Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Tonight, I was a heathen and skipped RUF to attend the Aggie baseball game. Ags won 11-1 over UT-San Antonio in 7 innings due to the mercy rule. Going the game was a good thing, I've had a lot on my mind this week. Not so much a worrying type deal, but more a thinking thing. I was tired of thinking and baseball helped me clear my mind, at least for awhile. I figure right before I go to bed things the ole noodle will fire up again.

On the Red Sox front, with Sunday night fast approaching, Nomar is on the D.L. with Achilles tendinits and Trot Nixon is already there with a disc problem in his back. Two huge holes in the lineup that won't be filled till May. Who will step up to carry the load?

Check out Andy's post on his blog about Edwards and his sermon on prayer life and hypocrites. Great stuff and he says it better than I can. Link on the right!

Something in the news today that disturbed me quite a bit. As many have heard or seen, some American civilians were attacked in Iraw today. There 4-wheel drive vehicles pretty much blown up and torched and their bodies dragged through the streets and strung up for all to see. Reminds me of what happened in Somalia a few years back. There is no way to make with the nice talk for people who would do this, there are no justifiable excuses. Don't tell me it's a cultural thing, don't tell me it's just their extreme teachings in Islam, don't tell me that they're tired of being occupied by the U.S.. First of all, the U.S. occupation of Iraq is going to be temporary, Iraq is already producing more power than it did uner the old regime. Iraq is having it's whole infrastructure from roads, to bridges to buildings (including schools) repaired on the American dollar. Yet, for anyone to do what they did and say it in the name of their god, Allah, is complete and utter bullflop. I don't care what culture you are from, there is some inborn sense of right and wrong we are given from God, in our natural state we choose to ignore this, yet it is still there. What these people did, it was purely animalistic, blood lust. A dark craving, and evilness that needed to be satisfied. I can't even comprehend what dark place these people had to go to inside themselves to do this kind of thing. Is this the work of Satan? I would have to say that it is an example of the things humans are capable of when they are given over completely to their natural, sinful nature. There are tapes of these people, there were cameras on the ground. What will the response of the coalition be? I can only speak for myself, if I was in charge, it would be just a matter or rolling into this town to arrest the responsible, if there is resitance meet with superior force and subdue it. Arrest those responsible and place them on trial for murder and if convicted use their own Islamic based codes of law, which means death. If their codes are good enough to hide behind a cold blooded slaughter, they are good enough to be the standard to measure the consequences of their actions. Live by the sword, die by the sword.

Terrosits viewed Somalia and the removal of troops after President Clintons bungling of the job there (he refused to adequately support the troops on the ground with the equipment they requested to carry out their objectives...this is fact and can be looked up...I don't have the time now though...sorry) as a sign of weakness. Kill a few Americans, get their bodies displayed on tv and they will run away. We don't have the stomach or the testicular fortitude to handle a true fight anymore. That was then, this is now. Times are different and most folks at home support our boys and won't back down until this is finished.

If you're going to grab the tiger by the tail, you better be willing to deal with the jaws.

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." _ George Orwell

"Once there was The People-Terror gave it birth;
Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth
Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, O ye slain!
Once there was The People - it shall never be again!"
-Rudyard Kipling "Macdonough's Song"

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Howdy all! Take a look the standings in the AL East, the Yankees are in last and the Devil Rays in first. Ok, it won't last, but I like the look of it.

Let me start by dusting off the ole Stetson and raising it high in a tip the hat to a very awesome young lady, a remarkable young woman, and one of my closest and dearest friends...Amanda has a blog. The link is over on the right, so go check it out....if you don't I will hunt you down and make you watch "Gods and Generals" with me non stop for a day with no bathroom breaks! Truly though, Amanda is the sweetest girl I know, she is very smart and has a lot of interesting things to say and talk about over there, so go check her out.....ok that sounded so bad...but I will let it remain, she'll understand... I hope.

The blog looks a bit different, I've made some changes, both for a change and because of problems I was having with the older template. To the right, I have added and will continue to be adding links to some of my favorite web sites.

