this is my life right now. i don't seem to remember having these problems when i've had poison ivy before, but probably because i was too busy scratching the heck out of it, which i'm trying to avoid now that i'm older and more mature.
i'll spare you the gory details.
being the slacker i am, i reneged on my plans to go biking. the only excuse i have is a mockable one - i didn't want to miss the world cup matches. sad, i know. at least today's matches were worth it - yesterday's were just ugly. am going to try and go biking tomorrow. i have an appointment with my insurance agent up in mason, so i have to be up toward the bike path anyway. will probably load up my bike and head up after morning prayers, making sure i stop early enough to cool down and take a change of clothes. not sure how far i'll go - there's a good 25 mile ride, but i'm a bit afraid that might be pushing it since i haven't ridden in a while. but there's a great place to stop along the river, which would be good and relaxing. suppose i can play it by ear - not like i *have* to do anything.
sent out a bulk e-mail about midsummer, only to discover a major typo after i sent it. little embarrassing, but i'm sure my friends will understand. and laugh.
tonight at house church we talked about birthing, trying to figure out where God is leading us now. we're at megachurch size currently and need to get back to simple gatherings. great discussion, good insights and ideas. will meet with julie and aaron tomorrow to come up with some sort of proposal. still not sure how this will work logistically, especially since jeremiah and sarah no longer can host. does this mean i should host in my house? i have the space, though not the furniture. and hosting and leading sounds a bit daunting to me. prayer will definitely be needed.
enough for now.
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Tunes: matthew sweet - i don't want to know warning
WARNING!
Reading this blog has made people want to kill themselves, so if you are easily depressed, perhaps you should find something more uplifting to do, like watch a Holocaust documentary or read a Cormac McCarthy novel.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
hill-air-ee-uhs
coming soon to a crappy network near you...
gardening at the grotto
in this new and exciting addition to the unbelievably-yet-to-be-tapped-out reality tv genre, watch as a new homeowner gets into side-splitting situations as he tries to keep the encroaching weeds at bay. watch in awe as the star, thurman allen, breaks his newly purchased pruning shears after snipping only four stubborn weeds. gasp when, trying to dig up a deeply entrenched weed-tree, the graciously loaned shovel snaps in half, while the weed remains. giggle uncontrollably as thurman walks his lawnmower down his 75 degree angled front lawn, only to lose his footing, unceremoniously landing flat on his back while his (luckily, not running) lawnmower rolls into the street, leaving the poor slacker with twisted shoulders and a bruised ego.
you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll scream, "Get those gardening implements away from him!"
get your tivo revved up and ready to go!
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Tunes: old 97's - i'd be lonesome
gardening at the grotto
in this new and exciting addition to the unbelievably-yet-to-be-tapped-out reality tv genre, watch as a new homeowner gets into side-splitting situations as he tries to keep the encroaching weeds at bay. watch in awe as the star, thurman allen, breaks his newly purchased pruning shears after snipping only four stubborn weeds. gasp when, trying to dig up a deeply entrenched weed-tree, the graciously loaned shovel snaps in half, while the weed remains. giggle uncontrollably as thurman walks his lawnmower down his 75 degree angled front lawn, only to lose his footing, unceremoniously landing flat on his back while his (luckily, not running) lawnmower rolls into the street, leaving the poor slacker with twisted shoulders and a bruised ego.
you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll scream, "Get those gardening implements away from him!"
get your tivo revved up and ready to go!
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Tunes: old 97's - i'd be lonesome
Sunday, June 25, 2006
the last sunday in june
another weekend gone, another weekend closer to them becoming important once again. they lose a little something when you don't have to get up on a monday morning.
not to rub it in or anything.
actually, this weekend i had to be up by 7:00am both days. saturday i worked the auditorium for a huge let's rob parents blind....er....dance competition. fifteen hours, my friends. will be worth it once the paycheck comes, but the during was a bit draining. did get to watch the two world cup matches without too much interruption. did finish possession (a marvelously written book, though i surprised myself by guessing the ending, which is something i rarely do. highly recommended for those of you that love literature - great stuff). did work a bit on my bottom (heh. that just sounds funny). hope to do a lot more of that this week as well as i try to get a firm grasp on my bottom (oh this could go on all night). colin was selling concessions for radio club - good to catch up with him. he's (a sucker) teaching summer school. and house sitting. in goshen. more power to him.
