Limb Stepping

This is scary but I’m doing it anyway. If you’ll notice I’ve got a new widget on the side of my blog that lists my most commented on blog posts in history. You’ll then notice that the top one has 107 comments. Back then there were more people I knew blogging. Back then there were more people commenting. These days comments are few and far between.

What’s that? What’s that I hear? Is that a challenge?

You’re on. You’re on like applesauce.

Lets see if we can break the odds, lets see if we can break 107. Is that possible? I realize I’m asking a lot. But the challenge has been made. I realize I’m asking us all to sacrifice. So lets make it easy, here are some suggestions, some ways that I think we can make it happen and also a few rules:

  • Just give a shout out- Tell me you’re there if you’ve never commented before
  • One idea is to follow suit of a status update from facebook and start a story by writing one line that the next commenter then adds to
  • Don’t comment 107 times in a row please, that would cheapen it a little bit
  • Share the love and invite a friend or two to help me reach this goal
  • Say whatever you want and just have fun with it…I know I will.

Oh, and one last thing…if I don’t get my comments I will be humiliated in front of all my friends.

Levitical Musings

I’ve had about ten blogs running through my head all day and now that I’m sitting here at the computer this is all I can think about…

I read this scripture from the New Living Translation this morning and found it intriguing.

“No one who has a defet may come near to me, whether he is blind or lame, stunted or deformed, or has a broken foot or hand, or has a humped back or is a dwarf, or has a defective eye, or has oozing sores or scabs on his skin, or has damaged testicles.” Leviticus 21:18-20

How does that contrast with Jesus’ words in Matthew 11:28

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke (teaching) up on you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke fits perfectly, and the burden I give you is light.”

Something has changed right? Either God has changed, we’ve changed, or the way we’re able to relate with God has changed. I’ve got my guess. Do you have yours?

Teenager

dsc_00661Why is my three year old son a teenager already? Yesterday he wanted to gather every single blanket in the house to build a “castle” on his new loft bed. (as a side note, my daughter is pulling up my shirt and tickling me right now) When I wouldn’t allow Jones to put EVERY blanket in the house on his bed he broke down in tears and ran out to Jessica and stated through his sobs “Why is dad ruining my life!”

What! I’m ruining my three year olds life! I should feel more bad than I do. More than feeling bad, I’m just sad that my sons life is so pathetic and easy to ruin.

Teenagers. Sheesh.

Urban Dictionary

I just was sorely disappointed to find out that I am in the Urban Dictionary. I cannot write everything down that was said about my name but I can give you its first definition:

Ryan Woods: a man in a woman’s dress, or crossdresser

 

Ouch.