I really enjoyed this book. Now it's no secret that I'm a crier. I shed tears during movies, and people's personal stories and the occasional book. But this book, told in three acts, had me sitting in bed just in tears. Maybe it had to do with the memories from back in the high school years laughing and imitating Chris, or maybe it was the source of Chris' demons that I suddenly felt connected to, I don't know but suddenly I spent my week in a weird funk. Knowing the "end of the story" and rapidly building towards the climax of Chris' death...well I found it a really difficult read...(lacking words). The book repeatedly suggested that the Chris Farley seen in the sketch entitle The Chris Farley show was who Chris was. I certainly hope so. And that being the case the following clip is especially poignant, particularly Chris' last question about the lyrics from the Abbey Road album.
Maybe because of the Olympics you found yourself a fan of gymnastics. And maybe you've wondered why the guys and girls don't perform the same skills. Well here is one fella performing on the uneven bars...
If you need to give it a listen, because you just don't trust me, then just click HERE...
In case you are wondering why is Vol. II then click HERE and HERE(the second link is a humorous interview of AP (the artist) by AP (the interviewer), along with AP (the author) and a brief visit by AP (the children's artist).
Oh and I still giving away one of these upcoming albums...Currently only one person (way to go Chad) has responded to the contest...
Since the album release is Oct. 21st. I'm going to keep the contest opening until Oct. 14th. (also I'm sure when I actually receive these two copies...)
I've been reading a biography on Chris Farley this week called The Chris Farley Show. It has been messing with me too; all week long I've been in this funky depressed mood. Anyways here is a quote by Chris towards the later part of his life:
"The notion of love is something that would be a wonderful thing. I don't think I've ever experienced it, other than the love of my family. At this point it's something beyong my grasp. But I can imagine it, and longing for it makes me sad."
So I am currently in day 2 of a 4 month fast. Obviously this isn't a complete fast, otherwise I'd be a real idiot. This fast is a two part-er, which I do need some help defining, but before I do that let me explain why the fast.
Lately I've been waiting on God for direction. The only thing that I've been feeling a calling towards was a fast. Most people already know that I've been on a Dr. Pepper fast for the entire year and have actually been doing well at that. But there really wasn't in point in the DP fast other than to see if I could do it.
Feeling a calling to a deep more purposefully fast I began preparing to limit my beverage intake only to water, milk and 100% juices. But seeing as I don't really drink milk (always afraid it's spoiled) or juice (always taste weird after I've brushed my teeth), this is essentially a water only thing.
As I considered how this would change even some of my eating habits I realized that I would have some struggles even going to Chic-fil-a, because there I've replaced my DP addiction with a sweet tea one. So the next thing I decided was to go ahead and plan to also fast from fast food for the final four months of the year.
So for the next four months (September to December) I will be replacing almost all beverages and fast food with prayer. Now this may seem like a silly fast, especially since I don't eat a lot of fast food, but being as my goal is to inject my prayer life with a little more power, consistency and purpose...well this works for me.
More specifically I will be praying for a least three things: (1) direction, (2) foreign missions and global causes, and (3) one particular friend who is currently on a mission trip. For this specific missionary friend I want her to know that while she is struggling with some situations and difficulties where she is at, there will be someone who is regularly praying for her and laboring with her.
I'm a guy who builds in routines and habits, and over the past year I've been going to Chic-fil-a during lunch at least once, usually twice a week (about the only time I eat fast food). So there will be at least 2 hours a week I replace with prayer. This doesn't count the numerous times a day I drive past a place and have to replace my hunger for fast food with prayer. Or every time I take a drink of water and send up a flare prayer, these tend to add up throughout the day.
What I need your help with though is defining what is fast food. Some places just easily fit the fast food definition. McDonald's, Chic, Burger King, etc. But there are some that I don't know about. I've been asking friends, but thought I'd open the discussion to everyone here. So far they aren't an issue, but maybe down the road. As these come up, I'll be asking for help from you, my blogging community.
So let's start:
How do you define fast food?
and
Are these by your definition fast food? - Subway - Chipotle
There are days where you can live your ordinary life but at the end of the day question whether or not you're even a good person. Let alone whether you've followed closely to Jesus. And while I could never tell you I've had a perfect day (I'm extremely self-critical)... I will say that today, at the end of it all, I think I really was a good person.
