Journal entry

Started our job in Racine today. It went well. Ricky and eduardo were with us. It looks like Ricky might take the job that Al offered him. That would be awesome. we also had softball practice. I think I did pretty well. I'm excited for this season, however I'm gonna miss my tuesday night team. At first I thought I could only play one night a week so I just stuck with thursday night. But now I'm playing with Open door too and Nate left the thursday night team. I'd way rather play tuesday night than thursday. I guess I'm also a little upset that Eric never asked me to play. Kinda feel bad about that. But, all in all, I'm looking forward to it.

journal entry

Spent the morning playing bass at church which concluded my five day stretch at worship team. We did sanctuary on friday night. I then had a good talk with pastor Sid about my concerns with Jonathan's faith being real and not just a conditioned habit. I then went disc golfing and shot a lousy +1. I am really taking awhile to warm up for this season. Josh and Andy have been shooting all year and are hitting -6's. What's wrong with me? +1? Suck. I finished the afternoon off with a nap and doing nothing since it was so cold and windy. The Friedburgs came to visit while I was napping. I forgot they were coming. So did Debbie. Debbie and Jonathan are doing well.

Epic short story

The epic short story movie idea about a janitor turned olympic curling gold medalist.


The film begins with a lonely janitor being yelled at by his supervisor because the entire cafeteria needs to be spotless before some stupid teacher's award ceremony scheduled to take place there the following day. The supervisor, finished yelling, leaves in a huff. Meanwhile, the greatest curling coach ever known happens to be standing unnoticed in the doorway across the room. Why he's in the school I have no idea...it doesn't matter. The janitor, thinking he's alone, grabs his broom....takes a deep breath.......and starts sweeping like an insane broom wielding psychopath and cleans the entire floor in less than 5 minutes. The old retired coach approaches him and explains what he'd seen and what he could do with such talent. The janitor hems and haws, but eventually contacts the coach....has an 80's montage and becomes the greatest sweeper guy ever. The end.

Health

I find healthcare to be a very interesting topic lately. Not just the whole national healthcare deal, but personal health in general. While everyone's running around to doctors to try to fix things that go wrong with their bodies, it makes me wonder why more people aren't thinking about preventative medicine or healthy eating. It's just like a car, you change the oil every 5,000 miles or so, you don't wait until the engine ceases up and needs to be completely overhauled. What ticks me off is that the people that really scream for the free healthcare are the ones that take the least care of themselves. Why should I be paying for some crack addict to get healthcare? How 'bout I pay for myself and my family instead? Even more, why don't I actaully take care of myself and the health of my family so that hospital bills are at the lowest posible lifetime cost? I see a nutritionalist and go to health food supplement stores. Guess who pays for that......ME. And I expect no one else to pitch in. Why is that concept so far gone for most people? Why does everyone think that healthcare is a right and we all need to pitch in? I hate being a part of the system.

The Endless struggle

If you know me, you'll realise that I often think out loud and say things before I actually think about them. This post will be one of such rantings. I just finished up a horrible round of disc golf. I shot 15 over par off of the pro tee pads at Tendick nature park. That's really bad for me. Disc golf is just one of MANY hobbies and tasks that I set before myself that are constantly challenging and create an overwhelming sense of short falling and failure rather than reward and joy. And I ask, why do I do this? Why do all my hobbies in life seem like to be unacheivable goal resulting in epic failure? Fishing, disc golf, softball, etc... Everywhere I turn there's someone better and I'm the guy that sucks, yet I don't quit and I never give up. Maybe God is shaping me somehow. But the real question is....what am I being shaped for? or, maybe God is just trying to reveal how futile and vain all of my silly activities are. But, then again, I never made it without biting....ask Mister Owl.

First one

Hi ho, beloved readers. I finally got around to starting a blog. Now you all have a window of insanity deep into my soul. YAAAAYYYY!!!!!