Do you know what’s good about boiled coffee?
Nothing!
Take it from me the last thing you want to do is boil your coffee like I just did. You will cry. You’ll have wasted the coffee, wasted the water, and wasted the heating source’s energy. Don’t do it.
The blogs on this site are all being merged into this one blog. Everything’s being moved here. All of it. I’m wedding the blogs. It’s a royal pain in the posterior.
Thus: this is the other royal wedding.
Take it from me: when your wife/husband/significant other/insignificant other asks, “Am I too fat for this outfit?” The incorrect answer is always, “No, you’re just the right amount of fat for that outfit.”
Abby was baptized today, so that was cool. Except last night I told her that Grandpa Peterman (an elder at our church) would officiate and I would accompany him in case I cried. I told Abby I was emotional sometimes. The baptistm went well and Abby and her aunt Kelsey, and the children of another family (Go, Doans!) all publicly testified to their faith. This was all good and I’m excited for them.
As it turns out Abby’s Sunday school teacher asked if I was going to do the baptism myself. She replied in the negative. When Mike, her teacher, asked why I was not going to do the baptism she said, “My dad has emotional problems.”
So there’s that.
I’m pretty ticked at my bank right now. I won’t tell you which one it is I’ve been using, but since I’m switching to pretty much any other bank I will hint at their name: despite their name, they did not pursue me as a customer. Instead of treat me like a valued customer they treated me like a faceless number with the needs of a used radish.
Good-bye crappy bank, I’m going to go find anywhere else to bank – preferably one with staff that think I’m human.
I’d love to tell you of a snail
He’s drawing ever near
But as he moves he leaves a trail
It’s slimy, but it’s clear
He’d like a little kiss
From one of you
But as he purses his lips
All you’ll say is, “Ewww.”
If there is fear of failure, it isn’t grace. Grace doesn’t bring about fear, but relationship. If your testimony with those who don’t believe in Jesus Christ doesn’t involve a reflection of liberty then you’re not showing them the glory of grace, but instead the legalism of what the flesh can do. I won’t do various things if it will be a stumbling block for a brother, but I will walk in liberty otherwise. I don’t fear failure, I embrace grace.
I just want to let you know that you don’t have to trust the government. My browser told me I shouldn’t trust the IRS. They’re hosting their secure site on Akamai, but their SSL certificates are not properly setup so the browser (Firefox) told me to leave the IRS website because it wasn’t necessarily trustworthy.
I don’t trust the IRS anyway 😉
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I had a conversation with my friend Jon in Texas and he stated something that I’ve held for some time, but it reminded me of it, so I’m going to recycle it here: if girls dads treat them poorly then they will tend to go out with guys that also treat them poorly. In other words dads are setting standards for their daughters boyfriends and husbands even when their daughters are little girls. Moms, your influence is similar: your sons are going to tend to find a woman that is as lady-like (or not) and as respectful as you are to them and their fathers. If you’re dishing dirt, lying, sleezing, creeping and generally abusing your children don’t be surprised when they go out and find Mr. or Mrs. Wrong.
Also, it is possible to break this cycle. Also, also: it’s a principle and not a rule, there are plenty of exceptions.
At least that’s what they tell me. If you tell someone something enough times your job as a communicator will either get infinitely easier because they’ll finally get it. Or it’ll get much, much harder because the repetition causes the pith helmets and ear plugs to be put into place. I tell my daughters, “Think before you act,” about a bazillion times a month. I’m pretty sure they think it’s some mantra that my parents told me. It isn’t. My dad told me, “it is your mother and I’s responsibility to raise you to be an adult when you’re 18.” That worked out pretty well because I was a kid who was just looking for a place, a time, and a thing to be scared about. At 17 and 365 days I was scared of 18 because it meat adulthood.
I hope that my children one day learn to think before they act. I suspect it’ll be a lesson they learn throughout their lives. I also hope that when they turn 17 and 365 days they don’t panic like I did – because if there’s one thing I’ve learned it is that I have more than one thing to learn.