I just read this in Mark Batterson's "Wild Goose Chase":
"I'm afraid that our therapeutic approach to faith sometimes causes us to minimize our sinfulness in a human attempt to feel better about ourselves. But all that does is short-circuit our understanding and appreciation of God's grace. We can't appreciate the full extent of God's grace until we realize the full extent of our sin. Then, and only then, can we chase the Wild Goose (the Holy Spirit) and His will for us with passion."
Reflecting on this I was reminded of a conversation I had with a friend once, confessing my struggle to faithfulness and holiness. I had been dealing with some sin my life and wasn't seeing God bring about healing and restoration in my life. I was then doubting whether I should even claim the promises of God and just return to Him the distance coldness I assumed of Him. Would just indulging my sinfulness be easier than pursuing God's righteousness? Wouldn't that at least offer me that which God was holding from me? My friend wisely recognized that these were just my emotions and moments of despair and didn't panic to "fix" me or correct my theology. Instead he encouraged me to pursue the evil in me. To honestly see how unrighteous I could be. I scoffed at him thinking he was mocking my personal pains. But he looked me in the eye and challenged me to indulge all my pride, lust, greed and wickedness. I tried to sleep that night considering the permission granted me to engage in all that I spent a lifetime wrestling to avoid. Batterson quotes C.S. Lewis in his book:
"When a man is getting better he understands more and more clearly the evil that is still left in him. When a man is getting worse he understands his own badness less and less."
My God's grace when considered in light of my potential for evil is more and more unfathomable. There is no sin so great that God wouldn't dare remove the burden of it's weight from you and flick it off to the most distant galaxy. If God's grace seems small today, maybe your sin is small. To which I grant you permission to pursue your sin. As I just considered my potential for evil I rediscovered a God who's is holy and wild and greater and worth more than any other pursuit. I trust you will too.
p.s. i was originally typing this on my phone and when i tried to save it for further editing it published...sorry to those you read the incomplete version first...
I'm sure the Yankees and several other MLB teams are not only scouting this kid, but are secretly offering his family some signing bonus cash. Also with a name like Jericho Scott, well it just sounds like a major league name.
I am really anticipating this album. You can currently purchase 2 for $15 HERE. Buy one and share one. Curious why it's called Volume II when there hasn't been a Volume I, well read this hysterical interview of Andrew Peterson (the musician), conducted by Andrew Peterson (the interviewer), interrupted by Andrew Peterson (the author) and a brief appearance by Andrew Peterson (the clown-like children's song writer).
So recently I purchased the three seasons of Veronica Mars and quickly went through them. Then I went about sharing it's crack cocaine addictiveness with my community of friends. Currently the dvds are making their rounds. Here is a small clip from season 3 (don't worry no spoilers here)
I show this to you, because at the end of the clip Veronica uses the phrase "Boom goes the dynomite". Maybe you've never heard this phrase before, in which case watch this dreadfully pain-filled youtube classic.
I love so many things about this clip, but just a couple to point out would be these: First: "boom goes the dynomite"...awesome! Second: he refers to Reggie Miller as "the man". And third: The non-reaction by the other news anchors, and his reaction to them. I was listening to Dan Patrick's radio show yesterday morning on my way to work, when he interviewed this guy, who current does investigating reporting in Waco, TX. So glad I'm not him, but I do love his catch phrase.
Yesterday The Gang, my community group, gave me an awesome gift for my birthday. This is a great gift as I stop in there about once a week. Sometimes I roam the thousands of CD’s searching for that rarity album that I must have.
Side Note: Once I found Can You Hear Us Now by David Crowder Band at this CD Exchange. This was back in 2000, I think. I didn’t even know it was out yet. So I quickly purchased the album and began playing all the time. About a month later I’m at a youth leaders convention that DCB was leading worship at, and I caught the boys during a break and asked them to sign my album. The guys began to freak out. What I failed to realize was that the album wasn’t even due for release for at least another month. They asked me where I got it and I told them, “at a CD Exchange in San Antonio”. A couple of the guys shoulders just sank. They had passed the CD out to local Christian bookstores in hopes of getting them to prominently displaying them upon their release. We concluded that some moron at the Family Christian bookstore took the CD and just sold it. David and the boys signed the album, “first copy ever!”. Please don’t ask me what happened to that album…it makes me cry.
Anyways. This is a large gift from such a cool group, so I thought I should make a public declaration to use this for good and not for evil. I will also try to use it for the better-ment of the group. I’ll most likely get some TV series with it which we can pass amongst each other, and a CD or two depending on what’s left over.
