I just got this forward, but since I don't like to pass on forwards, I thought I would just post it:
Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob, so they loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
'I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she explained. 'I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.'
'Don't worry,' Jack said. 'We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light.'
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.
He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, 'Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?'
'Yes, I do.' said Bob.
'Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?'
'Well, um, yes,' Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.'
'And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?'
Bob's face turned beet red and he said, 'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did.' 'Why do you ask?'
'She just died and left me everything.'
11.13.2008
11.07.2008
The Perfect Kitty...
I don't like cats. They are moody like women and make my eyes itch. However, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good cat video every now and again.
11.04.2008
Last Political Post, I Promise...
It's over.
Freakin finally. I am sick and tired of the ads. I'm sick and tired of the phone calls. I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm fighting with my friends.
Couple of thoughts:
-I'm glad that the first president my daughter will know is black. I think it's cool that she'll grow up in a different world of race relations.
-I thought Obama's puppy comment was funny/cute.
-How in the world does his grandma pass away the day before the election? How? Very weird.
-On facebook, I've read a variety of comments about people who are now scared out of their mind. I remember feeling that way after Clinton won. I was also 12 years old.
-When you think about Obama's story, it's pretty amazing. Truly, we live in the greatest country in the world.
-I'm not excited about everything that Obama is going to do. But I am excited.
-Since I've been able to vote, I'm 3 for 3. I'm just saying...
Good night all. God bless. God bless America.
Freakin finally. I am sick and tired of the ads. I'm sick and tired of the phone calls. I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm fighting with my friends.
Couple of thoughts:
-I'm glad that the first president my daughter will know is black. I think it's cool that she'll grow up in a different world of race relations.
-I thought Obama's puppy comment was funny/cute.
-How in the world does his grandma pass away the day before the election? How? Very weird.
-On facebook, I've read a variety of comments about people who are now scared out of their mind. I remember feeling that way after Clinton won. I was also 12 years old.
-When you think about Obama's story, it's pretty amazing. Truly, we live in the greatest country in the world.
-I'm not excited about everything that Obama is going to do. But I am excited.
-Since I've been able to vote, I'm 3 for 3. I'm just saying...
Good night all. God bless. God bless America.
10.28.2008
Don't Censor Me...
Cause I'll do it myself thank you very much.
I wrote a post responding to the last comments Ryan left regarding abortion. I attempted to use some tongue-in-cheek humor, but it apparently didn't work. So, I pulled it. I don't like to censor myself very often, but I'll do it on occassion. I will probably post something better written that attempts to express what I was trying to say, but I'll do it sometime when it isn't 12:25 in the morning. If you happen to have read the blog, feel free to comment anyway.
I'll be back...
I wrote a post responding to the last comments Ryan left regarding abortion. I attempted to use some tongue-in-cheek humor, but it apparently didn't work. So, I pulled it. I don't like to censor myself very often, but I'll do it on occassion. I will probably post something better written that attempts to express what I was trying to say, but I'll do it sometime when it isn't 12:25 in the morning. If you happen to have read the blog, feel free to comment anyway.
I'll be back...
10.16.2008
That's How You Debate...
Look, by now it's no secret I'm an Obama man. So, it won't be a shocker when I say that Obama hit it out of the park last night. John McCain looked like a desperate kid angry that life isn't fair. Well, in the words of my Dad, "Life isn't fair! Get over it!"
Obama's ideas are just better. His composure is more presidential. When it came to explaining his health care package, McCain had no recourse but to use his memorized attack right after Obama was very articulate as to what his plan actually was and what it wasn't. He just looked foolish. He couldn't think on his feet. He couldn't articulate his ideas (he even called Obama "Senator Government" at one point. By accident.) He looked frustrated and annoyed. At one point, I literally felt like I could see McCain saying in his head, "Man, I wish that was my plan. That sounds better than my plan."
If we want to get into the issues as to why I'm an Obama man, we can, and I'm more than happy to do that. But you'd have to at least agree that last night, one guy looked ready to lead the country, and one guy looked like someone had just stolen his favorite toy.
Obama's ideas are just better. His composure is more presidential. When it came to explaining his health care package, McCain had no recourse but to use his memorized attack right after Obama was very articulate as to what his plan actually was and what it wasn't. He just looked foolish. He couldn't think on his feet. He couldn't articulate his ideas (he even called Obama "Senator Government" at one point. By accident.) He looked frustrated and annoyed. At one point, I literally felt like I could see McCain saying in his head, "Man, I wish that was my plan. That sounds better than my plan."