So today, I worked all day. I've been working on 3-D wire mesh models of a chromium contaminated river in the eastern US that is being cleaned up. The program I am using, Surfer, is so dang cool! Now that I have a good grasp of it, I am loving it. It's tough to explain, but simple we can plot distance from the shore, depth below the sediment surface and level of contamination in a 3D, color coded, wire mesh plot.

The weather today was absolutely fabulouso. I was inside for most of it, but what time I did spend outdoors was great. I was actually awake at 6 AM, heard the birds singing me a morning serenade outside my window as the sun was coming up. So I caught the end of the game in Japan on ESPN 2 and had breakfast.

I got home tonight, chatted on IM with Amanda, who told me about her blog and her great day (go read about it) and my Mom, turns out Candy (my almost 14 year old puppy) bit the head off her stuffed squirrel (not a trophy stuffed, just a stuffed animal) and my Nana had to sew it back on). Funny stuff.

I also worked more on preparing my notes for the Men's Bible study on Thrusday night. It has fallen to me this week to lead us and we are still working are way through Ephesians. This week scheduled to be covered is 2:11-22. I've never lead a Bible study before, so it should be interesting. I am just preparing my notes and trusting in the LORD to guide me and the guys this week and that I won't be a complete fool and mess this up. Everyone who has lead so far this spring has done great, so I have high standards to live up to, then again we all have the highest standards to live up to.

Now on to what I really wanted to hit on tonight. I was reading an article, either on FoxNews or, that many therapists are seeing more and more high school age children suffering from health problems caused by stress related to college admissions. There is a growing trend amongst students to apply for early admission/acceptance, apply only to the most prestigious schools, take SAT prep classes and pursue areas of study that will lead to high paying career areas.

Many students are pressured by parents, others by classmates, teachers, coaches, and even themselves. Med schools, law school, Ivy League schools, MIT, Standford...get that degree, go for an advanced degree, get a great job and make oodles and boodles of money. All this before they even start college is just rammed down their throats and into their minds. Much of this starts as early as Jr. High.

When did being extraordinary become the norm? Why does every parent want their child to be the next Bill Gates, the next Eisntein, the next great surgeon, etc? What ever happened to be ordinary? Wake up call, most folks are ordinary and there is nothing wrong with that. I look around and the folks who are considered extraordinary, they have media attention everywhere they go, are always in the public eye, and their every move discussed on talk radio. For me, no thank you.

Ok now some might be asking, yeah, but do you really want? If you had the chance would you take the extraordinary. Quite simply no. I'm not that type of person, I like to avoid the spotlight as much as possible. Put the attention elsewhere and let me just do what I do. I don't want recognition for it, I just want to be me and do what I do because it's who I am. Give me a quite little neighborhood, a loving wife (someday, when God decided it's time)(who is extraordinary to me no matter what), and little feet running around and the sound of cartoons coming from the living room. Let me go out in the garden and trade a glass of water for a kiss. Let me go to work, work hard and do my job right so I can go coach little league/pop warner/etc. in the evening. Take the dog for a walk and say howdy to all my neighbors. Or just sit on my front porch with a glass of lemonade and talk to everyone who passes by. Ordinary-like. Nothing wrong with it, let someone else have the spotlight, I don't want it.

I don't know where people went wrong. Ordinary is fine, most of us grew up with it, most of us like it. So why push kids. Not everyone is going to be Dr. or a lawyer. We need mechanics, construction workers, burger flippers. Not everyone can be an astronaut when they grow up, so why make every child try to be one. Let them live and land where they will. They'll be ok. I'm fine, and yeah I stressed about school, but most of it was self induced pressure from being the first to go to a 4 year school (and a great one at that, by choice) and the first to go on to grad school and get a masters (at the best school on God's green earth...Texas A&M..and I got 2003 reason why...Whoop!). Nothing wrong with ordinary folks, don't forget that. And if you still aren't convinced about not pushing kids rememeber what Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 12:

v. 14 "Now the body is not made up one part but
of many"

v. 18-20 "But in fact God has arranged the parts in the
body, everyone of them, just as he wanted
them to be. If they were all one part, where
would the body be. As it is, there are many
parts, but one body."

v. 29-31 "Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all
teachers? Do all work miracles? Do all have
gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues?
Do all interpret? But eagerly desire the greater

And just a final thing to think about:

from Proverbs 27:19

"As water reflects a face, so a man's heart relects
the man."

