tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77031592115855951872024-02-06T23:01:05.510-05:00Random Thoughts with RobRandom Thoughts from a Random GuyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-19879794046080433592010-10-16T00:06:00.004-04:002010-10-16T00:09:19.086-04:00Xtra NormalA little dumb fun with the web toys at www.xtranormal.com<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="flashvars"value="height=390&width=480&file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_lo/747b7236-d8d5-11df-8070-003048d69c21_9_web_final_lo_web_finallo-flv.flv&image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_lo/747b7236-d8d5-11df-8070-003048d69c21_9_web_final_lo_poster.jpg&link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/7370433&searchbar=false&autostart=false"/><embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=390&width=480&file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_lo/747b7236-d8d5-11df-8070-003048d69c21_9_web_final_lo_web_finallo-flv.flv&image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_lo/747b7236-d8d5-11df-8070-003048d69c21_9_web_final_lo_poster.jpg&link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/7370433&searchbar=false&autostart=false"></embed></object><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf" width="1" height="1" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-53784847792435142512009-05-10T21:22:00.001-04:002009-05-10T21:22:57.659-04:00Marriage Song for Husbands<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-lv8745InI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-lv8745InI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-23517307274757272472009-05-08T06:51:00.002-04:002010-05-29T11:05:47.901-04:00One of my all time Favorites<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s115.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid115.photobucket.com/albums/n298/sparqy/TC_G_1o2.flv" height="361" width="448"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-12045607638679811372009-03-03T08:19:00.003-05:002009-03-03T08:23:31.943-05:00Video CreditsI was so excited to post the video that I totally forgot the story. I have had this idea for a long time. I wanted to post something that would inspire my team to train in the off season, and still be .... well,,,, me.<br /><br />I was talking to my friend Randy, who I go on missions trips with, and I told him about the idea. He is pretty good at filming (as you can see), and without hesitation told me, "I'm in. When do we start?"<br /><br />From there, Randy did all the work and I did the riding, as you can see. I need to throw another shout out to my son Jordan. He served a vital role as "key grip," and was in charge of lighting and placement of disco glow.<br /><br />Thanks guys. I really appreciate the help.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-63649539801610228022009-03-02T02:53:00.001-05:002010-05-29T11:06:50.139-04:00My Inspirational Workout Video<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LIGOGF33gBw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LIGOGF33gBw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-85428024580988581732009-02-28T06:19:00.001-05:002009-03-03T08:23:50.511-05:002009 Season Training Video<object height="300" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3392561&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3392561&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/3392561">rob elliotts work out video</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user292117">caveman</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-60882931435082325182008-12-09T21:13:00.005-05:002008-12-09T21:22:57.928-05:00My New Theme Song<a href="http://redeemedvessel.com/">Andrea </a>showed me a very funny song I have to share. I am pretty sure this woman, Anita Renfroe, just copies my random thoughts! <br /><br />This is my new theme song! I am going to think of this song every time I have a craving!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygWO30gdpK4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygWO30gdpK4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-72257128468699476342008-11-24T08:29:00.006-05:002008-11-26T07:20:32.671-05:00What if Starbucks Marketed Like the Church?<a href="http://www.redeemedvessel.com/">Andrea</a> sent me this email this morning. It is a link to a very interesting video that really has me thinking.<br /><br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-008538881091022643 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-008538881091022643 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"></a><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7_dZTrjw9I&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01916229680074514072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-16935920888522789652008-08-25T02:44:00.001-04:002010-05-29T11:22:43.683-04:00You Know Your First Sermon was a Hit When....when you preach on the armor of God and your wife tells you, "that was the best teaching on the fruit of the spirit I ever heard."Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-56800436451009957662008-05-21T16:15:00.001-04:002010-05-29T11:24:46.251-04:00A Counter Thought on SocializationMy <a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/andijeane">wife </a>has been pointing out how our children are socialized in her recent blogs, but after hearing my monkey say this, "I would check my email more... But I have K'nex to build," I am not so sure<img src="http://homeschoolblogger.com/include/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/wink_smile.gif" alt="" /><img src="http://homeschoolblogger.com/include/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/teeth_smile.gif" alt="" />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-82915536018303207822008-04-17T03:03:00.001-04:002010-05-29T11:26:32.113-04:00I gots da GimmiesI had a very depressing meeting with the doctor this week. I have a feeling that it might even get worse. When that