If we want to get into the issues as to why I'm an Obama man, we can, and I'm more than happy to do that. But you'd have to at least agree that last night, one guy looked ready to lead the country, and one guy looked like someone had just stolen his favorite toy.
10.15.2008
10.13.2008
10.07.2008
X Watch Might Not Let You See This...
I was reading an article about the economy by Jim Cramer when I came accross this article. I thought it was really good. I thought it was a different perspective on the realities of porn in our culture. This might be a bit graphic in nature, but honest.
Check it out.
What do you think?
Check it out.
What do you think?
10.06.2008
In My Absence...
I know that I've been extremely absent lately. Just too much going on to blog. In keeping with my lulls, I have found the ultimate video. Someone compiled 35 minutes of ever crash, nut shot, sucker punch, fire mishap, drunk backflips, etc, that I've ever seen. So, for now, this will have to keep you entertained. Till later...
9.21.2008
9.16.2008
9.03.2008
And The Gift Goes On...
Wow.
What a week.
Today, Chloe Mae Keck is exactly 1 week old. I've been quite overwhelmed with everything that has happened in the last week, let alone the weeks leading up to her birth. They say everything will change, but until it happens, you don't know what that means. Now I know, and I have no way to descibe it other than the best thing I've ever done.
I've written before about my thoughts on God's will. Despite my lack of faith, and though I won't say I saw God's will, I can certainly say I felt His hand and saw His providence. Let me fill you in on the details a bit:
On August 13th, the girl with the green eyes went in for a normal doc appointment. We were getting close to the final month, so these would become more and more frequent. Everything was going fine until the very end, the doc said, "Ya know, I just can't tell for sure if the baby's head is down. I want you to have an ultrasound before you leave just to make sure."
So, we head down the hall and wait for the ultrasound tech. She finally has an opening and goes to work. Sure enough, the baby's head is down, but the tech says she wants to check a few more things. Then she says she needs to show something to the doctor. Turns out, the amniotic fluid is low. They tells us we need to see a specialist.
That Friday, we go to the specialist. They confirm the earlier diagnosis. Low fluid. The order Candice to bedrest and to drink as much water as a human can possible imbibe. Turns out it's about 2 gallons. So, after doing nothing but peeing for 24 hours, we head to the hospital to get checked again. A doctor we've never met checks her again and says everything is fine. We are a bit skeptical. So, we decide to go back to the specialists on Monday. They check her again and unknown doc was wrong.
She's a quart low.
Same prognosis. Bedrest and water and come back in 48 hours.
That Wednesday, August 20th, when we headed out to the doctor's appointment, we had no idea that we wouldn't come back home without a baby. They did the same check ups and despite drinking the equivilant of Lake Mead, there was no change to her fluid level. We told the ultrasound tech that Candice had also had a harder time doing the "kick counts" (how long it takes the baby to kick inside the stomach). She goes to get our specialist doctor. He says, "Well, take it easy and we'll see you in 48 hours." Then the tech decides to chip in and say, "Oh, by the way, her kick counts are taking longer." The doctor leaves the room for a bit then comes back to tell us to head straight to the hospital for 24 hour monitoring.
Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Once at the hospital, they monitored her. And monitored her. And did it some more. And a few more times. And a little longer. Nothing was happening. Low fluid but baby was fine. Finally, they said, "you know what, you are full term, let's just induce and get that sucker out of there."
So, at 9 am on Tuesday August 26th, they began the induction. Everything was going fine. The first go round lasts 12 hours and then they put in the "pushing" medicine.
I had decided that during the 12 hours I would try to get some work done. I finished up about 1 and started to head back to the hospital. I was kinda hungry since I hadn't eaten all day. But, instead of stopping to get something to eat, I decided to head to the hospital first, just to make sure everything was okay.
As I walked into the room, I was followed by two nurses. I walked in to see two other nurses staring at the monitoring maching.
"Maybe the machine's broke," one says.
"Or it's registering it twice," the other says.
I look at the baby's heart rate and it's off the charts. A safe heartbeat for a baby is anywhere between 120-180 bpm. Chloe's was 250-260. Not good.
"Turn it off and turn it back on," chimes in one of the nurses that followed me in.
The ol' Nintendo trick. Doesn't work.
They get an ultrasound in there to confirm what the machine was saying. Yup, my baby's heart was in hyperdrive.