Here are the albums I promise not to purchase: Click HERE. And here are the TV shows I promise not to purchase: Click HERE.
If you have suggests on what to purchase and what to avoid, PLEASE leave your comments.
This is my birthday cake. My mom made the cake and dropped it off at Rachel's house, knowing that I would be attending my community group. Then my princesses decorated it...I'm amazed that there was "tink" cake decorations available somewhere. I've had that little nugget in my mind for a few years. When I wink at someone it always felt as if a small sound was needed. It had to be something delicate, yet not un-manly, reflecting the wink. I came up with "tink"... I've thought it for a long time, but only recently shared it...suddenly it's a hit. Weird birthday treat.
This is great. I love the way EA Sports is interacting with fan video and playing along with the obvious flaws of their previous game. Great discussion tool as well.
Three songs have dominated the disco in my head today and I thought I'd share them with you. I italicized the lyrics for you that were really hitting me difficultly. I have to apologize, because when I have mind dumps...the crap tends to hit the floor. Watch your step.
First: The Silence of God by Andrew Peterson
There are some YouTube video out there, but they were attached to some slide show so I didn't want to post on here, but if you want to hear the song, you can find it here.
It's enough to drive a man crazy; it'll break a man's faith
It's enough to make him wonder if he's ever been sane
When he's bleating for comfort from Thy staff and Thy rod
And the heaven's only answer is the silence of God
It'll shake a man's timbers when he loses his heart
When he has to remember what broke him apart
This yoke may be easy, but this burden is not
When the crying fields are frozen by the silence of God
And if a man has got to listen to the voices of the mob
Who are reeling in the throes of all the happiness they've got
When they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to that cross
Then what about the times when even followers get lost?
'Cause we all get lost sometimes...
There's a statue of Jesus on a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky, all quiet and cold
And He's kneeling in the garden, as silent as a Stone
All His friends are sleeping and He's weeping all alone
And the man of all sorrows, he never forgot
What sorrow is carried by the hearts that he bought
So when the questions dissolve into the silence of God
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
The aching may remain, but the breaking does not
In the holy, lonesome echo of the silence of God
I've been making some big decisions lately. And then reneging on those decisions and starting all over. I think I missed my quarter-life crisis and opted for a third-life one instead.
Numerous people have encouraged me to listen to God, but I can't decide if He's not speaking to me or that there is just too much raging around me. And when you're counsel can not come to a consensus you can often feel like a dizzy child who's spun around a bat.
I love that this song reminds me that "the aching may remain, but the breaking does not". If you know this album of AP's then you might know that the following song decides that after the last tear falls it is God's love that remains.
Second: Welcome Home by Shaun Groves
Take, me, make me All You want me to be That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking
Welcome to this heart of mine I've buried under prideful vines Grown to hide the mess I've made Inside of me Come decorate, Lord Open up the creaking door And walk upon the dusty floor Scrape away the guilty stains Until no sin or shame remain Spread Your love upon the walls And occupy the empty halls Until the man I am has faded No more doors are barricaded
Chorus: Come inside this heart of mine It's not my own Make it home Come and take this heart and make it All Your own Welcome home
Take a seat, pull up a chair Forgive me for the disrepair And the souvenirs from floor to ceiling Gathered on my search for meaning Every closet's filled with clutter Messes yet to be discovered I'm overwhelmed, I understand I can't make this place all that You can
repeat chorus
I took the space that You placed in me Redecorated in shades of greed And I made sure every door stayed locked Every window blocked, and still You knocked
repeat chorus
Take me, make me All You want me to be
That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking
Have I cluttered my life with so much of my own wants, and must haves, and sentimental burdens, and all the crap that prevents me from loving like Jesus loved? Does this stuff rule my space and time? I haven't removed Jesus, I've just pushed him into a corner.
I've been wrestling with the need to find change in my life. Maybe it's part of turning 30 this month, and maybe not. Maybe it's just that life didn't turn out like I had it mapped.
Or maybe it's just that I need to have a little "come to Jesus" conversation...well...with Jesus.
There was a time in my life when I had confidence in the Spirit and took bold risks. And lately I feel like a spiritual dwarf.
