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The ring comes to Bilbo.
I think we should all take some time to think of the consequences of this little fact on this day that is often ignored.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
back to WI
So I will probably blog some more.
Interesting weekend to say the least. My car died on the way here. Once. Praise the Lord it was only once.
My car was completely dead this morning. No turn-over. Just dead. So I got a ride. Spent the day with my girlfriend and her family after church. Was fun. We went to a nature park and took a trail: her two sisters tagged along, or rather ran in front.
And then we were sitting on the couch looking at pictures. Her dad came in, and decided to tell us I had to go in 20 minutes and that Mrs. Onasch would give me a ride. We were sitting close. Too close. Side by side if you will. I had to go outside and talk to Mr. Onasch b/c if we were sitting that close at the house what do we do when we go for walks? Yeah, good going. It wasn't that either of us really sat close on purpose. Maybe that's a bad sign? We started looking at pictures. . .bleh!
I'm frustrated. I love her. She loves me. She loves her family. I love most her family. I hate rules in general. I hate rules I think are unreasonable. If it was only the unreasonable rules then I might put up with it. But it is a bit more, and it is the fact that I don't see any possible way (aside from a miracle) that her dad gives me permission to marry her any time soon. That's it. When that happens the whole thing goes *BANG* So, in my normal impatient efficient attitude I think that if its going to happen why must we prolong it? Of course the answer is that I may be wrong. If I'm wrong then blowing the boat up would be a dumb idea. Can't self-destruct the ship without being 100% sure that is what needs to be done. Picard had a hard time doing it with the borg in control. . . . . . . . . . ./sigh.
I think I need a release. WoW does not sound like what I need. Idk.
I need someone to tell me that things are fine. . . .no, no, I don't. I can get that if I call someone. I have heard it plenty. What do I need? I was sure I learned the lesson I needed to from my car breaking down yesterday. Wake up this morning, and find my car dead. So, new lesson, or didn't I learn anything? Maybe I just identified it, maybe I didn't apply it.
I don't know. . . . . . . .I think I'm going to try to get some reading done this week....wait, if I get my car fixed. If I still have a girl friend. If I don't have to come back to MI. If the house doesn't catch fire and my books burn. . . . .if the Lord wills, I will get some reading done this week. Maybe write a paper or two......no, definitely not two, but hopefully one.
AUGPHAUHAUGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGAGAGUHAGUHAGUHDGUHUDGUDHGUAUOGDAGAGDAUHOUHODAGHOUDAGUHODAGDAGDAGHAG!!!!!
That's what I needed. . . sorta. I can never do that out loud. It just doesn't work that way. I could get on my twink and kill a bunch of noobs and not care about the flag and just kill em over and over.
I could go for a run. I could. . .pray. I could go to bed. I need jumper cables. I'm going to sign out. I'm going to look for jumper cables, and then read a bit. ttyl.
Interesting weekend to say the least. My car died on the way here. Once. Praise the Lord it was only once.
My car was completely dead this morning. No turn-over. Just dead. So I got a ride. Spent the day with my girlfriend and her family after church. Was fun. We went to a nature park and took a trail: her two sisters tagged along, or rather ran in front.
And then we were sitting on the couch looking at pictures. Her dad came in, and decided to tell us I had to go in 20 minutes and that Mrs. Onasch would give me a ride. We were sitting close. Too close. Side by side if you will. I had to go outside and talk to Mr. Onasch b/c if we were sitting that close at the house what do we do when we go for walks? Yeah, good going. It wasn't that either of us really sat close on purpose. Maybe that's a bad sign? We started looking at pictures. . .bleh!
I'm frustrated. I love her. She loves me. She loves her family. I love most her family. I hate rules in general. I hate rules I think are unreasonable. If it was only the unreasonable rules then I might put up with it. But it is a bit more, and it is the fact that I don't see any possible way (aside from a miracle) that her dad gives me permission to marry her any time soon. That's it. When that happens the whole thing goes *BANG* So, in my normal impatient efficient attitude I think that if its going to happen why must we prolong it? Of course the answer is that I may be wrong. If I'm wrong then blowing the boat up would be a dumb idea. Can't self-destruct the ship without being 100% sure that is what needs to be done. Picard had a hard time doing it with the borg in control. . . . . . . . . . ./sigh.
I think I need a release. WoW does not sound like what I need. Idk.
I need someone to tell me that things are fine. . . .no, no, I don't. I can get that if I call someone. I have heard it plenty. What do I need? I was sure I learned the lesson I needed to from my car breaking down yesterday. Wake up this morning, and find my car dead. So, new lesson, or didn't I learn anything? Maybe I just identified it, maybe I didn't apply it.
I don't know. . . . . . . .I think I'm going to try to get some reading done this week....wait, if I get my car fixed. If I still have a girl friend. If I don't have to come back to MI. If the house doesn't catch fire and my books burn. . . . .if the Lord wills, I will get some reading done this week. Maybe write a paper or two......no, definitely not two, but hopefully one.
AUGPHAUHAUGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGUHAGAGAGUHAGUHAGUHDGUHUDGUDHGUAUOGDAGAGDAUHOUHODAGHOUDAGUHODAGDAGDAGHAG!!!!!
That's what I needed. . . sorta. I can never do that out loud. It just doesn't work that way. I could get on my twink and kill a bunch of noobs and not care about the flag and just kill em over and over.
I could go for a run. I could. . .pray. I could go to bed. I need jumper cables. I'm going to sign out. I'm going to look for jumper cables, and then read a bit. ttyl.
Monday, July 16, 2007
to blog again
My uncle blogged today. It is his brother's birthday. I have always had a hard time dealing with the subject. It was very hard on all the family, and I figured I had no right to say anything or to be too upset when there were others that it effected more than myself. So, I don't talk about it. I never thought it fair to say how much it bothered me. It did. I never cried so hard in all my life. I remember wishing it had been me. I didn't get it.
I don't know if I just wanted there to be a special connection or if there was, but I could always talk to Dan. It was easy. We talked about anything. Things I didn't talk to other people about. Family things would come up and there were times when he made a point to take me with him. We went to the store or the airport. It didn't matter; it meant a lot to me. I trusted him, and even though I was just a kid he acted like we were on the same level. . .both adults.
My brother and I would spend days and days with our uncles. Playing Dinosaurs in the basement. Dan was an ankylosaurus. Playing choppers in our backyard. Playing on the tree swing or the rope ladder. Playing darts in the living room with the wheelbarrow. I remember them getting permission to sit with us in church. I was the oldest, but I had two older brothers. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
It is still hard to think about. I still fight crying. What matters is that God is good. I'll see Dan again. I am bewildered at how the lost can deal with life/death. They can't obviously. It explains the alcohol, drugs, etc etc.
God is good, and His mercy endureth forever. Amen.
I don't know if I just wanted there to be a special connection or if there was, but I could always talk to Dan. It was easy. We talked about anything. Things I didn't talk to other people about. Family things would come up and there were times when he made a point to take me with him. We went to the store or the airport. It didn't matter; it meant a lot to me. I trusted him, and even though I was just a kid he acted like we were on the same level. . .both adults.
My brother and I would spend days and days with our uncles. Playing Dinosaurs in the basement. Dan was an ankylosaurus. Playing choppers in our backyard. Playing on the tree swing or the rope ladder. Playing darts in the living room with the wheelbarrow. I remember them getting permission to sit with us in church. I was the oldest, but I had two older brothers. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
It is still hard to think about. I still fight crying. What matters is that God is good. I'll see Dan again. I am bewildered at how the lost can deal with life/death. They can't obviously. It explains the alcohol, drugs, etc etc.
God is good, and His mercy endureth forever. Amen.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Ephesians 3:20
"Now unto him that is able to do exceediing abundantly above all that we ask or think"
I drove to WI this weekend. I have been talking to Kaylynn everyday for almost two weeks and her parents decided that we shouldn't be allowed to talk that much until we met. Specifically they decided we could talk one day a week. I found out Friday night. So I worked all day Saturday and got in my car and drove to WI Sat night. I have a house out there still.
I sat with the family in church and heads were wagging and there was a buzzing sound. Yes, there were some broken hearted girls there. /shrug, that's not my problem though, is it?
We had a sandwich luncheon thing and then an afternoon service. I followed the family to their house and then all the kids had to go outside and I sat at the dining room table across from both her parents and they had a notebook with over a page of questions on it. As they asked they checked them off. I did have a glass of water. ;)
I was relaxed, and I kept thinking, "I shouldn't feel relaxed." But honestly, it was easy. It was odd, but easy. I think I was ok, once I answered honestly and openly, and realized I knew the answers, and that I didn't have to worry about being too honest. I hate having someone say "I will never hire you b/c you were too honest." /sigh, back to topic. I was honest, and serious, and carried on conversations. It went well. You can all ask me what the specific questions are later. All in all, it took about an hour, then they let her come in and told us they were giving their approval to "court." Of course, the difference between courting (which btw, is "the christian way") and dating is that dating is for fun and courting is with the intention of marriage. Just for those of you who could never figure it out or were wondering. yeah, happy now? lol
We talked for a while, and had pizza for dinner. Her dad went to bed early and her younger sisters were soon after. The rest of us stayed up till 1:30am talking. Her 17 year old sister tried to annoy me all night and kept quizzing me. I didn't care, and handled it beautifully I might add.
Monday we spent doing w/e. It was fine b/c I hadn't seen her since the day we actually talked. So, it was different and we just needed to spend some time together. It was great. We took her sisters to swimming lessons, then we took them with us when we went into town and to the park and all sorts of stuff. It was fun, and I enjoyed playing with them. The younger one didn't like me at first. She likes me now. I guess her siblings are counting down the days till I'm back and can play with them. . .It was good. Great actually. . .better than I could have ever imagined it going.
