.
Save up your money, find one, and get eating. Sure, its a bit pricier than Olive Garden, but zowie is it good!
Oh, and to my mom, Happy Mothers Day, I tried to call but you were in the nether-regions of Northern California, so apparently you could not be reached.
Yesterday evening I made the major sacrafice of going to the computer store [MicroCenter] 🙂 I needed to look at the price of computers to compare to other sources as my mother-in-law is going to be buying a machine soon. Abby came along so that she could sit in the car with me and talk about buying a recording studio (I keep telling Jessica that since Abby wants one, I should get her one). As we walked through the computer store I saw an employee messing with a flat panel display. Then I walked near the employee, Abby trailing behind, and discovered that he was alone for a reason: flatulence. Abby said to me seconds later, “Daddy, you’re stinky.” Ha ha ha!
I was just thinking about my childhood. For some people that would be a bad thing, but I think mine was pretty cool. I remember distinctly digging in my friend’s mom’s garden with him so that our G.I. Joe’s could have bases & forts. We never actually got around to playing with the G.I. Joe’s because we were too busy digging in the dirt. However, when we did actually play we always had extremely intense weapons. If your team was going to win you needed to have lazer equipped fighter jets that can blow the enemy into vapor.
And if you’re the enemy you need to have plasma-mega-ultra force fields (or force shields) that will block anything coming in. Otherwise, you could be toasted by the ultra-uber-mega lazer smashing ray of doom.
And we can’t have that!
Abby asked me last night who put my beard back on. I had shaved it off a couple weeks ago and she didn’t like it, but apparently she had gotten used to it because now she’s irritated that my hairs poke her in the head when she sits on my lap and I rest my chin on her head 🙂
What am I to do? I’ve got a bride who loves it and a child who wants me to look 14 again 😉
Here’s a video of Abby’s Dance recital. Its about 4 Megabytes in size. Sorry, my cell phone wrang as the dance started.
Or if you’re a glutton for punishment here’s the HUGE 105MB version.
So, as part of tonight’s Mission Impossible 3 viewing I took a trip to the restroom that was about as far away from the theater that I was watching the movie in and above the urinal they had an advertisement. That advertisement, shown below, looked like a very angry chiropractor was going to blow the patient away with his semi-automatic spine column. “I’ll fill you so full of vertebrae that you’ll be begging for me to adjust your thoracic region!”
Go ahead, imagine a full clip of phalanges and a femur for a handle and it could be something that would pass airport security 😉
Howdy, its been so long since I published a pordcast. However, it’s back. Mission Impossible 3 has charged me so I must podcast. This movie was great except for the soundtrack. The soundtrack for this pordcast is meant to represent that. And actually the movie’s soundtrack was great, but the Mission Impossible theme song seemed a wee short of great.
Here’s the MP3 file for your enjoyment.
Oh, and we were the first ones there of about 12 people so we got some pretty good seats 😉
The title of this post is not quite a double-entendre. The concept that I was thinking about was that God is all powerful and is limited only in the positive sense of His character. That is to say that He cannot do evil things, but He can love with his pure, infinite, perfect love. However, the ‘Nothing is too great for you to do,’ part of this title is actually the crux of the issue: we, as humans, want to do a whole lot. Doing nothing kills us. Which is a good thing. God wants us to rest in Him, but instead we often want to be active and eager about doing something.
Is doing nothing too great for you? If God’s word tells us to rest in Him, His works, His plan, and trust Him to conform us to the image of His Son, why do we find that rest to be such a challenge? Is it because we want to prove something? Do we want to prove God’s done something in us? If so, the rest should be our reaction, the world does something as a reaction, our reaction to God’s powerful work in us should be doing nothing of the flesh and resting in our relationship with the Holy Spirit. This doesn’t mean we won’t ever appear to be doing things outwardly, but it does mean that we’ll be doing things because inwardly the Holy Spirit has prompted us.
Ephesians 2:10 tells us that we will be doing good works that God has planned ahead for us to do. Those are sure-fire winners. Guaranteed gold for the rewards crowns we can look forward to heaven. It means that I don’t have to sit around wondering if I’ll do those things, I can ‘sit around’, instead, resting. Nothing is too great for me to do in the flesh, but the only thing I should be doing in the flesh if I’m walking in the direction and constant relationship of the Holy Spirit. Because those works are not too great for God!
This evening we were driving around Aurora whilst we discovered what joy waisting petrol would bring. As we passed a King Sooper’s grocery store my mother-in-law blurted out something that just cracked us up. “Look, another scooper foo foo.” She has for some reason really blown the snot out of the King Sooper name since she’s moved here. It has been Kind’s Castle and many other variations on the wrong name.
However, another thing we saw today was a “Super Foo-Foo” driver in a Sport Useless Vehicle get out of her vehicle (after I had to slam on the breaks) to recover a plastic swimming pool that had fallen off the top of her car. Instead of re-attaching the plastic kiddy pool she placed it on top of her vehicle and slowly turned around the corner that she was at to get off of the main road. They kicker? She had never attached the plastic pool to her vehicle in the first place: there were no ropes or bungie chords – just gravity.