Which makes me consider that maybe I'm not the one who's too small, but rather maybe I've secured for myself a God who's too safe and small.
and Third: Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade
The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting
Could it be that we have been this way before
I know you don't think that I am trying
I know you're wearing thin down to the core
But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find
This is not what I intended
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart
You always thought that I was stronger
I may have failed
But I have loved you from the start
Ohhhh
But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
It's impossible
So breathe in so deep
Breathe me in I'm yours to keep
And hold onto your words
'Cause talk is cheap
And remember me tonight
When you're asleep
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find
Yeah, a little sentimental, background music for a WB show...or EW....or whatever they're calling themselves. But I like it. I bought the cd based on the band name and the album cover only to say, "oh I know this song."
Crap. I hate reacting to cheap scare tactics in movies and on tv. That would also include stupide videos that get e-mailed to you which include screaming witches at the end of a slide show. But I cannot deny the fact that this video got me. Thanks...
Divers shower in between each dive to keep their muscles warm after getting out of the pool. The temperature of the pool water and the air are usually different (the pool is usually around 80 degrees, with the air temperature between 68 and 72 degrees). This difference can cause muscle tightness. To combat this, divers warm up in either the showers or a hot tub.
On a recent road trip a couple of ladies decided to create a list of things I could do to improve myself. How generous of them huh? And while I often, almost to a neurotic nature, worry that there are elements of me to be improved I welcomed their list. What I was unaware of was that this was in actuality a list by the girls to improve me for their own benefit. In fact these ladies just now refer to this list as My Princess List (meaning how I can serve and support the princesses in my life).
I’ll let you decide on what you agree with and what suggestions of theirs am I doing well with and should just ignore.
And please feel free to add any additional suggestions…
THINGS TO IMPROVE ABOUT MYSELF
aka My Princess List
[Thoughts in the parenthesis are my thoughts]
-Try not to make Jamie or any woman feel insecure about her feet. (Even though she often wears flip flops and sometimes walks around with bare feet resulting in dirty, dirty feet)
-Be more mindful of the needs of princesses (Remember, princesses will blame you for anything, including when others lock their keys in their cars)
-Be more interesting (“What…what….what…what..be more constructive with your criticisms”)
-Pay lots of compliments
-Audibly demonstrate compliments given (A smile or head nod is not enough, the words “Thank You” must be spoken, even when the compliment is given back-handedly)
-Find more male friends (as an outlet)
-Bear the princess’ load when needed (via piggy back rides, carrying their ridiculously large purses, etc.)
-Don’t be around Taylor, she’s engaged which is practically married (I don’t remember the context of this suggestion, other than Taylor having just gotten engaged)
-Believe everything Rachel and Jaime say (Now that just seems excessive, right? But they said it so it must be true)
-Learn to…(this suggestion was rather crude so I’ll PG it up by saying)…appreciate toes. (you see I tend to think feet are usually dirty and gross, but they did offer their own toes for me to practice on)
Here is a couple of quotes that I read today, from this book I'm currently reading entitled The Journey of Crazy Horse by Joseph M. Marshall III.
After Crazy Horse has his heart broken by Black Buffalo Woman. "...the fickleness of yong women was always difficult to understand... so too were the ambitions of grown men." Which is somewhat comforting that even years ago, despite time and culture woman are still a mystery.
Also...
As Crazy Horse's legend began to grow among his own people, some were content to wait and see... "The reckless die young," the old men advised, "and their only legacy is their brief moment of glory, but over time it is forgotten. It is the steady and steadfast that prevail." The old ones said, "so while it serves the heart and the imagination to hear the exploits of a new young warrior, one's who's quiet ways in camp contraditcted the stories of daring on the battle field. The old men puffed on their pipes as they sat around the evening fires and nodded knowingly. "Over time young Crazy Horse would give up his reckless ways," they said, "everyone does." I can't help consider this quote in the context of the numerous up and coming baseball players that have been highlighted over the past couple seasons. And in the context of ministry, and the numerous young pastors who are rising lately.
Just because some of us grow old and out of shape doesn't mean we don't still have the drive for competitive sports. It's just that sometimes our sore backs and weak knees dictate this:
"The biblical fact is that there are no successful churches. There are, instead, communities of sinners, gathered before God week after week in towns and villages all over the world. The Holy Spirit gathers them and does his work in them. In these communities one of the sinners is called pastor and is given a designated responsibility in community. The pastor's responsibility is to keep the community attentive to God."
Saturday began around 9:15. I rolled out of bed, showered, dressed and packed for my overnight trip to Houston. The objective was the John Mayer concert. Taylor should up with a special surprise. Frankie was with her and they spent their morning getting engaged.