Which brings me back to Ephesians 3:20. I knew what I wanted. And I thought I was praying for the perfect person. But she is exceeding abundantly above all that I was asking for or thinking. Wonderful, amazing, beautiful, etc etc.
We are officially dating, btw.
Going to a wedding in two days. I guess my room got volunteered for some other people. Exciting. Just what I was hoping for on this weekend I have been anticipating for 6 months. Yes, 6 months waiting for this week. /shrug, I won't be in there much anyway. I am just going to have to be more cordial than I really wanted to be, and going to have to refrain from asking if he still thinks I'm a donkey. . .or rather, arrogant donkey. What kinda punk makes that kinda character call after barely 3 hours?!?! I make good character calls generally. But when I left, I didn't know much. Dad asked. I said, "it was hard to tell" , "we didn't spend much time with him", "idk", and "he seemed ok." When he was asked what he thought he said "arrogant donkeys" (psst, he didn't really say donkeys.) So, now I'm all excited to spend the night in the same room. As long as there is no fishing line, it will be cool.
But enough negative, this week will be a blast. I make it through tomorrow and I'm home free for a week. mmmmmmm.
Only 24 days till I'm back in WI though. =D
Theology, cards, video games, laughing, talking, spending time with family. . .I wait all year for these weeks. All year, every year, and have for years.
I'm going to have to refresh some of my college stories. Like my Prof crying? Yeah, need to remember that one. Like me teaching my Bibliology class all semester? Good stuff. Like crazy people saying "God is not male." or "I understand you want certainty [regarding the words of God] but it just isn't possible." I laugh. And I know others will too. Good stuff. Of course some people have already heard all these stories. meh, that's the thing with good stories. They get told over and over. Yes, I am regulating my stories to the good story section right now.
Her dad likes MacArthur. A lot. And everything I was just about to write kinda stopped short b/c of a conversation I had right now....basically, I have never heard much good about him from anyone I respected. I knew he was off on the blood, and basically, the blood saves, sooo, yeah. He recanted that I knew, but that was all. Apparently my dad and my pastor like him though. My cousin doesn't too much, and I really have never felt any need to read him. My cousin argued that if you read Turretin you won't care to read MacArthur. Idk, can't really comment b/c I haven't read MacArthur. I do love Turretin though. I don't read many modern day writers. I have no need when I'm sitting on Turretin/Calvin/Owens/Spurgeon. I throw in a handful of other old preachers and I feel pretty comfortable.
The biggest help I could see in modern day preachers is the preaching/topics of present day discussion. Things like Theater were not really in discussion in Turretin's day. On the same note, I have pretty much made my mind up on most of those types of things. I'm not looking for validation from MacArthur. I don't look for it from Turretin either. I read Turretin b/c he answers the questions thoroughly and brilliantly. If MacArthur is easy reading....that will bother me. I am not looking for something I can pick up and read once and say "yeah, I agree." I want something that I say "Wow....I need to read it again." Some people don't want that. That's fine. Its not me. I'm almost sure I will pick him up and say "Yeah I agree." or "that was dumb." I am thinking I won't say "wow." And if I'm not saying wow...then what's the point? anyway. Her dad wants me to read "The Gospel according to Jesus." Apparently its a popular one. (cite wikipedia)
The name bothers me. What kinda stupid name. . .so that's a strike against the guy. The blood is strike one. Even though he recanted. . .still, what type of. . .anyway. So, basically I will try to make it through the book. Everything I have read (not much) makes it sound ok. So if he doesn't tear apart my Bible then I anticipate making it through. Of course I doubt hes KJB. Why would he be?
So I just read his doctrinal statement on the Bible. . . . . . . .it was predictable. Anyway, I should probably read the rest of it sometime. I will. The thing that really really gets me is that he is popular. I find it incredibly hard for me to trust him. I don't know anything, but the facts that A) he was too far off on the blood, B) he recanted, and C) he's popular. I'm sure hes on on several things. But I would rather be reading someone that's dead. That's it. I would rather be reading someone that is dead so I know EXACTLY what they believed. Wescott and Hort don't have a way out, b/c they are dead and they can't recant. So....I'm done with MacArthur for now.
Well, not quite. Why does the name of the book bother me? One b/c people have been trying to do that for years. Some of the first works in the first centuries were titled "The Gospel according to xxx." These were often blasphemous, and seriously. . .why would you name a book title with the same name as the books of the Bible? And further, why would you dare use the name "Jesus"? The Gospel according to Jesus, God the Father, and Holy Spirit is in my hands!! It is in my car, and next to my bed, and on the shelf. And MacArthur wasn't around when it was written. It speaks to his character. And it bothers me. Ok, now I am done with MacArthur.
I hear there are some homestarrunner things I haven't seen yet. I'll have to do that soon.
WoW is boring, but I am a GM of a guild again. I feel bad b/c its been almost 6 days since I've been on, but /shrug, these guys aren't even anyone I really care about so I don't feel to bad. I just needed something to do, and be in charge of, and fix.