happens I get down. The first thing I do when I get down is head to <a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/">McDonald's</a> for one or two of these tasty <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_McMuffin">Egg McMuffins</a>. <br /><br />Because this depressing news has to do with my weight I will need to head off the <a href="http://www.casualmale.com/store/en_US/index.jsp?adid=846651181&gclid=CP-WkNSI4pICFQm6PAod1Rb5fg&fp_keyword=Casual+Male+XL&fp_source=Google&cm_mmc=FPM*Search*GOOG*Casual_Male_Brand">Casual Male XL</a> for new clothes to fit, as most of mine are getting too tight. Of course this is depressing, too so I need to go eat a sensible lunch at my favorite restaurant <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF-8&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&q=cafe+sushi&near=Troy,+MI&fb=1&view=text&latlng=42547671,-83175393,13115578456037085893">Cafe Sushi</a> where I can enjoy some fine dining.<br /><br />Since I am getting so fat, and nothing seems to stop it, I will need to upgrade my mountain bike to one of <a href="http://www.specialized.com/bc/SBCBkModel.jsp?spid=34365">these </a>just to hold my weight. Most bikes are built for an average 200lb rider for everyday cross country, so that means my current bikes will crumble under my size. It will be depressing to ride a near 40 pound bike through the trail, but it is what I deserve in my current state. The problem here is that no companies make <a href="http://www.zoic.com/">mountain bike clothes</a> in my size, so I will be forced to wear <a href="http://www.moviecritic.com.au/userimages/user624_1168917590.jpg">Vanilla Ice Jumpers</a>.<br /><br />Unfortunately I may just be too fat to ride, and will have to increase my <a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/">XBOX </a>time, so I might as well get this new <a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=8547708&type=product&id=1188560191680">TV </a>from <a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/">Best Buy</a>. If I am diabetic I will have to cut back on <a href="http://www.culvers.com/">Culvers</a>. <br /><br />Of course I will have to change my eating habits, so I will go back to the <a href="http://www.drmcdougall.com/">McDougall Diet</a>. Or I may have to join <a href="http://www.jennycraig.com/?&gclid=CNWG-O6L4pICFSO1Igod0jyS6g">Jenny Craig</a>. Maybe I will have to join <a href="http://west.ballyfitness.com/">Bally's</a>. If so, I will need a <a href="http://www.polarusa.com/consumer/productfinder/productfinder.asp">heart rate monitor</a> so I stay in my target zones. I hope I don't over do it. I might need to get some <a href="http://americanhomefitness.com/">home fitness stuff </a>as well.<br /><br />While I sat here typing this my problem became painfully obvious as my <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog">dog </a>peed on the floor. While cleaning it I had a hard time bending over and ripped my pajama pants. I will have to get a new pair of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=mens+pajamas&tag=googhydr-20&index=apparel&ref=pd_sl_151u77p5bh_e">those </a>now.<br /><br />Man, this is a depressing and expensive post. Can't I go to the <a href="http://www.stjohndoctors.org/PointeFamilyPhysicians/">doctor </a>and get some good news for a change???Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-67338447642958897792008-01-11T16:08:00.000-05:002010-05-29T11:40:05.731-04:00I'm Really Smart!Even with my wife looking over my shoulder and looking as beautiful as she does I managed not to be distracted. I focused and am happy to report I know something!<br/><div style="position: absolute; width: 28px; height: 28px; z-index: 1000; display: none;"> </div><br/><img src="chrome://piclens/content/launch.png" style="position: absolute; width: 35px; height: 29px; z-index: 1000; display: none;" alt="" /><br/><div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"><b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;">You know the Bible 100%!</b> <div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"><div style="width: 100%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div><p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;">Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic! <br><br><b><a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/ultimate_bible_quiz" style="color: blue;">Ultimate Bible Quiz</a><br><a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;">Create MySpace Quizzes</a></b></p></div>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-14526263084463504512008-01-11T03:45:00.000-05:002010-05-29T11:40:05.735-04:00I am Smart???<div style="position: absolute; width: 28px; height: 28px; z-index: 1000; display: none;"> </div><br/><img alt="" style="position: absolute; width: 35px; height: 29px; z-index: 1000; display: none;" src="chrome://piclens/content/launch.png" /> <a style="color: blue;" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_smarter_than_a_fifth_grader">are you smarter than a fifth grader?</a> <a style="color: blue;" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/">Quiz Created on GoToQuiz</a><br/><br/>I must not be because I can't get my answers to show!!! Oh, wait... Yeah I finally did it!<br/><div style="position: absolute; width: 28px; height: 28px; z-index: 1000; display: none;"> </div><br/><img src="chrome://piclens/content/launch.png" style="position: absolute; width: 35px; height: 29px; z-index: 1000; display: none;" alt="" /><br/><div style="position: absolute; width: 28px; height: 28px; z-index: 1000; display: none;"> </div><br/><img alt="" style="position: absolute; width: 35px; height: 29px; z-index: 1000; display: none;" src="chrome://piclens/content/launch.png" /><br/><div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"><strong style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;">You are 100% Smarter than a fifth grader.