You’ve heard of the man in the moon? Well I was looking at pictures of Jupiter in preparation for my sons 4th birthday party (it’s going to be a Jupiter party) when I noticed what looked like an angry face inside of Jupiter. So below you’ll see some accents I’ve added to help you see what I saw (I also added a second white spot so that he’d have two “eyes”).
See it?
If you know me you’ll see this everywhere…but read my newsletters. I know they may be grammatically incorrect, with poor punctuation, and awkward sentence structure. But even Jesus was a man with no outward beauty that we should desire him…not that I’m comparing my grammar to Jesus’ life…well maybe I am…but at least I understand that it’s in poor taste.
ANYWAY, the point is that you should read my newsletters!
Here’s July’s: http://renovatus.com/rybee/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/newsletter7.pdf
I thank the Lord for spell check. I’ve never been a great speller, I don’t know if I should blame my homeschool education, my brain malfunctions, or just a lack of effort on my part. But whatever the reason I can’t spell worth beans. In our electronic age it hasn’t really been much of a problem either. I managed just fine through my bachelors degree without needed to spell correctly (thank you again Microsoft Word), but it’s at this point in my life that I’m being reminded on a nearly daily basis how poor my spelling really is.
You see, when your kids get to a certain age they begin to understand everything that you say. If I comment to my wife during dinner “Oh, you should run to the store and get some ice cream for after the kids go to bed” the kids will them comment with “I want ice cream too!” So you start to do what nearly all parents never want to do. You start to spell things out. “Mmm, honey you know what sounds good? I-c-e c-r-e-a-m.” This way the kids are either forced to live in ignorance or forced to learn to spell (both of which are valuable options). But here’s how things usually work at my house…
I say, “Mmm, you know what sounds good right now? C-h-o-c-o-l-a-t c-h-i-p c-o-o-k-e-s”
Or sometimes Jess says “Hey maybe we should take the kids down to the c-h-i-l-d-r-e-n-s m-u-s-e-u-m later” and I’m like “what? can you spell that slower? You want to take them to the…ch…OH! I get it! Yeah that would be a great idea!”
I feel like an idiot…maybe I am.
Last week we were able to be around our good friends from Canada Aaron and Amy. It was great. Except that Aarons an english snob. No, he’s not from England, but he’s one of those people who correct your english if you use the wrong tense or something. Aaron, if you’re reading this I want you to know with all my heart that I won’t let you leave your church planting work in Canada to plant a church down here in Washington with us unless you stop. And i mean that.
So with that said, to all of you who correct spelling and grammar in an instant messaging conversation or in a text message…shame on you. Its over betwen us.
I like that Google finishes my sentences for me when I’m searching. I thought it might be fun to mess around with this. I could probably search for others who have found odd litlte quirks (like my facebook/twitter update about a dead Pakistani on my couch) but I’m prefering instead to just find my own. Enjoy…
Why do my feet smell like…
I want to eat…
Midgets are…
Republicans are…
Democrats are…
Why did…
Give me a…
Google is…
Can I please…
Why does…
The meaning of life is…
Why do i…
Oh my I could have quite the list of observations after doing this experiment…but I think I’ll just let your own mind run wild.
I’m so irritated right now. As it turns out most, if not all, of the emails sent out over the last week or two have not actually been sent. Outlook says that they’ve sent, but they never show up! Incredibly frustrating especially for a guy who does much of his work via email.
And to top it all off, one of our chickens got murdered by a cat/racoon last night! And today while I’m trying to figure out this whole email thing our remaining three living chickens escaped through the space made by the aforementioned aggressor! Now I’ve got chicken poop on my hands after trying to catch them, I’m even more behind on everything that I’ve got to get done, and I’ve still got two sick girls at my house that I’m trying to take care of.
Good times.