"Who's your doctor?" they ask us.
"Our primary is Tyre and our specialist is Bolnick." Candice says.
"Hang on." They say.
Turns out, our specialist doctor, was next door. I don't mean like in the medical office next to the hospital, I mean he was in the room next door checking on another patient of the specialist clinic. They grabbed him and he came in and took a look.
"Let's go get her," He says.
That was at 1:30 pm. Chloe was born at 2:00 pm. It was fast.
So, if our original doctor hadn't thought to check for the baby's head position, we wouldn't have found out about her low fluid. If the tech hadn't mentioned her long kick counts, we wouldn't have went to the hospital. If we wouldn't have been monitored, we wouldn't have known about her heart rate. If Dr. Bolnick wasn't next door, I don't want to think about what would've happened.
Yes, I believe in God and in His providence.
We did good.
What a week.
Today, Chloe Mae Keck is exactly 1 week old. I've been quite overwhelmed with everything that has happened in the last week, let alone the weeks leading up to her birth. They say everything will change, but until it happens, you don't know what that means. Now I know, and I have no way to descibe it other than the best thing I've ever done.
I've written before about my thoughts on God's will. Despite my lack of faith, and though I won't say I saw God's will, I can certainly say I felt His hand and saw His providence. Let me fill you in on the details a bit:
On August 13th, the girl with the green eyes went in for a normal doc appointment. We were getting close to the final month, so these would become more and more frequent. Everything was going fine until the very end, the doc said, "Ya know, I just can't tell for sure if the baby's head is down. I want you to have an ultrasound before you leave just to make sure."
So, we head down the hall and wait for the ultrasound tech. She finally has an opening and goes to work. Sure enough, the baby's head is down, but the tech says she wants to check a few more things. Then she says she needs to show something to the doctor. Turns out, the amniotic fluid is low. They tells us we need to see a specialist.
That Friday, we go to the specialist. They confirm the earlier diagnosis. Low fluid. The order Candice to bedrest and to drink as much water as a human can possible imbibe. Turns out it's about 2 gallons. So, after doing nothing but peeing for 24 hours, we head to the hospital to get checked again. A doctor we've never met checks her again and says everything is fine. We are a bit skeptical. So, we decide to go back to the specialists on Monday. They check her again and unknown doc was wrong.
She's a quart low.
Same prognosis. Bedrest and water and come back in 48 hours.
That Wednesday, August 20th, when we headed out to the doctor's appointment, we had no idea that we wouldn't come back home without a baby. They did the same check ups and despite drinking the equivilant of Lake Mead, there was no change to her fluid level. We told the ultrasound tech that Candice had also had a harder time doing the "kick counts" (how long it takes the baby to kick inside the stomach). She goes to get our specialist doctor. He says, "Well, take it easy and we'll see you in 48 hours." Then the tech decides to chip in and say, "Oh, by the way, her kick counts are taking longer." The doctor leaves the room for a bit then comes back to tell us to head straight to the hospital for 24 hour monitoring.
Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Once at the hospital, they monitored her. And monitored her. And did it some more. And a few more times. And a little longer. Nothing was happening. Low fluid but baby was fine. Finally, they said, "you know what, you are full term, let's just induce and get that sucker out of there."
So, at 9 am on Tuesday August 26th, they began the induction. Everything was going fine. The first go round lasts 12 hours and then they put in the "pushing" medicine.
I had decided that during the 12 hours I would try to get some work done. I finished up about 1 and started to head back to the hospital. I was kinda hungry since I hadn't eaten all day. But, instead of stopping to get something to eat, I decided to head to the hospital first, just to make sure everything was okay.
As I walked into the room, I was followed by two nurses. I walked in to see two other nurses staring at the monitoring maching.
"Maybe the machine's broke," one says.
"Or it's registering it twice," the other says.
I look at the baby's heart rate and it's off the charts. A safe heartbeat for a baby is anywhere between 120-180 bpm. Chloe's was 250-260. Not good.
"Turn it off and turn it back on," chimes in one of the nurses that followed me in.
The ol' Nintendo trick. Doesn't work.
They get an ultrasound in there to confirm what the machine was saying. Yup, my baby's heart was in hyperdrive.
"Who's your doctor?" they ask us.
"Our primary is Tyre and our specialist is Bolnick." Candice says.
"Hang on." They say.
Turns out, our specialist doctor, was next door. I don't mean like in the medical office next to the hospital, I mean he was in the room next door checking on another patient of the specialist clinic. They grabbed him and he came in and took a look.