If I asked you to use 1 word to describe me, what would it be? I got a variety of responses at work today. I was aiming for merry, but no one said that. I'm not quite sure if merry is a Biblical thing to be. . .haven't really decided that one. But I'm working on being happy and jolly and merry. Someone said I was smug. . .that's ok, I guess.
I need to go to bed. I will ttyl. Have a good month.
I drove to WI this weekend. I have been talking to Kaylynn everyday for almost two weeks and her parents decided that we shouldn't be allowed to talk that much until we met. Specifically they decided we could talk one day a week. I found out Friday night. So I worked all day Saturday and got in my car and drove to WI Sat night. I have a house out there still.
I sat with the family in church and heads were wagging and there was a buzzing sound. Yes, there were some broken hearted girls there. /shrug, that's not my problem though, is it?
We had a sandwich luncheon thing and then an afternoon service. I followed the family to their house and then all the kids had to go outside and I sat at the dining room table across from both her parents and they had a notebook with over a page of questions on it. As they asked they checked them off. I did have a glass of water. ;)
I was relaxed, and I kept thinking, "I shouldn't feel relaxed." But honestly, it was easy. It was odd, but easy. I think I was ok, once I answered honestly and openly, and realized I knew the answers, and that I didn't have to worry about being too honest. I hate having someone say "I will never hire you b/c you were too honest." /sigh, back to topic. I was honest, and serious, and carried on conversations. It went well. You can all ask me what the specific questions are later. All in all, it took about an hour, then they let her come in and told us they were giving their approval to "court." Of course, the difference between courting (which btw, is "the christian way") and dating is that dating is for fun and courting is with the intention of marriage. Just for those of you who could never figure it out or were wondering. yeah, happy now? lol
We talked for a while, and had pizza for dinner. Her dad went to bed early and her younger sisters were soon after. The rest of us stayed up till 1:30am talking. Her 17 year old sister tried to annoy me all night and kept quizzing me. I didn't care, and handled it beautifully I might add.
Monday we spent doing w/e. It was fine b/c I hadn't seen her since the day we actually talked. So, it was different and we just needed to spend some time together. It was great. We took her sisters to swimming lessons, then we took them with us when we went into town and to the park and all sorts of stuff. It was fun, and I enjoyed playing with them. The younger one didn't like me at first. She likes me now. I guess her siblings are counting down the days till I'm back and can play with them. . .It was good. Great actually. . .better than I could have ever imagined it going.
Which brings me back to Ephesians 3:20. I knew what I wanted. And I thought I was praying for the perfect person. But she is exceeding abundantly above all that I was asking for or thinking. Wonderful, amazing, beautiful, etc etc.
We are officially dating, btw.
Going to a wedding in two days. I guess my room got volunteered for some other people. Exciting. Just what I was hoping for on this weekend I have been anticipating for 6 months. Yes, 6 months waiting for this week. /shrug, I won't be in there much anyway. I am just going to have to be more cordial than I really wanted to be, and going to have to refrain from asking if he still thinks I'm a donkey. . .or rather, arrogant donkey. What kinda punk makes that kinda character call after barely 3 hours?!?! I make good character calls generally. But when I left, I didn't know much. Dad asked. I said, "it was hard to tell" , "we didn't spend much time with him", "idk", and "he seemed ok." When he was asked what he thought he said "arrogant donkeys" (psst, he didn't really say donkeys.) So, now I'm all excited to spend the night in the same room. As long as there is no fishing line, it will be cool.
But enough negative, this week will be a blast. I make it through tomorrow and I'm home free for a week. mmmmmmm.
Only 24 days till I'm back in WI though. =D
Theology, cards, video games, laughing, talking, spending time with family. . .I wait all year for these weeks. All year, every year, and have for years.
I'm going to have to refresh some of my college stories. Like my Prof crying? Yeah, need to remember that one. Like me teaching my Bibliology class all semester? Good stuff. Like crazy people saying "God is not male." or "I understand you want certainty [regarding the words of God] but it just isn't possible." I laugh. And I know others will too. Good stuff. Of course some people have already heard all these stories. meh, that's the thing with good stories. They get told over and over. Yes, I am regulating my stories to the good story section right now.
Her dad likes MacArthur. A lot. And everything I was just about to write kinda stopped short b/c of a conversation I had right now....basically, I have never heard much good about him from anyone I respected. I knew he was off on the blood, and basically, the blood saves, sooo, yeah. He recanted that I knew, but that was all. Apparently my dad and my pastor like him though. My cousin doesn't too much, and I really have never felt any need to read him. My cousin argued that if you read Turretin you won't care to read MacArthur. Idk, can't really comment b/c I haven't read MacArthur. I do love Turretin though. I don't read many modern day writers. I have no need when I'm sitting on Turretin/Calvin/Owens/Spurgeon. I throw in a handful of other old preachers and I feel pretty comfortable.
