Lori says that my blog is boring and that I need to start posting more interesting things. Ouch. Thanks Lori for the motivation…I’d like to show you my gratitude by writing you a poem:

Lori Clark seems quite nice

She’s Agape’s newly appointed women’s minister sans lice

She’s happy

She’s joyful

She’s really great.

She once taught my dear niece

And now that niece is eight

She hates my blog and reads nonetheless

Like a fly to a bug zapper heading to its death

The olympics are in China

So is Yao Ming

Lori’s married to Ron and its much more than a fling

He’s really good lookin’ with an earring and all

His traveling days will be over come this fall.

This poem reminds me of my blog

pointless and random

possibly funny and possibly, as Lori would put it, boring.

Thanks Lori.

I feel obligated to post something new tonight. That last post was pretty worthless and not very thought out.
so…
I already went there with this post, so lets go ahead and go there again…

• Tara and I went to a home taught geometry class together once a week. And I’m pretty sure that as Tara drove me there we would sing old hyms. We might have even switched some of the words in the songs with the word “Geom” which is what we lovingly called geometry.
• Jen and I have all of the My Little Buttercup dance from Three Amigos memorized and we have performed it many a times at camp.
• The main thing hindering my relationship with my brother-in-law Ben is that Jen committed dancing adultery with him and did the Buttercup dance with him instead of me as her partner. As of today I still have not forgiven him of the hurt it caused to my heart.
• (WARNING: I may have posted this thought before) As a kid I found brushing my teeth depressing in every way. You see, brushing your teeth is not something you can ever accomplish, you’ve got to do it two or three times every day for. the. rest. of. your. life. life. life. Talk about depressing!
• Up until I was like in Jr. High every time I went through a tunnel I’d hold my breath and wish for wisdom.
• Up until fifth grade or so I always asked my parents for a new Michael W. Smith cassette tape for Christmas…and, no, I’m not proud of this one.
• Up until recently I’ve always dreamed of getting some disease or disfiguring amputation where I could persevere through it faith still in tact and be a great example of faith in Jesus amidst suffering. More recently, however, I’ve decided that faith is overrated and I’d just like to live a quite, people free, money filled life (please know that I’m being very sarcastic. You see, Jess and I have decided to go into a field of ministry where you may or may not get paid for your work, where you have an 75ish% chance of failure, and where you are spending your time dealing with the messiness of life…God help us…no seriously.)
• Jess voiced it today and I think I agree: my blog needs some sprucing up. It’s a little bland don’t you think?
• When I was like 10 Tara and I buried a time capsule with our allowance and a few other trinkets as well as a metal box with some old antique records that my grandma had given us. We marked it with a stick and left it for posterity sake. Two weeks later when we went to dig it up, the stick had disappeared and we were unable to find our treasure. Amazingly enough four years ago Tara and I went and knocked on the door of our old house and asked its current owners if we could dig a whole in their yard to find out treasure. Surprisingly they said yes. And even more surprisingly we found our records! They were disgusting and moldy and we promptly through them away.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Peace out yo.

Jess and I went through a phase where we loved watching documentaries. Don’t get me wrong, I still love them, but I just don’t make time to watch them any more really. As much as I love documentaries, however, I am becoming more and more annoyed with the accepted ways that documentaries are made.
Granted, most documentaries are biased. Generally the whole idea is that they are trying to convince you of something that they believe to be true. But I’m getting increasingly more agitated at the type of evidence used to promote a message. In any Michael Moore video you’ll see him doing classy stuff like approaching someone on the spot in their home and then making them look bad when they don’t make time for him. Or in Bill Maher’s new one called Religulous where to prove that religion is ridiculous (I haven’t actually seen the film and I’m basing this off their promotion trailers) they interview fanatical or goofy religious people. Even that new Ben Stein documentary about intelegent design Expelled they were not honest with many that they interviewed and therefore were able to take some things out from their original context.

I guess the idea isn’t often to provide facts but to sell tickets. Can’t falt them for that can we? Ok, my son keeps interupting me and I’m not able to continue my thought process. Do you see where I’m going with this? No? I’ll try to spruce this blog up later.

Here’s what Jones says he wants for his birthday (in his own words):

• A pink block (just like the one he’s holding in his hand)
• A blue block (just like the one he’s pointing to on the ground)
• A ball
• A new fan
• Some sneakers
• A pink strawberry swirl cake
• A pink slinky
• Another block, this time a red one
• A red bag with gold on it (which just happens to be like his “treasure bag” that he’s staring at across the room right now)

And, no, he doesn’t want anyone to come to his party because he doesn’t want to share his cake.

We spend so much money on stuff don’t we? How full is your garage? How many boxes do you have in the attic of stuff that you haven’t touched in two years? How many times do you eat out a week? How many computers or televisions do you have in your home? Do you eat all your leftovers? How many movies do you see at the theater? How many different sets of dishes do you have (we’ve got Christmas ones, plastic ones, regular ones, fun red ones, ones we painted, etc.)…I could go on and on couldn’t I?
We find lots of ways to spend money…except on healthy food right? I’ve said it so many times and heard it just as many “I can’t afford to eat healthy” or “I can’t afford organic food” or…you fill in the blank.
Well finally Jess and I got tired of hearing ourselves saying that and we decided to cut back on other things so that we could take care of God’s temple (our body!).
If you want fresh (much of it is picked the morning you get it), cheap, organic, local, and really ridiculously good tasting produce you should join Organics To You. Here are some pictures of $60 worth of fresh organic produce that we left at our doorstep…