</strong><br/><div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"><br/><div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div><br/></div><br/><p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;">You are smarter than a fifth grader. no doubt. There is no need for you to retake school. Keep on doing your brain excersise like sudokus and crossword puzzles, and you'll soon be smarter than a sixth grader! Good work!<br/><br/><strong><a style="color: blue;" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_smarter_than_a_fifth_grader">are you smarter than a fifth grader?</a><br/><a style="color: blue;" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/">Quiz Created on GoToQuiz</a></strong></p><br/></div><br/><div style="position: absolute; width: 28px; height: 28px; z-index: 1000; display: none;"> </div><br/><img src="chrome://piclens/content/launch.png" style="position: absolute; width: 35px; height: 29px; z-index: 1000; display: none;" alt="" />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-24926801899743116062007-09-04T15:40:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.738-04:00Uh Oh...I think I have a problem. <br/><img alt="Camera Geeeeeeeeek" style="display: block;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1328/1325658372_ac78d191b4.jpg?v=0" /><br/><br/>Well, at least I can be sure of this:<br/><br/>Anywhere I go, no matter what I am doing, I WILL capture the moment AT ALL COSTS!!!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-7293696992496561882007-07-28T04:49:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.741-04:00Guess who Threw Me a Welcome Party???<p>Guess who threw me a welcome party when we got home from Peru?<br/></P><br/><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hKA6aUiyVY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hKA6aUiyVY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-49444208833778468712007-07-12T17:14:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.743-04:00Amazing Chicken Mummy News!!!Did you know that chicken mummies were even around in 18th century England? Yeah, Andrea just told me they were in a Jane Austin book, Emma. Apparently the chicken mummies return was what put her father over the edge and decided it would be good for her to marry Mr. Knightly and allow him to live in their the Woodhouse estate. Those chicken mummies must have been just as pesky then as they are in my home...Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-85404423421018810442007-07-10T02:41:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.745-04:00How the Chicken Mummies Spent Their 4th of JulyAs you know, the chicken mummies and I have grown quite close over the last few months. Well, last week they experienced their first 4th of July. One morning while we were enjoying a delicious cup of Starbucks coffee together, Cleopatra asked me to look at something. Apparently she had wandered to a station on her mini tv that was showing recaps of the Detroit fireworks. Well, as we looked, the other three bandaged, headless roasters peered over my shoulder to see what we were looking at. Two seconds later and the house was all in uproar. There were bouncing fowl all agog, wanting to go to a fireworks display. I got them to settle down and agreed that the next evening we would somehow see fireworks.<br/><br/>Well, the next morning came. It was the 4th of July. All I wanted to do was rest. As you know we did a lot of work the previous week. Today it was my day to rest. Andrea got up first. She made the coffee and had some time alone in the kitchen, so the chickens were a little out of spirits to start off the day. I got up and Andrea addressed me with a "lets stay home today and not do anything". It sounded good to me, but from atop the fridge I saw a box begin to open and a featherless wing moving from side to side as if to say, NO. I told Andrea, that we will just see.<br/><br/>My dad called. "What's on the cook tonight?" As you know, my dad and I are into grilling. We talked for a while and he told me that Uncle Randy was going to go to the Freedom Hill Fireworks. Freedom Hill is really close to my house. Great idea. That's what we will do.<br/><br/>I mention it to Andrea after I got off the phone with dad. She is not too thrilled. From on the fridge came an angry bump. Andrea looked around to see what t was, but then quickly went back to her business. Lucky brake for me, her friend Terisa called. She invited us to fireworks at her house. I somehow manage to sign to her that we should go. She agrees, and the family will go to their house at 8:00pm. Great! Now, how do I get the chickens into the van???<br/><br/><img alt="" style="display: block;" src="http://www.mtbmichigan.com/images/fireworks.jpg" /><br/><br/>I typically sneak off to my room for about 10 minutes at a time to practice my bass. Andrea went downstairs to work. I took the mummies to my room and put them in my bass guitar bag. They weren't too sure about this idea, but I explained to them that Terisa's son is a bass player and it would not seem odd for me to bring my bass to their house. 8:00pm comes and off we go. <br/><br/>From here everything worked without a hitch, except that one time Jordan had the bb gun and thought he saw the mummies.....Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-4723952105982254292007-06-08T11:31:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.747-04:00What is on the top of my fridge???<p class="MsoNormal">If any of you have read my wife’s blog, you may know approximately one year ago she started out on a six week project to mummify chickens. At first, I was a little apprehensive about the idea, thinking to myself it was kinda weird, but oh well, I am kinda weirder anyway. Well, the first days were exciting. The preparation of buying the chickens and the salt and stuff, the watching of Abbott and Costello movies where they meet the mummy, the actual learning of the process of mummification all added up to what may be an exciting project.<span style=""> </span>I could help out and keep a photo journal of the events.<span style=""> </span>This might not be a bad deal after all.