The biggest help I could see in modern day preachers is the preaching/topics of present day discussion. Things like Theater were not really in discussion in Turretin's day. On the same note, I have pretty much made my mind up on most of those types of things. I'm not looking for validation from MacArthur. I don't look for it from Turretin either. I read Turretin b/c he answers the questions thoroughly and brilliantly. If MacArthur is easy reading....that will bother me. I am not looking for something I can pick up and read once and say "yeah, I agree." I want something that I say "Wow....I need to read it again." Some people don't want that. That's fine. Its not me. I'm almost sure I will pick him up and say "Yeah I agree." or "that was dumb." I am thinking I won't say "wow." And if I'm not saying wow...then what's the point? anyway. Her dad wants me to read "The Gospel according to Jesus." Apparently its a popular one. (cite wikipedia)
The name bothers me. What kinda stupid name. . .so that's a strike against the guy. The blood is strike one. Even though he recanted. . .still, what type of. . .anyway. So, basically I will try to make it through the book. Everything I have read (not much) makes it sound ok. So if he doesn't tear apart my Bible then I anticipate making it through. Of course I doubt hes KJB. Why would he be?
So I just read his doctrinal statement on the Bible. . . . . . . .it was predictable. Anyway, I should probably read the rest of it sometime. I will. The thing that really really gets me is that he is popular. I find it incredibly hard for me to trust him. I don't know anything, but the facts that A) he was too far off on the blood, B) he recanted, and C) he's popular. I'm sure hes on on several things. But I would rather be reading someone that's dead. That's it. I would rather be reading someone that is dead so I know EXACTLY what they believed. Wescott and Hort don't have a way out, b/c they are dead and they can't recant. So....I'm done with MacArthur for now.
Well, not quite. Why does the name of the book bother me? One b/c people have been trying to do that for years. Some of the first works in the first centuries were titled "The Gospel according to xxx." These were often blasphemous, and seriously. . .why would you name a book title with the same name as the books of the Bible? And further, why would you dare use the name "Jesus"? The Gospel according to Jesus, God the Father, and Holy Spirit is in my hands!! It is in my car, and next to my bed, and on the shelf. And MacArthur wasn't around when it was written. It speaks to his character. And it bothers me. Ok, now I am done with MacArthur.
I hear there are some homestarrunner things I haven't seen yet. I'll have to do that soon.
WoW is boring, but I am a GM of a guild again. I feel bad b/c its been almost 6 days since I've been on, but /shrug, these guys aren't even anyone I really care about so I don't feel to bad. I just needed something to do, and be in charge of, and fix.
If I asked you to use 1 word to describe me, what would it be? I got a variety of responses at work today. I was aiming for merry, but no one said that. I'm not quite sure if merry is a Biblical thing to be. . .haven't really decided that one. But I'm working on being happy and jolly and merry. Someone said I was smug. . .that's ok, I guess.
I need to go to bed. I will ttyl. Have a good month.
Friday, June 8, 2007
faith
So, I've been thinking lately about believing and faith. At prayer meeting the other night it came up, and my brother preached about how we in America don't really depend on God for much. And so, how often do we pray for a good president, and then in any political conversation we pretty much admit it isn't possible and that the country can't get better. Our reality is that things cannot get better, but we pray for them because we are supposed to. I've done it, and I know others have too.
Faith to move mountains. That is something viewed as impossible. Why don't we have faith? We pray for things. . .do we believe they will work out? Do we believe people will get better?
How often do we not believe because we think miracles are rare? Are we afraid we will be disappointed? Are we being better off being safe than being sorry? If we don't expect it to happen then if it does we are happy, and if it doesn't we were right. But is that how we are supposed to pray? "And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive."
I don't think this is unfounded optimism either. It is not blind hope. It is supposed to be faith. I think if it is just hope we will often be disappointed. I think we underestimate what God can/will do, and the means by which God has said He wants to work. Prayer accomplishes things. How is another topic, but the fact is, it does. Why don't we pray in faith? It is like the difference between reading the Bible and studying. Studying is so much more. Reading is good, but its not enough. Praying is good, but what is the point if you don't believe God will answer? Do you pray for something thinking it can't/won't happen?
I know a lot of people interested in a lot of things. Many who would love to have certain things happen in their lives, but how much do they consider it dependent on God and not rather on this rule or that, or this person or that?
Ok, I'm going to talk about BK now. I'm might talk about it in terms most of you might not get, but its just to talk about it.
So, what exactly is the correct time ratio when someone thinks they should run over to the other side to help you? You are almost finished with 3 sandwiches and two more up there. He says "what do you need?" It inevitably depends on who it is, and what is left. I had someone go over there today and I had two Dbl Whoppers up there. There was no way I was going to let him make those. He is slow. I wasn't done with what I had on the board but it didn't matter. I still finished them before he would have.
People do not understand the need for speed. I work with a kid who comes in in the afternoon. He tries to stand on my board and make the food. He gets in my way. And hes clueless. I have done everything short of telling him to get out of my way, and he doesn't get it. One of these days I will tell him to. When I am there, it is my kitchen and my board. Simple. The day shift knows that now. I had both the regular day guys tell me "You're faster than me." Thanks. At least they realize it. My friend is working with a kid who thinks hes about as fast or faster. The kid is soooo slow. I've watched him.