woke up this morning in a funk for no discernable reason. didn't get better on the walk over to church, or during rehearsal, or really during much of the service. my mind was elsewhere but it left no forwarding address - a bit disconcerting to say the least. then, after the service, i had two different people say they appreciated what i said before eucharist. only problem is, i have no idea what i said that i haven't said before. need to spend some time this week looking over the liturgy - have some ideas i need to flesh out (no pun intended....well, ok, maybe a little).
let's see, what does the week ahead hold? oh yeah, nothing. no rehearsal. was supposed to get publicity pictures taken, but judy called and we're holding off until after allen returns. house church tuesday night (sorry allison, won't be able to make the karaoke night, unless you think you might be performing between 8:30-9:00. i'm sure you'll knock 'em dead, though). couple of random meetings/appointments. as much world cup watching as i can. it's happening - my failure to fill my days with stuff to do means my days fill up for me, which usually consists of lying around the house thinking of all the stuff i could/should be doing. not an ideal way to spend the summer. think i might get on my bike and ride! tomorrow - been needing to do that. the question is, do i just tool around norwood, or do i strap the bike on the back of lorelei and head out to the bike path? decisions decisions. maybe i'll leave it for tomorrow...
suffering with poison ivy for the first time in...what, decades? literally. this is what i get for doing yardwork. shoot, i need to mow my lawn tomorrow, too. guess i can do that before i head off on my ride. or after. i mean, i have nothing going on tomorrow. but it will disappear regardless.
funny - matt and kevin walked into church this morning beardless. a sign of what my choice should be? do i follow the cool kids? do i stand as an individual? do i spend too much time thinking about insignificant things?
night all.
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Tunes: dimestore prophets - yeah sure ok monet
not to rub it in or anything.
actually, this weekend i had to be up by 7:00am both days. saturday i worked the auditorium for a huge let's rob parents blind....er....dance competition. fifteen hours, my friends. will be worth it once the paycheck comes, but the during was a bit draining. did get to watch the two world cup matches without too much interruption. did finish possession (a marvelously written book, though i surprised myself by guessing the ending, which is something i rarely do. highly recommended for those of you that love literature - great stuff). did work a bit on my bottom (heh. that just sounds funny). hope to do a lot more of that this week as well as i try to get a firm grasp on my bottom (oh this could go on all night). colin was selling concessions for radio club - good to catch up with him. he's (a sucker) teaching summer school. and house sitting. in goshen. more power to him.
woke up this morning in a funk for no discernable reason. didn't get better on the walk over to church, or during rehearsal, or really during much of the service. my mind was elsewhere but it left no forwarding address - a bit disconcerting to say the least. then, after the service, i had two different people say they appreciated what i said before eucharist. only problem is, i have no idea what i said that i haven't said before. need to spend some time this week looking over the liturgy - have some ideas i need to flesh out (no pun intended....well, ok, maybe a little).
let's see, what does the week ahead hold? oh yeah, nothing. no rehearsal. was supposed to get publicity pictures taken, but judy called and we're holding off until after allen returns. house church tuesday night (sorry allison, won't be able to make the karaoke night, unless you think you might be performing between 8:30-9:00. i'm sure you'll knock 'em dead, though). couple of random meetings/appointments. as much world cup watching as i can. it's happening - my failure to fill my days with stuff to do means my days fill up for me, which usually consists of lying around the house thinking of all the stuff i could/should be doing. not an ideal way to spend the summer. think i might get on my bike and ride! tomorrow - been needing to do that. the question is, do i just tool around norwood, or do i strap the bike on the back of lorelei and head out to the bike path? decisions decisions. maybe i'll leave it for tomorrow...
suffering with poison ivy for the first time in...what, decades? literally. this is what i get for doing yardwork. shoot, i need to mow my lawn tomorrow, too. guess i can do that before i head off on my ride. or after. i mean, i have nothing going on tomorrow. but it will disappear regardless.
funny - matt and kevin walked into church this morning beardless. a sign of what my choice should be? do i follow the cool kids? do i stand as an individual? do i spend too much time thinking about insignificant things?
night all.
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Tunes: dimestore prophets - yeah sure ok monet
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