<span style=""> </span></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Well, day one came and the process of mummification began.<span style=""> </span>It was interesting.<span style=""> </span>The kids were into it as they began cleaning the chickens.<span style=""> </span>The chickens were very quiet and did just what they were supposed to do.<span style=""> </span>Then it happened….<span style=""> </span>“Where do we put them?” was the question.<span style=""> </span>Mom decided they would do best up on top of the refrigerator.<span style=""> </span>Down go my pretzels and chips and up go the drying chickens.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><br/>This was okay at first.<span style=""> </span>The chickens seemed to like being out of the fridge and not in the oven.<span style=""> </span>The kids would check on them from time to time.<span style=""> </span>I guess everything was fine until we had our first guests over in a while.<span style=""> </span>“What is that up on top of your fridge, Rob?” asked my buddy.<span style=""> </span>“Ummmmm, uh chicken mummies” was my reply.<span style=""> </span>I could tell there was something in the air, but my wife was able to talk about the great learning experience it had been to start this project and they had an excellent conversation as he is a Jr. High teacher.<span style=""> </span>I sat there, though, knowing this was going to be a looooonnnng project.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Well, the chickens kept pretty quiet until one day in March.<span style=""> </span>I had risen early to check my email and have a cup of coffee in peace.<span style=""> </span>There I sat at the kitchen table alone in my thought, until a little wadded up piece of paper hit me in the head.<span style=""> </span>I saw no one nearby so I was very perplexed.<span style=""> </span>I opened the paper and read it.<span style=""> </span>Here is what it said:</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/>“Dude, this project is only supposed to take like two months from start to finish and we have been sitting up here for like four.<span style=""> </span>Since you are just sitting up there and we are all stuck in these bags, can you grab us a cup of your Starbucks?</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Sincerely, </p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">The featherless union”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">I knew at that moment that I was not alone.<span style=""> </span>I knew at that moment that I was being watched, and that dark forces were at work in my home.<span style=""> </span>I knew at that moment that there was a problem on top of my fridge.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Well, after a few days like this I just began making more coffee and leaving a cup on the fridge and getting it down without the wife and kids seeing what was going on.<span style=""> </span>Things were going along fine.<span style=""> </span>I would on occasion get a note asking for more cream or sugar in the next cup, but nothing out of the ordinary.<span style=""> </span>It seemed the featherless union and I were going to get along like this ok.<span style=""> </span>Then, I got the first demand:</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/>“Ok, you gotta tell your wife to step this up a bit.<span style=""> </span>We were supposed to be gone months ago.<span style=""> </span>If we are gonna sit up here in salt forever, you have to come up with a little entertainment.<span style=""> </span>Here is what we want:</p><br/><ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in;"><br/> <li class="MsoNormal" style="">4 of these <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2401736&cp=2255956.2273442.2255963.2256670.2256688&parentPage=family">cradles</a></li><br/> <li class="MsoNormal" style="">1 Portable <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2557736&cp=2255964">dvd player</a></li><br/> <li class="MsoNormal" style="">1 <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2486857&cp=2255964">Helicopter</a> </li><br/> <li class="MsoNormal" style="">And a bag of pork rinds</li><br/></ul><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">The Featherless <st1:place w:st="on">Union</st1:place>”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/>I thought these were odd requests.<span style=""> </span>What were they going to do with all of those things?<span style=""> </span>How was I going to get them?<span style=""> </span>I couldn’t tell the wife what was going on, so I had to proceed with caution.<span style=""> </span>Fortunately, these items were easy to slip into the house unnoticed as we have many going in and out on a regular basis.<span style=""> </span></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Well, things started to get a little weird around here in the evenings.<span style=""> </span>First, our new dog, Faith couldn’t sleep.<span style=""> </span>She would start barking over nothing and then start a small commotion.<span style=""> </span>Nathan finally started putting her in the crate at night if she kept him awake.<span style=""> </span>The problem was that she was now closer to the action.<span style=""> </span>This didn’t do too well.<span style=""> </span>None of us were able to get sleep.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Then around April, things got worse.<span style=""> </span>The <st1:place w:st="on">Union</st1:place>, as they like to call themselves, started pacing the halls at night.<span style=""> </span>We would hear things, and they would wake us up.<span style=""> </span>Andrea would groggily ask me if I heard mice, but I was not able to confirm what I knew to be going on.<span style=""> </span>The chickens were playing Xbox, running the halls, knocking on doors and purposely waking the puppy.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>I woke early one morning to meet with the union over a cup of coffee. Instead of putting the coffee on the fridge I sat the extra cup right across from me at the table.