Published at 1/30/2004
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Okay, not sure if this is appropriate or not, but I’m just looking for a fender bender. We’ve got a few inches of snow and I’m just wanting someone to tag me in the backend. See, here’s the deal. I’m currently in a leased vehicle (which I highly don’t recommend). Problem #1, we’re already over on mileage and have about 7 more months to go. Problem #2, my wife tried to back out of the garage before the garage door was all the way up and there’s nice dent and paint damage on the back roof and hatch door. Problem #3, a guy backed into me in the Taco Ball drive-thru, well, come to find out every bit of information I got from him, from phone #, to address, to insurance was invalid.
Now any of you who are in a lease know anything more than “normal-wear-and-tear” is going to cost a chunk of change to fix if you let them fix it. And mileage is charged at $0.15/mile over. So here’s my wish, someday when I’m in the car by myself, I want someone to slam into me from behind, hopefully at that point I’ll be prepared for it and be able to direct my out of control forward movement into a post or something. BAM! Both damages covered by the repairs for this wreck. PLUS! the car will be out of service for a few weeks not collecting mileage. PERFECT IDEA RIGHT? NO?
Okay, let me know. Anyone else willing to go to this length in my situation?
This picture was posted on Yahoo! recently. Here’s the story: A recently taken undated hand out photograph received on January 25, 2004 shows a fake baby dragon encased in a 30 inch (0.76 metres) jar which was discovered by David Hart in a garage in Oxfordshire, southern England. A metal tin found alongside the dragon contained paperwork written in an old-fashioned German style of the 1890s, a time when their was intense rivalry between Britain’s and Germany’s scientists. The documents suggest that Britain’s Natural History Museum turned the dragon away and sent it to be destroyed, only for the jar to be intercepted by David Hart’s grandfather, Frederick Hart, who worked as a porter. REUTERS/Allistair Mitchell
Now, I LOVE mythology and ancient medieval stuff. Fake or not, this is cool!
Published at 1/29/2004
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Well, it’s been a lovely day in my household. Been fighting the stomach flu that last couple of nights with both kids. This morning, my wife and I both joined the fun. It may have been a blessing in disguise though, have gotten quite a bit of computer work done today. It’s nice that my “office” is in the bedroom which is only a couple of steps from the bathroom.
I was IM’d out of the blue this evening by someone wanting an unbiased opinion to a problem they were working through in their church. I’m not going to go into detail about that, but discovered that in another church he had worshipped in there was another problem he got thrown into the middle of the fray. Seems there were people in the church that had a problem with their being African-American kids in the church!!! SAY WHAT! I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but it’s just irritating to be blatantly confronted with less than Christ-like attitudes and beliefs in the church. Guess the church got rid of the previous four pastors that were open to ministering to ALL the world and yearning to save ANY lost soul, not just the white ones.
Published at 1/27/2004
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Whew! Parenthood is so much fun, it honestly is, but definitely comes with its own challenges. Last night had a late one with my 19 month old daughter. I’m guessing she got food poisoning, my wife thinks the flu. Either way, it was a wonderful evening of pink puke (her favorite drink is strawberry milk) and multiple diapers with significantly odorful poo.
I’m sure all of us adults have been told once in their lives that, “You won’t understand until you have kids of your own.” My, my, my how true is that? I’m reminded in various ways, when my children are sick or hurt is one, but in other situations I’m reminded as well. For example, I’m the biggest party-pooper when it comes to my son playing outside in the snow. I guess for multiple reasons: 1.) don’t trust our neighborhood, 2.) don’t want him getting sick as mentioned above, and 3.) don’t feel like cleaning up the mess of him bringing in his wet boots and pants all over floor. Loads of fun I am, aren’t I? Guess I need to never forget what it’s like to think like and be a kid. Relax, take a break and enjoy the days my kids want me around. Now let’s just pray my daughter doesn’t decide to hurl while she’s napping on our bed.
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