So I travel I-10 with Rachel and Jaime.
These chicks are nuts. Seriously there was a boat load of laughter on this jaunt, thank to these two ladies. I posted a couple times some updates on the travel conversations (HERE and HERE). There was additional discussions, but I like to keep this blog with a sensible rating.
Taylor and Frankie led the two vehicle caravan, newly engaged.
Brett Dennen opened the show, and I think we all agreed that he was just okay. He didn't even play the one song that some of us knew.
Colbie Caillat took the stage next...she's purrr-ty.
I think Taylor was most excited about seeing her.
Johnny Boy held the stage for about two hours. Here's the set list:
Waiting on the World to Change Why Georgia Crossroads I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You) Wheel Bigger Than My Body Mercy Free Falling Good Love is On the Way Find Another You Stitched Up Belief Gravity
ENCORE
Vultures Say
I think this was the first Mayer concert for all of us and I can safely say that none of us were disappointed. There was some surprises about what was not included in the set, but by no means did anyone feel like something was missing either. It was a little awkward (at least for most men at the show) that John played the entire two hours without his shirt, and that the cameras continued to pan back and forth between his guitar and his face. However, the ladies loved it.
While hanging out after the show waiting for some of the crowd to dissipate we were taking photos of each other. In one I pretended to be passed out (drunk like many of the other attendees), and apparently I do a great drunk guy. Because these two drunk chicks walked by, one saying "look at this one he can't even wake up". Then she practically straddled me and attempted to wake me up.
Yep just a typical Saturday for me. I was glad others were finally able to experience it with me.
We wrapped up the evening with a visit to some all night pie place. Jaime had to walk in with only one sandal, having lost it somewhere between the pavilion and the restuarant.
I had some biscuits and gravey with hash browns. It wasn't great, but having skipped dinner I was hungry.
I really want to spend some more time posting some photos (maybe a sweet 5 minute solo by the man himself) and retell some stories but bed time is a callin', so I want to promise that tomorrow I'll definitely do that.
However throughout the trip Rachel and Jaime felt it was their calling to help me give and receive compliments. I was unaware that either of these were a problem, but as any guy will tell you, spend any time with a gaggle of girls and your perceived flaws will soon be pointed out.
Nevertheless, to these amazing (and extremely open) women:
You are an incredible joy!
Thank you for the hours of laughter and your pure child-like enthusiasm for life.
Here is some more updates from the road fiasco to H-Town ("dark-town" - Jaime), this trip is blowing my mind: - our Buc-ee's wraps for lunch - Jaime's $14 fudge (wink wink...I don't even know what that means) - just in case list (um...no explaining) - Jaime's dance party/seizures (does anyone have singles?) - "that what she said" (sorry the Deuce) - Jaime and I dated for 5 minutes (my barely legal babe...we decided to waited 10 more days) - I'm worried about Jaime's high turn over rate - at the Journey/Heart/Cheap Trick concert their was some expensive ladies escorting some elderly gentlemen - JT just rocks socks - my reading in the car just makes me seem old - apparently I am now referred to as Big Papa or Big Papa C - Taylor Swift reminds us of Tim McGraw who reminds me Faith Hill - halter tops are awkward (trying to ignore "conversations") - "i'm kinda big deal" & "my apartment smells of rich mahogany" & "you have a breath taking hiney" & more Anchorman quotes
I'm on my way to Houston for the John Mayer concert, hopefully Jennifer Aniston will show, fingers crossed... So I'm riding in Rachel's 4 Runner with her and Jaime. So far the topics of discussion: - Taylor and Frankie's engagement (yea!!) - Buc-ee's rest stop - Katy Perry & Adele - "burnt vagina" (girls talk about strange stuff) - Chinesee animal symbols (we three are all horses) - joining nudist colonies (I just want to carry around my membership card and Jaime just wants an even tan) - giving and receiving compliments
I really like this quote. I found it HERE. What do you think?
"Too many Christians today are trying to improve on the gospel. The gospel is what it is: the Cross of Christ. Christians on both the political right and the left are downplaying the effects of the Fall, and instead buying into a secular myth of progress through market economics or socialism."
-Mark Dever is pastor of Capitol Hill Baptist Church in Washington, D.C. Taken from "Does Your Preaching Touch Politics?" in the Summer 2008 issue of Leadership journal. To see the quote IN context, you'll need to see the print version of Leadership. To subscribe, click on the cover of Leadership on this page.