<span style=""> </span>Four salty bags began to make their descent from the fridge to the table to join me.<span style=""> </span>Four bags popped open and four straws slid out.<span style=""> </span>I could barely make out the shapes of their wings moving in the bags to get ready for their morning coffee.<span style=""> </span>We sat for a few minutes in silence.<span style=""> </span>I am not sure any of us knew what to do next.<span style=""> </span>Eventually, I took the sip that gave me the courage to speak.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/>“Ok guys, I can tell you are frustrated.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“Frustrated, we can hardly breathe.<span style=""> </span>We are sitting up here sweating our feathers off in bags of salt.<span style=""> </span>Don’t you know we would have been much happier if you cooked us on your Primo Grill?”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“Yeah” piped in another one, I believe it was Cluckenhamen.<span style=""> </span>“This is really getting old.<span style=""> </span>We expected to do something noble, and sitting in salt is not it.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“What do you want me to do?”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“We are not sure.<span style=""> </span>Can you come and at least hang out with us at night?<span style=""> </span>It will help pass the time, and give us some meaning for our existence.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“Well, I need my sleep.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“We will get worse if you don’t.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“OK”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Things went along fine for the next few weeks, but my wife noticed I was getting tired.<span style=""> </span>“You are sleeping in a lot, honey.<span style=""> </span>I am afraid because you have been late for work.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/>“I will try to get up earlier.”</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br/>Finally, I ran out of grace for this and began sleeping normal hours again.<span style=""> </span>Fortunately for me this was good timing because my wife and kids finally checked the chickens and found they were ready to be mummified.<span style=""> </span>That was in early May.<span style=""> </span>The kids wrapped them up and made a little video.<br/><span style=""> </span><br/></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Now I noticed four boxes with mummified chickens inside sitting on top of my fridge.<o:p> </o:p>Things went along fine, but I made a critical mistake.<span style=""> </span>I threw out all the toys I bought them over the last year.<span style=""> </span>It was not days before they were up at night making mischief.<span style=""> </span>They have riled up the little dog nightly and now they have gotten to our older dog, Daisy.<span style=""> </span>She is up nightly, whining at the top of her lungs.<span style=""> </span>I know the cause, but until now have not been able to speak about it.<o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Last night Daisy had to sleep with us.<span style=""> </span>She was too scared at night anymore.<span style=""> </span>Then it happened…<span style=""> </span>I heard the sound of four small peg-legged pirates grabbing her and taking her into the family room.<span style=""> </span>This was followed by a spit wad hitting me in the eye.<span style=""> </span>I looked up and saw four tiny figures waddling out of my room with the dog.<o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I wiped the sleep form my eyes and followed them into the family room.<span style=""> </span>They asked me to sit down quietly as they had something on their minds.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>“Rob, you have been good to us, but you gotta understand something.<span style=""> </span>We are chickens.<span style=""> </span>We never signed up for this.<span style=""> </span>We were raised in a farm to produce eggs and become dinner.<span style=""> </span>We know this.<span style=""> </span>We never wanted anything else.<span style=""> </span>These jewels are not us.<span style=""> </span>The closest thing to what we wanted was when the kids put salt and spices on us.”<o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>“Please look at us.<span style=""> </span>Jewels and bandaids don’t belong on chickens.<span style=""> </span>Now look at the fridge.<span style=""> </span>What do you see?”<o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>“I see a fridge that needs some food???”<span style=""> </span>Said I, unsure of what they were getting at, and still half asleep.<o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>“No, look at those four boxes.<span style=""> </span>Look at that lonely space.<span style=""> </span>That is not a fridge to us, it is a prison. We don’t want to cause you any trouble, but we may be forced to take drastic measures.<span style=""> </span>Now, if you don’t want to have “Why did the chicken cross the road” jokes painted on your hallway walls, or see rubber chickens hanging from your rearview mirrors, please ask your wife to end this experiment!!!”<o:p></o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I assured the chickens I would do all that is in my power to help them.<br/></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><strong>Honey, can we end the experiment now, it has been a long time and the chickens are tired…</strong></p><br/><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-12606215531278544422007-06-08T02:19:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.798-04:00Why Being Overweight is ExpensiveI have been overweight for the last few years. I am not going to get into how or why it happened, but I am now faced with some more serious garbage because of it, and must deal with it. I don't want to get into that either. Man, this post is getting depressing and it was intended to be funny......