"Let's go get her," He says.
That was at 1:30 pm. Chloe was born at 2:00 pm. It was fast.
So, if our original doctor hadn't thought to check for the baby's head position, we wouldn't have found out about her low fluid. If the tech hadn't mentioned her long kick counts, we wouldn't have went to the hospital. If we wouldn't have been monitored, we wouldn't have known about her heart rate. If Dr. Bolnick wasn't next door, I don't want to think about what would've happened.
Yes, I believe in God and in His providence.
We did good.
8.29.2008
The Adventure Begins...
(I wrote the following blog the night we found out I had knocked up the girl with the green eyes. I saved it to my other blog because I couldn't post it here quite yet. But I had to do something. So, here is the first blog in the life of my baby.)
It's Monday, January 21st.
It's 10:53 pm and though I didn't get much sleep last night, I'm wide awake.
The girl with the green eyes expected two words, but somehow, I knew there would only be one. One little word that will forever change my life.
Pregnant.
I don't believe I will ever forget that moment. She peed into a cup and then I dipped the little stick in. She had wanted to take it by herself earlier in the day, but I wouldn't let her. For once, I'm glad she listened to me. We both crouched over the counter in our spare bath and watched a little hourglass blink. The package said it would take three minutes, but she must be REALLY knocked up because it seemed to only be about thirty seconds.
It cut her off mid-sentence, as if to say there is nothing you will ever say again that will be more important than me.
Pregnant.
We hugged. We kissed and said I love you. We took a couple pictures with the test.
Pregnant.
Then, in a surprising moment of spiritual clarity, I grabbed the girl with the green eyes' hand and we knelt at the end of our bed.
I told God he could have it.
I praised Him for His generosity. I wept at His mercy. I laughed at His timing.
The thing is probably about the size of my pinky and I'm already envisioning the people he will lead or the beauty she will display.
This is my child.
And that is why I lie awake on an otherwise ordinary Monday night.
Because nothing will ever be ordinary again.
It's Monday, January 21st.
It's 10:53 pm and though I didn't get much sleep last night, I'm wide awake.
The girl with the green eyes expected two words, but somehow, I knew there would only be one. One little word that will forever change my life.
Pregnant.
I don't believe I will ever forget that moment. She peed into a cup and then I dipped the little stick in. She had wanted to take it by herself earlier in the day, but I wouldn't let her. For once, I'm glad she listened to me. We both crouched over the counter in our spare bath and watched a little hourglass blink. The package said it would take three minutes, but she must be REALLY knocked up because it seemed to only be about thirty seconds.
It cut her off mid-sentence, as if to say there is nothing you will ever say again that will be more important than me.
Pregnant.
We hugged. We kissed and said I love you. We took a couple pictures with the test.
Pregnant.
Then, in a surprising moment of spiritual clarity, I grabbed the girl with the green eyes' hand and we knelt at the end of our bed.
I told God he could have it.
I praised Him for His generosity. I wept at His mercy. I laughed at His timing.
The thing is probably about the size of my pinky and I'm already envisioning the people he will lead or the beauty she will display.
This is my child.
And that is why I lie awake on an otherwise ordinary Monday night.
Because nothing will ever be ordinary again.
8.24.2008
I Smell Stork Poop...
Okay, the time is almost here. As far as the plan goes, they will induce the girl with the green eyes on Tuesday. Sometime, in the hours of pain after that, my little girl will be born. As I am quickly learning, things change fast, so if it does, I probably won't be able to blog to let you know. All I know is that every moment that passes I get closer to seeing her and I can't wait!!!!
8.14.2008
What A Day...
Yesterday, we had a regularly scheduled Dr. appointment. At the very end, on a whim, the good doc said, "Ya know, I can't tell if the baby is head down yet. Why don't you have an ultrasound to make sure."
We go down the hall and wait for the ultrasound tech. Soon enough, Candice's belly is covered with goo and we see, sure enough, the baby's head is...well, making like a baby and heading out. All's good right?
Well, not quite. The tech says she wants to get a reading on the fluid surrounding the baby. Seems like there should be more than there is. She moves the magic wand all over my wife's blossoming belly and clicks on the computer a couple of times. She says, "Let me go talk to the doctor for a minute."
Never a good sign.
She comes back and says that her ussumptions were correct. Candice's fluids are about half of what they should be. She tells us we need to head to a specialist to see what is up.