Monday, March 29, 2004

It has arrived, the joke Major League Baseball is calling opening day, the Yankees playing the Devil Rays in Japan. Game comes on at 4 AM Tuesday morning on ESPN here in Texas. First of all, who in their right mind is going to wake up and watch it other than Yankee fans? I mean Tampa about a cake walk for the marketing power of the Yankees in Japan...let's have them play the worst team in the league. That and let's open the season in Japan. What's up with that? Baseball opening day should be in the home ballpark of one of the teams playing, not halfway around the globe in front of fans who could give a rip about either team. Oh wait, it's the Yankees and they have market power in Japan with Matsui. It is all to contrived for me, and I think it sucks. Open in the Stadium with the history of the "House that Ruth Built", where the ghosts of DiMaggio, Gerhig, Ruth, Maris, Mantle and Munson haunt the field. Don't make a joke of opening day and this is exactly what Selig and company are doing. Then again, Selig has made a joke of a lot of things in the game: that tie in the All Star game, inter-league play, the Brewers, etc. For what's it worth, I could care less if you can sell a hundred thousand "sushi dogs" with nice warm saki. Give me a hot dog or a Polish Sausage and some luke warm, flat, watered down beer. Let Yankee fan and Devil Ray fan watch their teams open instead of catching the hilights on sports center when they wake up. This coming from a Red Sox fan. More on the Red Sox later this week when the roster is set.

Baseball is a game that I love, maybe to a detriment to my well being. It is something that is just in my blood. Growing up, I was never more comfortable doing anything as I was playing ball, talking ball, or watching ball. I don't want to brag, but all I need is two innings watching a pitcher and I can tell what pitch he's throwing if he is tipping them (which a lot of young pitchers do without knowing). This is especially easy on fastballs, two head nods...once for the pitch, second for location. It's the second on that give it away, because every other pitch, location is pretty much a given based on the break of the ball. Almost every young pitcher does it.

There is something about a sunny day and a ballgame. Major league baseball is forgetting this in light of bright lights, prime time and tv contracts. There was a time when games were mostly played in the afternoon. Kids could actually watch their favorite players in action for a whole game and not a hilight clip on ESPN. I think MLB should go back to when it was a game and the afternoons of spring, summer, and fall consumed the minds of young children. Even when I was younger, I remember my friends and I all coming down with a one day sickness and missing school just to stay home and watch the Red Sox openers if they fell during the week. Always these games were 1 pm starts. It did us no good to go to school and get out at 3 and rush home to catch Lee Smith stormiing out of the bullpen to close it down, we missed the game. Don't get me wrong, school is very important, but I think a lot can be learned about life and the need to stop and enjoy a simple pleasure. Never let schooling interfere with one's education.

What's special about baseball? Well simply, the game ends with everyone getting a fair shake. Same number of chances to bat and pitch, no running out the clock, no sitting on a lead, no taking it easy. All 9 innings (or more)(or 4.5 if it rains) must be finished before a winner is determined. Football, basketball, hockey...all involve the ability to sit on a lead, milk the clock, and not play the game full tilt at 100% to determine a winner. You don't get that in baseball. In baseball you have the epitome of the human athletic experience. The pitcher vs. the hitter. Two men trying out perform each other in a struggle of strength, skill and wisdom. Hit the round ball with the round bat, it is the toughest thing to do in sport and physics proves this. Yet hitting the ball, laying good wood on it and that feeling of contact on the sweet spot, that instant you hear the ball strike the bat and feel now virbation in the bat, no wasted energy. It is a feeling of satisfaction unlike is found in most other sports. Even when fouling off a fastball, and maybe that slight smell of burnt wood in the air from the friction between the bat and ball. The smell of fresh cut grass, leather and glove oil, resin, pine tar, hot dogs and a plethora of foods. The ability to sit down in Fenway Park with 35,000 strangers and all be friends (except for those fool swho drove up from the Bronx and mugged a scalper for their tickets). There is nothing like it.