<br/><br/>Anywho, being overweight, I have noticed a lot of things that are costly. <br/><br/>1. They don't have my sizes at Steve and Barry's. Come on, they don't even have a Steve and Barry's Plus! What's up with that? The closest I can come is Casual Male XL. Like what's wrong with this picture, I gotta pay 34 bucks for a pair of cargo pants there when I have to pay 9 at Steve and Barry's? Give me a stinkin break, I am not causing a shortage of fabric in the world!<br/><br/>2. Belts. Another thing you have to go to a tall and fat store for. Another thing you pay through the nose for, too! What, does it take two cows to make my belts? Are they lined with steel reinforcement?<br/><br/>3. Vehicles. Yeah, that's right. I can't fit in one of those econo gas things. NOOOOO, give the fat guy a gas guzzler. Why are cars engineered to be more economic also engineered for people under 5' tall and 2' wide?<br/><br/>4. Mountain bikes. My passion. I was sitting outside yesterday putting on new tires and I started thinking. I have never worn out a set of tire treads, but I wear out the sidewalls. Get a fat guy going forty around a corner and the tires want to peel off the rims sideways. So, lets see, that has been about 200 in rubber in the last three years. Ridiculous! But, I can run downhill tires at 50 bucks a piece and also add 10 pounds to my bike, thus making me slower and more tired and unable to ride and lose my desire to exercise....<br/><br/>4a. Not to mention as I am changing tires I notice I blew out another spoke. That makes ten spokes since I got this bike. Ok, go back to 4. Buy new DH rims that ill hold my fat carcass and then add another 5 pounds to the bike thus......<br/><br/>5. Discounts at the butcher. But, "Rob, you are saving money", you say. WRONG. The butcher sees a fat guy coming in for a piece of meat to grill and he discounts it, knowing the fat guy will buy half a cow if the price is better, thus making him even fatter!<br/><br/>Well, I have to stop my rant. I need to get ready for work.<br/><br/>Next post I will tell you what is on top of my fridge...Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-63713268792062539542007-05-24T03:11:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.801-04:00Mish Mash<p class="MsoNormal">I have been running like a chicken with its head cut off for quite some time now.<span style=""> </span>I know what a chicken with its head cut off runs like as my wife has four of them mummified on our fridge right now, but that is another story.<span style=""> </span>I have been running and learning some valuable lessons.<span style=""> </span>This post is going to be a mishmash of those lessons.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Scot Somerville posted a blog on the K-Dad network about a guy using scripture to defend his decision not to homeschool.<span style=""> </span></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.k-dad.net/blog/_archives/2007/5/5/2927271.html">http://www.k-dad.net/blog/_archives/2007/5/5/2927271.html</a></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">He followed that up with points on where he agreed and disagreed with this guy.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.k-dad.net/blog/_archives/2007/5/5/2927633.html">http://www.k-dad.net/blog/_archives/2007/5/5/2927633.html</a></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.k-dad.net/blog/_archives/2007/5/7/2930974.html">http://www.k-dad.net/blog/_archives/2007/5/7/2930974.html</a></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">On his points of agreeing with the writer, I have to say I agreed with him.<span style=""> </span>Scot made mention of how some who homeschool have made homeschooling their gospel.<span style=""> </span>I have seen this in my local circles.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">I have also been working as a sales representative for Linde Gas the last three years.<span style=""> </span>I do no fit the mold of a salesman, and do not fit the corporate lifestyle.<span style=""> </span>Somehow, though, I hit a rare honor to finish a sales quarter as number 1.<span style=""> </span>I have noticed that two things have happened in my life regarding this:</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">1. I find myself bleeding Linde blue.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">2. I find myself coasting on my achievements.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">We have been working on different projects at the church.<span style=""> </span>They range from VBS, Hope for Warren/Detroit, Youth Outreach, Missions to <st1:city w:st="on">Detroit</st1:city>, Missions to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Peru</st1:place></st1:country-region>, outdoor gardening, indoor rebuilding the sanctuary, and a winter retreat on top of our regular duties as youth pastors and running the youth and children’s ministries.<span style=""> </span>I love this part of the year in our church.<span style=""> </span>I love to do the work of the kingdom and partner with others who do as well.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">I would like to take a minute to stop my thoughts to tell you all how proud of my kids (and my very close friends the Sawicki’s kids, too) I am.<span style=""> </span>My daughters and Kalene worked very hard to make the garden beds at the church look nice on the outside, while my boys, and Richie worked like crazy tearing the sanctuary apart to get it ready for the new carpet.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">Okay, back to the thought in the previous paragraph.<span style=""> </span>I love to do this work, but I notice there are only a select few who regularly put their hand to the plow.<span style=""> </span>It was great to see a new generation of workers, though.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">I have also been working on websites.