I'm pretty sure I'm faster than my friend. We want to setup a competition sometime. It might happen. He of course thinks he's faster.
It has been really slow lately. Becayse of that I could run specialty and whopper without much problem. I enjoy being back in the kitchen. I rarely feel the need to race anymore. Especially after the two of them admitted I was faster. Maybe 2-4 times a day I will fly through something because it only takes one or two times of an even tie for them to think they caught up. I had someone call me super dave again today. /shrug. I can see them trying to be motivated, and that's good. The one guy gets along better with me now. Just started getting along with him this week. I think he's starting to realize when I ask him if he needs something it isn't b/c I doubt he can do it, it is b/c it would optimize the time for me to do it instead of him. That is one thing I miss about my old store. There was a beautiful flow of communication between myself and other workers who could do it. Its developing here. They are realizing that they shouldn't sit on their assigned position when they could be doing something. And that I am willing and able to help. That's good.
The mgt in the evening stinks. We had to clean wrap holders so at 5pm (dinner time) the managers started cleaning them, which involved covering up the condiment well. What kind of stupid people are they? 5:30? Both managers decide to go in the office and eat. . . .6:05, they are still eating. So I make a loud comment about how I was supposed to be out 5 minutes ago. No, neither of them knew that. They are stupid.
The GM knows they are both stupid. But, she doesn't care about the dinner shift. Corp doens't come during dinner, so she's not worried. bleh! There is no solution in sight. They need a new manager to run things. The one I recommended is not going to get it. The GM wants her where she is. It would take work for her to actually lrn to do what she needed, BUT that is the best chance the store has. It won't happen though.
I of course can't do anything. The only other option is for my friend to come back to this store. Which he won't be doing, but the GM keeps hoping. AUHGA!
So, there is my BK rant for now.
I got a call the other day. Kaylynn says "so I have a question" I said ok. She says, can you talk to my dad right now? I was surprised to say the least. But yeah, I talked to her dad to ask permission to talk to her on the phone. He wanted to know if I was a packers fan. Nah, I pretty much dislike the packers alltogether. But he gave me permission anyway. He invited me over for dinner when I get back, and I guess they talked about me this morning and apparently he is really looking forward to meeting me, which surprised both her mom and her. Anyway, that's good news.
I got my second AGM. I only need 2 fishing things. So.....I'm out. I'll ttyl.
Faith to move mountains. That is something viewed as impossible. Why don't we have faith? We pray for things. . .do we believe they will work out? Do we believe people will get better?
How often do we not believe because we think miracles are rare? Are we afraid we will be disappointed? Are we being better off being safe than being sorry? If we don't expect it to happen then if it does we are happy, and if it doesn't we were right. But is that how we are supposed to pray? "And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive."
I don't think this is unfounded optimism either. It is not blind hope. It is supposed to be faith. I think if it is just hope we will often be disappointed. I think we underestimate what God can/will do, and the means by which God has said He wants to work. Prayer accomplishes things. How is another topic, but the fact is, it does. Why don't we pray in faith? It is like the difference between reading the Bible and studying. Studying is so much more. Reading is good, but its not enough. Praying is good, but what is the point if you don't believe God will answer? Do you pray for something thinking it can't/won't happen?
I know a lot of people interested in a lot of things. Many who would love to have certain things happen in their lives, but how much do they consider it dependent on God and not rather on this rule or that, or this person or that?
Ok, I'm going to talk about BK now. I'm might talk about it in terms most of you might not get, but its just to talk about it.
So, what exactly is the correct time ratio when someone thinks they should run over to the other side to help you? You are almost finished with 3 sandwiches and two more up there. He says "what do you need?" It inevitably depends on who it is, and what is left. I had someone go over there today and I had two Dbl Whoppers up there. There was no way I was going to let him make those. He is slow. I wasn't done with what I had on the board but it didn't matter. I still finished them before he would have.
People do not understand the need for speed. I work with a kid who comes in in the afternoon. He tries to stand on my board and make the food. He gets in my way. And hes clueless. I have done everything short of telling him to get out of my way, and he doesn't get it. One of these days I will tell him to. When I am there, it is my kitchen and my board. Simple. The day shift knows that now. I had both the regular day guys tell me "You're faster than me." Thanks. At least they realize it. My friend is working with a kid who thinks hes about as fast or faster. The kid is soooo slow. I've watched him.
I'm pretty sure I'm faster than my friend. We want to setup a competition sometime. It might happen. He of course thinks he's faster.
It has been really slow lately. Becayse of that I could run specialty and whopper without much problem. I enjoy being back in the kitchen. I rarely feel the need to race anymore. Especially after the two of them admitted I was faster. Maybe 2-4 times a day I will fly through something because it only takes one or two times of an even tie for them to think they caught up. I had someone call me super dave again today. /shrug. I can see them trying to be motivated, and that's good. The one guy gets along better with me now. Just started getting along with him this week. I think he's starting to realize when I ask him if he needs something it isn't b/c I doubt he can do it, it is b/c it would optimize the time for me to do it instead of him. That is one thing I miss about my old store. There was a beautiful flow of communication between myself and other workers who could do it. Its developing here. They are realizing that they shouldn't sit on their assigned position when they could be doing something. And that I am willing and able to help. That's good.