So for better or for worse, baseball is my poison, a vice if you will, an addiction that is so far in my blood that it will take a lifetime and eternity after that to get it out. I don't agree with opening the year overseas, but the season is here. This year, the Red Sox win it all..this year the curse is reversed. This going to be special, it's going to be awesome.


"Just a reminder fans about "Die Hard Night" coming up at the stadium: free admission to anyone who was actually alive the last time the Indians won a pennant." -Harry Doyle (aka Bob Uecker in Major League as the voice of the Indains)

Sunday, March 28, 2004

Well, I haven't posted anything of length in awhile. No reason in particular why, been busy and really haven't had anything that I thought would be all that great to write about. I don't know if I got much more tonight, but I'm not quite ready to go to sleep yet.

Today was Big Event here in Aggieland, it's pretty much a community service project run by the students at A&M as a way of giving back to the local community. The area of Bryan/College Station gives a lot to the Aggie students and puts up with a lot of stuff too that comes with being a college town. It's nice to give something back to them. I went and helped paint a garage with some friends from RUF. It was fun, it was good hard work. I'd like to thank Tiffany and Laura for approaching me and asking me if I'd like to help today, last Wednesday.

Tonight, after going the baseball game, which the Ags won 4-1 over those sons of guns from Lubbock, I watched "Sleepless in Seattle." One of my favorite movies. Now this is probably a surprise to some friends. I think that most of the time, I come across as having a very thick, insensitive skin and being a typical guy. Let me set the record straight folks, I am the king of the chick flick. "Notting Hill", "Everafter", "What Women Want", "Pure Country", "Runaway Bride", "You've Got Mail", "When Harry Met Sally", "City of Angels", "Runaway Bride", "Sweet Home Alabama", and "Runaway Bride" amongst others are some of my favorite movies. I would even say "For Love of the Game" is a chick flick. I'm a romantic at heart. I'm searching and praying for that one woman, that fairy tale, where I get to play the knight in shining armor, though "I might not always wear the white hat, I might not always know the way..." It might also explain my affinity for Shakepeare's sonnets and my infrequent diversion of writing poetry. As far as I'm concerned, she out there, somewhere and for all I know I might have met her already. I am a firm believer that everything will happen on God's plan, so it is possible to see someone almost everyday, and still not really see them. If that makes sense. It might be one of those things a person needs to experience before they can grasp what it means.

Right now I am listening to the debut album from Josh Turner entitled "Long Black Train." Which just happens to be the title of the first single off the album, that song being the reason I purchased the album. It is a song that sounds out of place today, it has the sound of Cash written all over it. I am so far very impressed with the song selection, the performance and just the sound of the album. Right now, the best comparison I can give is thing Cash and Jennings, outlaw country. I was surprised to find "Don't Mess Around With Jim" on the album, a song most people know buy the chorus which states" And they say, You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull te mask off the ol' Lone Ranger..." The songwriter is Jim Croce, for those of you familar with his music. Also, I just head the song "She'll Go On You" which I can honestly say has me crying. Call it being secure in my manhood, but I'm not afraid to admit when something hits me like that. I'll write a review of this album soon, maybe before the weekend is over.

Well, it 12:40 AM on Sunday...I am going to write an e-mail and then hit the sack...I could probably write more, but then it's good to keep stuff so that I'll have stuff to write next time.

Sunday, March 21, 2004

More engagement announcements!

Congratulations Andrew and Jamison!
Congratulations Ben D. and Martha!

There must be something in the water that I'm not drinking!
Congratulations to both the happy couples, may the LORD be your guide as you begin your lives together!