<span style=""> </span>I have been working on our church site, <a href="http://www.lhcf.net/">www.lhcf.net</a> the Institute for Black Family Development <a href="http://www.ifbfd.org/">www.ifbfd.org</a> and Missions Without Borders <a href="http://www.missions-without-borders.com/">www.missions-without-borders.com</a> as well as trying to recreate my youth community site at <a href="http://www.mtbmichigan.com/">www.mtbmichigan.com</a> .<o:p> </o:p></p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">As you know I got a bass guitar.<span style=""> </span>I have time to practice only two times a week as I am never home.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">I am an avid biker.<span style=""> </span>Yeah right.<span style=""> </span>I have only been on the trails three times this year.<span style=""> </span>No wonder I am overweight.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">I have been grilling like mad over the last several months.<span style=""> </span>This is partly because I like it, and partly because we have been so busy that I have been helping with the cooking.</p><br/><p class="MsoNormal">What does all this mean?<span style=""> </span>I will try to sum up the lessons learned.<span style=""> </span></p><br/><ol type="1" start="1" style="margin-top: 0in;"><br/> <li style="" class="MsoNormal">Idols are everywhere.<span style=""> </span>We tend to place so many things in front of the true work of the kingdom.<span style=""> </span>Some do it in a “godly way” but miss God for their own small vision lining what they want as gospel.<span style=""> </span>Some don’t even know they have things out of perspective.<span style=""> </span>I am guilty of this.<span style=""> </span>Some hide behind idols of some things, though they may be called of God to actually do them.<span style=""> </span>Some don’t even realize when they are getting pulled away.<span style=""> </span>Some of us drink the corporate “kool aide” and don’t even notice.<span style=""> </span>I am called to work.<span style=""> </span>I am not called to get self righteous in my work. </li><br/></ol><br/><ol type="1" start="2" style="margin-top: 0in;"><br/> <li style="" class="MsoNormal">There is a ton of work needed to reach the lost.<span style=""> </span>It was great to see a second generation of workers.<span style=""> </span>It is important to impart t our children the value of practice as well as knowledge.<span style=""> </span>If we just teach them the Bible, but don’t let them get their hands dirty, we are missing something.</li><br/></ol><br/><ol type="1" start="3" style="margin-top: 0in;"><br/> <li style="" class="MsoNormal">Websites are a lot of work.</li><br/></ol><br/><ol type="1" start="4" style="margin-top: 0in;"><br/> <li style="" class="MsoNormal">Rob, did you ever hear of the word MARGIN?????<span style=""> </span>For cryin’ out loud, I have been running too much!<span style=""> </span>I have little to no time to take care of my needs.<span style=""> </span>I can see how my wife feels.<span style=""> </span>She has worked endlessly for far too long.<span style=""> </span>I think we should take a vacation. BTW, just to throw in a quick note, my wife is gorgeous and I am the luckiest guy in the whole world.<br/> </li><br/></ol><br/><ol type="1" start="5" style="margin-top: 0in;"><br/> <li style="" class="MsoNormal">On that margin note, I am also in desparate need of time alone with our Father.<span style=""> </span>Working like crazy, even if it is for the kingdom, can become empty if you are empty.<span style=""> </span>Margin with Dad is necessary.</li><br/></ol>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-66942825921636574732007-05-15T02:43:00.000-04:002010-05-29T11:40:05.804-04:00A Parody BandWell, now that I am a total rock star, I find myself surfing the web looking for other bands to associate and jam with. You know how it is, you get really talented, get too big for your fishbowl and have to broaden your horizons, you dig me... Yeah, well I am at that place. I am doin' like 40 minute bass solos at the church, and doin' impromptu concerts in my front yard, signin' autographs, the whole nine yards..... I'm at this place where I need to expand my artistic abilities. So I am looking on line to find a band who has the sound I'm lookin' for to go big with.<br/><br/>EDITOR'S NOTE: Read the above as "I was on line reading someone's blog. I happened to find this parody band I wanted to share with you. They are called ApologetiX, and they are a Christian group who takes modern songs and rewrites them. Some of the songs are really good, some are really funny. The link to their website is <a href="http://www.apologetix.com">www.apologetix.com</a> . They have tons of free downloads. <br/><br/>In no way am I any good at playing bass guitar yet. I have played a few times with my youth. Most of my time on the web is related to work. The time I do spend on music is related to learning how to play."Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-43104954437308493842007-02-24T14:32:00.000-05:002010-05-29T11:40:05.807-04:00I am a dope!!!I wanted to update a site I run for youth ministry, www.mtbmichigan.com . It is an alternative to myspace, and a fun community for the youth I minister to. Well, I wanted to update it, but instead, I crashed it.<br/><br/>I am going to go cook something and drown my sorrows in porkfat...<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-74687272174120885212006-11-12T08:10:00.000-05:002010-05-29T11:40:05.809-04:00Soap Poisoning is Eminent<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Well, I hesitate to write this because it really drives home that something is wrong with me. I am victim of another soap story! This one was by my own hand. Sad but true, I must really have a problem.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Each Wednesday morning I wake up early to help at a local high school Christian Club. I provide support as a youth pastor. This venture has me waking up at around 5:00 am each Wednesday.