So, this morning we go to a paranatal specialist and get checked out. Turns out my wife's fluids aren't just low, they are dangerously low. Like, we almost went to the hospital today and had a kid low. They told her to drink water today like there's no tomorrow and see if that helps. If not, they'll probably put her in the hospital and monitor her this weekend. We have to go back and get an update tomorrow afternoon and we'll know more.
All this, and my very first house as an independent real estate agent closed today. What a weird mix of emotions. A little success mixed with a lot of fear and anticipation. Who knows, I might become a daddy this week!
The really good news is that the baby is nice and heathly. She is just shy of 6 lbs and is right where she should be growth wise. Her lungs aren't 100% developed, so we really want her to stay in the cooker for another week or so, but if she decides she's ready, modern technology should be able to help her out for the first week or so.
We'll could use any prayers you got, but overall, I'm just overwhelmed with the emotion that everything is suddenly so close. I thought I had like 3-4 weeks and I may not even have 24 hours. I'll keep you posted.
We go down the hall and wait for the ultrasound tech. Soon enough, Candice's belly is covered with goo and we see, sure enough, the baby's head is...well, making like a baby and heading out. All's good right?
Well, not quite. The tech says she wants to get a reading on the fluid surrounding the baby. Seems like there should be more than there is. She moves the magic wand all over my wife's blossoming belly and clicks on the computer a couple of times. She says, "Let me go talk to the doctor for a minute."
Never a good sign.
She comes back and says that her ussumptions were correct. Candice's fluids are about half of what they should be. She tells us we need to head to a specialist to see what is up.
So, this morning we go to a paranatal specialist and get checked out. Turns out my wife's fluids aren't just low, they are dangerously low. Like, we almost went to the hospital today and had a kid low. They told her to drink water today like there's no tomorrow and see if that helps. If not, they'll probably put her in the hospital and monitor her this weekend. We have to go back and get an update tomorrow afternoon and we'll know more.
All this, and my very first house as an independent real estate agent closed today. What a weird mix of emotions. A little success mixed with a lot of fear and anticipation. Who knows, I might become a daddy this week!
The really good news is that the baby is nice and heathly. She is just shy of 6 lbs and is right where she should be growth wise. Her lungs aren't 100% developed, so we really want her to stay in the cooker for another week or so, but if she decides she's ready, modern technology should be able to help her out for the first week or so.
We'll could use any prayers you got, but overall, I'm just overwhelmed with the emotion that everything is suddenly so close. I thought I had like 3-4 weeks and I may not even have 24 hours. I'll keep you posted.
8.05.2008
Great Article...
My fellow blogger Dustin posted a great article his lead pastor wrote about multi-venue churches. You can read the article here.
My mom and I were just talking about this issue yesterday. I'm all for new and inventive ways of sharing the gospel. I'm all for church planting. But something has always rubbed me wrong about the multi-site video venue.
There is a church in town that does it and I was speaking with one of the pastors who works there a couple of months ago. He was lamenting how they were having a difficult time getting people to want to be involved. It struck me as odd that they hadn't thought of this before. I would think that would be one of the first things you would plan on when you invite people into a room to watch tv.
I really like the attitude of the pastor and that the whole point of this church thing isn't to create a following, but to create a community of people building one another up.
Is there anyone out there at a wildly successful video venue site? What challenges did you have to overcome? Is it still the way that you would decide to go?
My mom and I were just talking about this issue yesterday. I'm all for new and inventive ways of sharing the gospel. I'm all for church planting. But something has always rubbed me wrong about the multi-site video venue.
There is a church in town that does it and I was speaking with one of the pastors who works there a couple of months ago. He was lamenting how they were having a difficult time getting people to want to be involved. It struck me as odd that they hadn't thought of this before. I would think that would be one of the first things you would plan on when you invite people into a room to watch tv.
I really like the attitude of the pastor and that the whole point of this church thing isn't to create a following, but to create a community of people building one another up.
Is there anyone out there at a wildly successful video venue site? What challenges did you have to overcome? Is it still the way that you would decide to go?
7.28.2008
The Sound Air Makes Leaving Your Mouth...
Hey.
I could do the normal, "Sorry it's been awhile" thing, but the truth is, I haven't thought about blogging in a long time. How long? Well, since I last posted I guess.
The problem is, I have so much on my mind that blogging doesn't even crack the top ten list of things to do. It barely cracks the top 50.