Thursday, March 18, 2004's that time of year....MARCH MADNESS!!! Let the bracket busting begin!
Happy end of St. Particks to everyone! Green beer is good.
That's all I've got, well I have more, but more will get me in trouble, so I'll save it for a better time.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

I like this webpage: Save the Regular Guy


Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Well, it's been a bit longer than usual since I updated "YE OLE BLOG", but I haven't had much to talk about lately. However, I had a nice IM converstation with my friend Laura, who is the girlfriend of my friend Andy. Well they're both friends, it's just my way of explaining the relationship with me, I knew Andy first.

It got me thinking on the social dynamic of men and women and the whole games we play in an attempt to date members of the opposite sex. Guys trying to play it cool and keep some distance so as not to drive a girl away or scare or her off by coming on too strong. Then you run the risk of entering the friend zone. Or better yet getting placed on the wrong ladder, which if you don't realize you are on the wrong ladder, you try to jump ladders and end in the abyss. Ok, for those of you not familar with the Ladder theory, ask me for the explanation and I can give the clean version.

Now as a guy, ladies please don't force us to jump laddders. Guys need it perfectly clear which ladder they stand on, so give us clear sign, I mean cyrstal clear signs.

Speaking of which, it reminds me of one of my favorite movie "For Love of the Game". Kevin Costner's characher, Billy Chapel is wooing the girl (Kelly Preston) and he says he think people should just wear signs around their neck saying what is on their mind. I know what mine would be "Play me, trade me, or give me a better seat on the bench." A baseball euphemism, but also realting to women. Ladies, either let me on the field, trade to a team that will put me in the starting lineup (friends are good), or just give me a better spot in the bench so I know when I will be called upon to enter the game.

Saturday, March 13, 2004

This just in: Congratulations to Ted and Sara on thier engagement! May the LORD bless you and guide you as begin to prepare for marriage and your lives together.

Also, Spring break has hit Aggieland, to all my friends who are leaving town for destinations far and wide, have fun and be safe. I will see you when you all get back.

Not much else to report for now.

Monday, March 08, 2004

Tonight it is time to get serious. I turn on the news and what do I hear Seattle, Washington, Oregon and New Jersey have joined San Francisco, and upstate New York in marrying gay couples. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts continues to debate the recent state Supreme Court ruling which essentially legalized gay marriage until the issue can be brought before the people in a state constitutional ammendment, which can not happen until 2006 because such and ammendment must be passed by both houses of the state legislature in two consectutive lected sessions.

President Bush has come out in support of ammending the US Constitution to define marriage as the union of a man and a woman. Not only is this the way marriage has been defined in western civilization, but is also the natural order laid forth in the Bible. It should go without saying, but in this day and age the idea of those professing the inerrant and infallible Word of God are called close minded, hateful, and bigotted. I don't hate gays, never have, some of the folks who I call friends are gay. I disagree with the homosexual act, the sin itself, not the sinner. We are all sinners..I heard it best put last night and I will paraphrase, I have my sin and you have yours. Now if my stance is going to cause me to be called close minded, biggotted, hateful, or whatever else might come my way, so be it. This New England born and raised, now living in Texas guy can take it.

Now, the Democratic Party and the projected Presidential nominee, Senator John Kerry of Massachusetts has gone on the record that he does not see a Constitutional Ammendment as necessary and that the issue of gay marriage should be left to the states. Am I the only one who finds it to be an oxymoron for a liberal Democrat to be espousing states rights? The Constituition states :
"Article IV.

Section 1
Full Faith and Credit shall be given in each State to the public Acts, Records,
and judicial Proceedings of every other State. And the Congress may by general Laws prescribe the Manner in which such Acts, Records and Proceedings shall be proved, and the Effect thereof."

So pretty much in a nutshell, the public records which marriage is part of, must be recognized from state to state. So anyone who endorses the state issue argument is quite simply giving an endorsement of gay marriage but phrasing in such a way as to not alarm the non-thinking public. Allowing a legal gay marriage in one state, means every other state must recognize it, and thus it must be made legal in those states. This is not a states rights issue no matter how much the Democrats make it out to be.