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Recently, we got a new dog. Her name is Faith. She is a boxer mix puppy. She is pretty cute, but also very young. This means potty training. Is it called potty training when it is a dog?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Well, it was about 6:00. I just made the coffee and was about to get my to go cup ready for the morning. I was just about to wash my cup when I heard a little whimpering from the boys room. I sat the cup down next to the sink and ran to take care of the puppy. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Okay, puppy taken care of. No messes. Where were we? Oh that's right the coffee. I put my sugar and cream in and filled the cup with a delicious Starbuck's roasted bean. Out the door I run, coffee in hand, and off to the youth group.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I get to the group all right and didn't have a sip. Fortunately the cup I used keeps the coffee quite warm. It is around 7:30 now and I am off to the other side of the city for a meeting with my boss. It is now time to enjoy my coffee. I take a sip and realize that I never actually cleaned the cup. All I did was fill the cup with soap. It all comes back to me that I had to run to take care of the puppy and that I set the cup down next to the sink without washing it. Man, all I need is another bagel and this coffee would be perfect!!!</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br> </p> <p style="margin: 0px;"></p>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-69400926452159682752006-11-07T13:34:00.000-05:002010-05-29T11:40:05.812-04:00The Dangers of HomeschoolingI know we are supposed to be homeschool advocates, but I have just run into several dangers of being a homeschool parent. These are not little pitfalls, but major death defying dangers. I am scared to write this as I know some left leaning anti homeschooler will use this as proof that we are radicals.<br><br>Several days ago I came home. I was tired and slightly discombobulated. I was running low on blood sugar from not eating the entire day at work. I had a few minutes to spare between appointments so I wanted to eat a very quick bite and be off.<br><br>I looked in the fridge (where the chicken mummies nearly fell on my head when I opened the door) and found a rare treat. Bagels. Oh what a delight! Bagels are wonderful. I was so excited to have a bagel. Oh, and look at that on the counter. Could that be cream cheese?<br><br>I was so excited to have a bagel with cream cheese that I hardly noticed it was a little hard to spread. Maybe it was accidentally put in the freezer. No problem, I will just put it in the microwave and warm the whole thing up together. <br><br>30 seconds had passed and the cream cheese melted into the bagel. I could hardly wait to eat this wonderful little morsel. Hope sprang into my body, and just the smell of warm bagel was revitalizing my energy. I took a bite. Mmmmmm, mmmmm, ummm...<br><br>Something was a little out of the ordinary on that bite. No matter, all will be right with the next bite. Slowly I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to taste that wonderful cream cheese, but... Now it was certain. Something was definitely not right here. Maybe it was the cream cheese. Maybe it had been sitting a little too long on the counter. I did notice it was a little hard to spread. Well, I was hungry and there was no point in wasting a bagel, even if it did taste a little weird.<br><br>I went on to nearly the end of the bagel wondering where I had tasted that wierd taste before. I couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly, the wife and kids burst through the front door. <br><br>"What are you eating," my wife asked. <br>"A bagel and cream cheese," said I. "Would you like one?"<br>"Sure" was the unanimous reply.<br><br>We started to eat bagels together and I noticed the kids avoided the cream cheese on the counter and instead went for some other cream cheese in the fridge. Fortunately for them, the chicken mummies had been moved so they wouldn't fall on their heads. I asked them why they didn't finish the cream cheese on the counter. "Dad, that isn't cream cheese. It's a bar of soap!"<br><img src="http://www.mtbmichigan.com/main/components/com_datsogallery/img_pictures/med_creamcheesesoap.jpg"><br> <p style="margin: 0px;"></p>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703159211585595187.post-17332180576886654782006-07-06T02:05:00.001-04:002010-05-29T11:13:37.258-04:00Mission Trip HumorWell, I just returned from a VERY long month of mission work both in my local neighborhood and in Guatemala. I am going to break from the no talking about ministry rules for a little while to share my experiences as I am so amazed at our God and His power. I will be writing in a few installments about these experiences. I am going to start things off with this post:<br /><br />Top Ten Funniest things I experienced on this Mission Trip:<br />10. Store Vendor, "Hello"<br />Pastor Janine, "No, that's too much."<br />9. "Would you like a Mango?"<br />8. Miss Ina Walker playing the part of a drunk lady in a drama.<br />7. "You really have a good singing voice."<br />6. "That fat Scottish guy is really nice."<br />5. "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" shower music.<br />4. "Liver alone, cheese mine."<br />3. Shoulder roll<br />2. "Is that Ashton Kutcher?"<br />And.......<br />1. "Oh God, we lift Bhudda before you..." Prayer for a teen in our group.<br /><br />I know some of these won't make sense to you, but they were funny to those who were there. <br /><br />Pictures of the Mission trip can be seen here <a href="http://www.lhcf.net/lhcfimages/guatemala2006/guatemala2006/">Guatemala Pictures</a><br />Pictures of our VBS can be seen here <a href="http://www.lhcf.net/lhcfimages/vbs2006/vbs2006/">VBS 2006</a><br /><p style="margin: 0px;"></p>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07661583602799129279noreply@blogger.com1