The mgt in the evening stinks. We had to clean wrap holders so at 5pm (dinner time) the managers started cleaning them, which involved covering up the condiment well. What kind of stupid people are they? 5:30? Both managers decide to go in the office and eat. . . .6:05, they are still eating. So I make a loud comment about how I was supposed to be out 5 minutes ago. No, neither of them knew that. They are stupid.
The GM knows they are both stupid. But, she doesn't care about the dinner shift. Corp doens't come during dinner, so she's not worried. bleh! There is no solution in sight. They need a new manager to run things. The one I recommended is not going to get it. The GM wants her where she is. It would take work for her to actually lrn to do what she needed, BUT that is the best chance the store has. It won't happen though.
I of course can't do anything. The only other option is for my friend to come back to this store. Which he won't be doing, but the GM keeps hoping. AUHGA!
So, there is my BK rant for now.
I got a call the other day. Kaylynn says "so I have a question" I said ok. She says, can you talk to my dad right now? I was surprised to say the least. But yeah, I talked to her dad to ask permission to talk to her on the phone. He wanted to know if I was a packers fan. Nah, I pretty much dislike the packers alltogether. But he gave me permission anyway. He invited me over for dinner when I get back, and I guess they talked about me this morning and apparently he is really looking forward to meeting me, which surprised both her mom and her. Anyway, that's good news.
I got my second AGM. I only need 2 fishing things. So.....I'm out. I'll ttyl.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
the scoop!
She is amazing.
So, e-mail progressed into IM which turned into phone conversations. We have talked every day this week for a few hours. We are not a couple, and she is not my gf. "What is this paradox?" you ask. I need to talk to her dad. So, yeah. . .technically.
In other news:
I am missing one BoE for my second twink, and I picked up several pieces of other twink gear for a mage if I ever decide to go that route. It also turns out that some of the stuff that we thought was going to be inacessible to twinks after the patch still is. This means I could really make any number of twinks. Something to consider, but I really haven't played much lately.
The summer is going slow.
I was invited to a BBQ, and "just a BBQ." They made sure to lmk that there would be no alcohol, etc. Just a BBQ with some friends. They are making sure they do it before I go back to school to. It appears I was a factor in the planning for this. /shrug. I will probably go.
Anyway, don't have too much more to say. Kinda frustrated with work again. I am comfortable and getting complacent. My dad says I can't make waves. . . . . . .I'm so good at making waves. And its not intentional, really. I just see what needs to be done, and comment. oops.
3 weddings this year....hmmm.
Alright, I'm gonna check the AH. ttyl.
So, e-mail progressed into IM which turned into phone conversations. We have talked every day this week for a few hours. We are not a couple, and she is not my gf. "What is this paradox?" you ask. I need to talk to her dad. So, yeah. . .technically.
In other news:
I am missing one BoE for my second twink, and I picked up several pieces of other twink gear for a mage if I ever decide to go that route. It also turns out that some of the stuff that we thought was going to be inacessible to twinks after the patch still is. This means I could really make any number of twinks. Something to consider, but I really haven't played much lately.
The summer is going slow.
I was invited to a BBQ, and "just a BBQ." They made sure to lmk that there would be no alcohol, etc. Just a BBQ with some friends. They are making sure they do it before I go back to school to. It appears I was a factor in the planning for this. /shrug. I will probably go.
Anyway, don't have too much more to say. Kinda frustrated with work again. I am comfortable and getting complacent. My dad says I can't make waves. . . . . . .I'm so good at making waves. And its not intentional, really. I just see what needs to be done, and comment. oops.
3 weddings this year....hmmm.
Alright, I'm gonna check the AH. ttyl.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
old stuff
So, since I don't post a lot I can see my posts getting random and long all summer.
I started my job at BK. They love me there. I thought this was a bridge I burned behind me too. The district manager didn't really want me back, but the store manager loves me. She was so giddy the first day I worked with her. She showed me all her record times and started bragging about her store. She has grown up, and I didn't think that was possible. I guess people can change, but I will still act like they can't, b/c over all it is best to respond to situations as the norm, and not the exception. I'm sick of people telling me things are ok, and then quoting the exception. But thats another story.
Anyway, I was asked to help her with the store. I can and can't. Today things were a tad more frustrating since I'm seeing all the little things that are wrong. And I'm also seeing what she needs to do to help herself and the store. So, I have to be careful what and how I say it. But we get along and I have been careful and she is more understanding than before so I think it will be ok, as long as I am patient.
Which leads me to the passing of time. This summer seems like its moving slow. But that is only because of all the things I need/want to do, and for it to work right I need to wait. I'm sick of waiting. I need to talk to the store manager about what she can do better. I need to talk to her about the little things in the store. I need to write another e-mail, but do I write that tonight or tomorrow?