I further question the motives of the Democratic Party and their potential nominee. On the campaign website for Senator Kerry
we find the following statement "John Kerry was raised in the Catholic faith and continues to be an active member of the Catholic church." If Senator Kerry is indeed a Catholic, should he not be following the Word of God and come out against gay marriage? Logically, his beliefs would dictate his actions. Does Senator Kerry believe he can place his own knowledge of what shoudl be moral above that of God? If so, why does he still affiliate with a Church that does not share his view and why has he not been excommunicated from the Catholic Church?
Another well known Catholic has also recently chided President Bush for his "hateful" remarks, Rosie O'Donnell, and I'll leave it at that.

It have heard it argued and it is my understanding that gays just want to be recognized in their loving relationships. However, the agenda presented in public appears to be nothing but a smoke screen for trying to force the acceptance of homosexuality on the rest of the country. By being able to change the way marriage is traditionally defined it is the hope that homosexuality will grow to be more tolerated and more accepted in main stream. Smoke screens are good for awhile, but eventually the true positions become visible.

From a strictly legal standpoint, the ability to redefine the traditional idea of marriage can lead down a slippery slope. If marriage can be redefined once, it can be redefined any special interest group wishes to, 2 women and one man, 3 men and a women, a man and his sheep (cause man he loves that sheep). The point isn't that these are extreme situations, these become very much a possibility if marriage can redefined for any special interest group.

So what can those who oppose gay marriage do? This question was brought up by friend Andy last night in conversation and I have given it much thought. The only thing to do is to get off of our rears and be heard. No longer can the majority opinion remain quiet while a small group tries to push an agenda. What we see today in politics is the 1960s anit war movement (the left) making policy and continuing to push the leftist envelope vs. the button down conservativ patriots. When we think of the 1960s movements, it is the anti war movement that comes to mind because they made themselves vocal and they elected those they needed into office to legalize and push their views on the rest of the country at a locat, state and federal level. It is up to the generation of today to make their voice heard, last night someone said that God has drawn the line in the sand, it is time to show how many stand on that line willing to protect it and willing to fight for it. It is time to make sure that those elected to office are those who will follow the convictions of their faith, who will not back down to the attacks of the left and who will not compromise their beliefs even if it makes them unpopular. Write to local goverment officials, state officials and federal officials and even Presidential canidates, not just on the gay marriage issue but on every issue we hold dear to our hearts, which will be different from person to person. There is even the ability to run for public office and be an instrument of chang, surrounding yourself with people who back you and support you and will get the word out...start with friends and family and work from there, they'll know you best.

The line has been drawn, but are we to prove that it is drawn in sand and easily swept away or are we to show that it is carved in the Rock. It is a trying and troubling world we live in and as darkness grows, light shines brighter. Darkness is frequently associated with night and right now I can not help but think of a better close to this entry than Dylan Thomas' famous poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night":

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas

Perhaps a good amount of tempered rage is needed now.

Sunday, March 07, 2004

Ok, post of the weekend upcoming and it's going to be interesting.

First off, went and saw Mel Gibson's movie "The Passion of the Christ" with Swagga and Josh. It was a very emotionally and mentally challenging film. It did have a lot of what I feel to be Roman Catholic slant to the Passion, but that was to be expected, Mr. Gibson being a Catholic and all. I must say, despite the debates over the past week with friends about whether or not the movie violated the 2nd commandment aside, the film was visually stunning and quite good for what it attempts to do. I enjoyed the movie for what it was, but will leave it up to anyone else to form their own opinions of the film. That's all I am going to say about that.

Ok, on to a subject that has been cropping up a lot lately, and I am loading this one up and taking aim at women in a broad general sense, that being motives of men. Much to often society portrays men as hound dogs, chasing skirts and looking for a way to fulfill their lustful desires. However, I look around at my friends and myself and see something different. I see guys with respect and honor for women. Guys who are men of their word and keep it to a fault, even if it draws improper impressions from the female netowork. I was raised to understand that a man's word means something, that it his his bond. The simple inability of a man to follow through on his word calls into question every aspect of who he is. To many men, our word is who we are, because you could strip us of everything that we are, take it all away and start us at ground zero, next to our faith in our Lord and Savior, our word is all we have to stand on. Without which, we are nothing but liars and cheats and typical guys in society. The measure of a man isn't what he has done, or what he will do; the measure of a man is what he does when he say's to someone what he will do and then follows up on what he says. Anyone can pay "lip service" and be insincere in their actions, but it is simply wrong to do so. It is better to stick to one's word and be wounded by perceptions than it is to not stick to it and be killed by the reality.