When people pray for God's hand to be involved in their lifes I can't help but think of the guy who preforms the shell game. I don't know why, or if it's supposed to have some significance, but there you go...
I wasn't expecting this. I assumed he'd end up at Florida, Cleveland or maybe the White Sox (who grabbed Junior). The Dodgers was something out of the blue.
This November Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince will hit the theater screens, but thankfully today you can check out the latest trailer. (Click HERE to see it in HD). Also below the trailer there is numerous photos as well.
This song below was on a couple of blog postings today, and I've been listening to it for about an hour straight now. It's 2:35 on my phone's clock, but "just one more time." This song has become my personal prayer this early morning.
What are you desperate stripes in need of healing today?
I have to believe that Jesus is our Healor, because as it's constantly proven over and over again, He's all that I to trust in, and at the end of my days He's all I need.
I have to believe that He's all you need today too.
So today...all day...I want to approach the throne of grace with confidence...with you.
So leave your reply, I'll get constant e-mailed updates to my phone, and I want to do what little I can for you today...that being prayer.
What can I pray for you today?
You're my Healer
You hold my every moment You calm my raging seas You walk with me through fire And heal all my disease
I trust in You I trust in You
I believe You're my Healer I believe You are all I need I believe You're my Portion I believe You're more than enough for me Jesus You're all I need
My Healer, You're my Healer
Nothing is impossible for You Nothing is impossible for You Nothing is impossible for You You hold my world in Your hands
I really appreciate Rick Warren opening up a forum for the two main presidential candidates. It will certainly be a huge insight into each man and hopefully help in the decision making process for me. Here's some video of Warren being interviewed about the upcoming forum.
I really haven't sat at the computer very much this week, outside of work that is.
It's no more evident that in my blog reading...
As you can see I use the Google Reader, and have about 100 subscriptions, of which I read about 25 religously word for word. The others, mainly just as the peak my interest. I try to keep my unread items at around 50. Some of those I'll have read, but wanted to reread, or they sparked a blog post idea, or it's really long and I need to really carve out time to read and intake. Today I just looked at it and it reads 313! I may need to spend some quality blogging time tomorrow.
So last Sunday after the evening service Tommy, April, Erin, the Deuce and I enjoyed some time hanging out over Chipotle yumminess. Somehow as we were sharing the idea of having Tommy, the local artist (amazing painter whose work I should post sometime), paint something with the Deuce and I.
We laughed for quite sometime before April, Tommy's wife, suggested cherubs. It was like a ray of light from heaven. The Deuce and I agreed that this would be perfect, as long as we were painted wearing hats because you will generally find us wearing ball caps.
Tommy was all in, and planned to paint Tuesday and Wednesday, in total he spent about 10 hours on the project.
Back to Sunday - the Deuce and I returned home, stood in Chris' doorway and giggled and planned what else we could do for this prank. Then we did the same Monday night.
On Tuesday night we stood in awe of the half finished work and both made a pack never to do something this amazing to the other.
On Wednesday we marveled at the finished work and again repeated our vow that we would not ever recreate this awesomeness on each other.
On Thursday, Rachel, Tupas (Amanda), the Duece and I purchased Chris a new bed set and sheets. The sheets were 100% polyester, black and in gold the word Playboy with the Playboy bunny.
On Saturday, Rachel and I hung the stuff around the ceiling, which I know what it's called but have no clue as how to spell it. Rachel also wrapped Chris' lap shade with a boa, to spice it up.
Then we waited in holy anticipation for Chris' return.
Chris returned Sunday, at around 2:15 in the morning. I think he was too tired to give the proper response. I was really hoping for some swearing that punches thrown, instead he just remained speechless for a short period of time before saying, "uh...".
Hopefully I'll post the video of the Reveal tomorrow or later this week, but for now here is a photo. Visit my facebook page for additional photos.
(fyi - that me on the left and the Deuce on the right)
I really enjoyed this book.
I honestly think Little League Baseball may be the greatest sport ever.
I'm amazed that there was "tink" cake decorations available somewhere. I've had that little nugget in my mind for a few years. When I wink at someone it always felt as if a small sound was needed. It had to be something delicate, yet not un-manly, reflecting the wink.
As you can see I use the Google Reader, and have about 100 subscriptions, of which I read about 25 religously word for word. The others, mainly just as the peak my interest.
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