What's on my mind? Glad you asked
1)Money. Cash. Moolah. Duckets. Benjamins. I need some. I've done a lot of work for a production company as a freelance tech and apparently they are running into money problems. I'm 90 days out on my furthest job and still no money. And we're not talking a few hundred bucks. Like many thousands of dollars. Thousands of dollars I could use to pay for things like my house and my a/c bill. I currently have 4 properties in escrow, but only one that will close this month. It's starting to get clinch the butthole tight around here.
2)I'm going to be a dad in about 7 weeks. Probably sooner. Why does that freak me out? See number 1. Seriously though, I'm going to be responsible for this fragile little life. Not just the providing either. How do you dicipline it and love it and form it into a contributing member of society? How do I introduce her to Jesus? What will I do if she's a patriot's fan? I'd feel really bad making her sleep outside, but hey, that's why patriot fans deserve.
3) I've never in my life felt like my lack of education held me back. When I worked at a church I always felt like what I produced outweighed any of that. And frankly it did. But I'm not in that world anymore. I love doing real estate. If I could pay all my bills without pulling a few thousand out of savings every month, I'd do it forever. But the truth is, it's not getting it done. I'm thinking I'm going to have to find something else. Not sure what though.
4) My walk with Christ has become very complacent. It's rare that I read my Bible. Like once in the last month rare. Even when I was working at Lennar I could always find time to read while I was at work. Now, it seems my life is so task filled I just try to get through as many tasks as I can and that one never seems to be on the top of the list. I was sitting with my good friend John Lee at my hockey game yesterday. I was telling him some of my anxieties with life. I mentioned how I don't necessarily have a lot of clients after the ones I'm dealing with right now and he said, "You know who's in control of that right?" And I replied, "Yeah, me. I just need to work harder." He said, "No, God's in control." It made me sad that I didn't even consider the possibility of that. I've blogged about God's will for our life before, but I think I forget how to have faith sometimes.
Well, that's why I don't blog much anymore. I hope it gets better, but it may not, but at least if it doesn't, you'll see this at the top and remember why you aren't getting your weekly dose of stupid videos and uneducated guesses.
I could do the normal, "Sorry it's been awhile" thing, but the truth is, I haven't thought about blogging in a long time. How long? Well, since I last posted I guess.
The problem is, I have so much on my mind that blogging doesn't even crack the top ten list of things to do. It barely cracks the top 50.
What's on my mind? Glad you asked
1)Money. Cash. Moolah. Duckets. Benjamins. I need some. I've done a lot of work for a production company as a freelance tech and apparently they are running into money problems. I'm 90 days out on my furthest job and still no money. And we're not talking a few hundred bucks. Like many thousands of dollars. Thousands of dollars I could use to pay for things like my house and my a/c bill. I currently have 4 properties in escrow, but only one that will close this month. It's starting to get clinch the butthole tight around here.
2)I'm going to be a dad in about 7 weeks. Probably sooner. Why does that freak me out? See number 1. Seriously though, I'm going to be responsible for this fragile little life. Not just the providing either. How do you dicipline it and love it and form it into a contributing member of society? How do I introduce her to Jesus? What will I do if she's a patriot's fan? I'd feel really bad making her sleep outside, but hey, that's why patriot fans deserve.
3) I've never in my life felt like my lack of education held me back. When I worked at a church I always felt like what I produced outweighed any of that. And frankly it did. But I'm not in that world anymore. I love doing real estate. If I could pay all my bills without pulling a few thousand out of savings every month, I'd do it forever. But the truth is, it's not getting it done. I'm thinking I'm going to have to find something else. Not sure what though.
4) My walk with Christ has become very complacent. It's rare that I read my Bible. Like once in the last month rare. Even when I was working at Lennar I could always find time to read while I was at work. Now, it seems my life is so task filled I just try to get through as many tasks as I can and that one never seems to be on the top of the list. I was sitting with my good friend John Lee at my hockey game yesterday. I was telling him some of my anxieties with life. I mentioned how I don't necessarily have a lot of clients after the ones I'm dealing with right now and he said, "You know who's in control of that right?" And I replied, "Yeah, me. I just need to work harder." He said, "No, God's in control." It made me sad that I didn't even consider the possibility of that. I've blogged about God's will for our life before, but I think I forget how to have faith sometimes.
Well, that's why I don't blog much anymore. I hope it gets better, but it may not, but at least if it doesn't, you'll see this at the top and remember why you aren't getting your weekly dose of stupid videos and uneducated guesses.
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