Why do I bring this up? Well, lately I've seen a lot of it around me and in my own life. I know people who are seeing things in my actions, my sticking to my word and my promises, who are seeing something that is not there. They are reading more into things than they should and it bothers me. It bothers me a lot. I wish it didn't, but it does. For instance, once conversation I had today, from which I came away feeling like the bad guy in the situation was pretty much the emotional moment of the day (save for seeing "The Passion")...literally bringing me to tears. I know it wasn't intentional, but it still cut deep. I choose my wording now very carefully because I don't mean anything by this except to make a point by example: if someone expresses an interest in doing certain things with certain groups of people and that group is doing only makes sense to invite that person...leaving it up to them to par take or not. If you tell them they are welcome to join said group activities, then it only makes sense to tell them when something is going down so they can decide if they want to hang with that group at that moment. It usually falls to the person who knows the invited best within the group. Simple enough concept, one would think, right? Besides, sometimes people just come into and out of your life for a set period, might as well try to get to know them as best you can in the time you have, cause one wake up and they're gone and you regret not getting to know them better, not being a closer friend and not being as good a friend as you could have been. As my blogging lately has focused a lot on my friends...that's one of the reason's why it has been a main subject..that thought has been at the front of mind a lot and most likely will continue to be so as the spring progresses and fades into summer.

Ok, now that that's out of the way. Congratulations to my good friends Ted and Sara, who are now dating!! It's actually been about a week now, but I've been so busy..I haven't given them their ink time of cyber immortality on my blog. I know Ted reads this and as I know I've mentioned to both of them, it about time!!! May the Lord guide and anchor your relationship and just place all your trust in Him as you both start down this path. The Lord has His time for all things: His plan, His time, His schedule....none of this is our doing.

Well it is 2 AM central time. Time for this boy to go to bed.

Thursday, March 04, 2004

The Cowboy Code
- by Gene Autry

A cowboy must never take unfair advantage of an enemy.
He must never go back on his word, or (betray) a trust confided in him.
He must always tell the truth.
He must always be gentle with children, the elderly and animals.
He must not possess racially or religiously intolerant ideas.
He must help people in distress.
He must be a good worker.
He must keep himself clean in thought, speech, action and personal habits.
He must respect women, parents, and his nation's laws.
The Cowboy is a patriot.

Redneck Bear
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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

What a terrible day that ended well.

Why is it that whenever you need printers to work quickly and efficiently, they slow down to a crawl? That was my day at work and I left with a bunch of documents queued up and I just hope no errors happen overnight and they're there in the morning.

Today was Juli's 23rd Birthday. Happy Birthday Juli! A great friend and wonderful young woman! Most of the crew went to Marble Slab to celebrate. Most folks got cones, I induldged as I was raised to do...after a bad day and ice cream is in the picture...banana split time all the way! Man it was good!

Also today, I found out a few friends won't be able to make the trek to Houston on Wednesday night to see George Strait. I am saddened to know that they can't go, but understand their reasoning. I am glad they told me with enough warning to try to find folks take their tickets.
I was hoping this would be a fun time to hang out together, have fun, and just get to know each other more...concerts and car trips do that. Oh well. Se la vid

One final thought....I heard a song tonight, twice, on the radio which really made me stop, give listen, and that really got to me. It found the chink in this tough armor of mine. It think it did so because the lyrics strike really, really close to home for me. The song was "I Love You This Much" by Jimmy Wayne. Talk about really striking close to home, it was scary. It really hits the nail on the head on what it's like for a boy to grow up without a father active in their life.

Anyway, it's late and I'm tired. Good night!