There is no getting around analysis. I get a short/long e-mail I'm going to wonder why. I'm going to wonder why if it was 1 day or 7 days between them. There could be good/bad reasons either way. So really, the reason for waiting or not waiting becomes one of trying to guess what the most common analysis leads to. If I can figure that out then I can project the image of myself that I want projected and not the image, but WAIT. That is playing the game, but seriously don't people do that every day? I mean. . .manipulating people can be easy and profitable. What is the difference between that and say. . .oh, changing the conversation from poker to class when someone walks in the room? You are just projecting what you want to be seen for that individual. I'm convinced we all do this more than we would like to admit.
Back up a bit though. If I am dependent on the common answer, aren't I then assuming that said person in w/e situation this is, is too naive/dumb to take the honest/short answer even if it means the same thing? Wouldn't a smart person be able to handle the straight answer for what its worth rather than attempting to reason into it more than is there? Perhaps smarts is not the right word.....perhaps its a matter of trust? If I trust you, then I don't really need to worry about your motives b/c the reason you give me is the reason I accept.
Trust. How often do we not trust each other? Who do you trust? I am in a position now where one of my friends that I have told everything to for years I have to stop talking to. Mostly because he now has friends involved in my situtations. I can't tell him what I think/feel/want to do, b/c in the end I can't trust what he will or won't say to them. Which leads me back to manipulation. I don't recall anyone at any fast food place I worked that I didn't manipulate them, except this one friend. Now I am in a place where I feel I may. Part of it was that I never needed to, and part of it was that I never trusted anyone else, and part was I stopped myself b/c I didn't want to. But the fact that I haven't in the past is really the only thing stopping me atm. I can't talk to him like I trust him. . .b/c in this situation I don't/can't.
Anyway, that is work/life.
Time goes slowly. My days go fast with work, and its good that I'm busy, but in the end, I spend the day and the night waiting to do something in the future, and never my mind and where I am, what I am doing. Ok, not quite true, b/c I am mindful of what I'm doing and more so than anyone else in my store (maybe). Which is really cool, b/c the store manager reminds me of me now . . . call me arrogant if you must, but she knows her job and is not just a boss.
I waited and waited and waited for the staff for my lock, and then it was up for 150g.......CRAZY. Then the next day there were 3 for sale, and I got one for 40g. HAHAHAHAHAA. So now I'm only missing bracers. I can get the rest of my mats for 200g, and then I would need to run BFD and WC and VC and Stocks. Anyway, the short of it is, I'm almost ready for another twink and I'm only a 31. DOH!!
I can't wait for the weekend. My cousin nailed it on the head. Games games and more games. And FAMILY. Thats what wins. Family getting together and discussing theology cannot be beat....ever. Don't try. Save your liquor, and ur drugs, and your parties. You think you know fun, and we say HA at you.
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So, the question is ever cycling itself. And the inevitable answer is, just do what you would naturally do. Don't hurry yourself, don't wait. Just be yourself, b/c that is honest. So, that is what I try to do. But then I am as aware as anyone I suppose that being yourself is not easy when alls you are trying is to be yourself.
Crew started working with me tonight. It was good. I needed that. It was weird not being involved. But its like some invisible barrier was now removed and they can talk to me. Now if I can just help out.
We swam in the pool some tonight. It was fun. I am scarred though....literally. My sister likes to pretend shes lady deathstrike. My 18 yearold sister, not the 7 yearold. Then she acts like a bulldog and doesn't let go....When my boss asks me tomorrow what happened to my arms and neck I will look at her straight-faced and say "possums."
I need something to drink or slurp. A shake sounds really good, but I doubt I can get one. I will just go mix some icecream and wait for it to melt some or something. brb. 9:15
Ok, I just drank some water and ate some cheese. I'm still kinda dry, but I don't feel like ice cream atm.
Let's see.....what else is there? Idk, maybe that's it. Don't think this one is that long. If I come up with more it will probably have to be another post in a week or two. Alright, I'm out. g'night. 9:32.
I started my job at BK. They love me there. I thought this was a bridge I burned behind me too. The district manager didn't really want me back, but the store manager loves me. She was so giddy the first day I worked with her. She showed me all her record times and started bragging about her store. She has grown up, and I didn't think that was possible. I guess people can change, but I will still act like they can't, b/c over all it is best to respond to situations as the norm, and not the exception. I'm sick of people telling me things are ok, and then quoting the exception. But thats another story.
Anyway, I was asked to help her with the store. I can and can't. Today things were a tad more frustrating since I'm seeing all the little things that are wrong. And I'm also seeing what she needs to do to help herself and the store. So, I have to be careful what and how I say it. But we get along and I have been careful and she is more understanding than before so I think it will be ok, as long as I am patient.
Which leads me to the passing of time. This summer seems like its moving slow. But that is only because of all the things I need/want to do, and for it to work right I need to wait. I'm sick of waiting. I need to talk to the store manager about what she can do better. I need to talk to her about the little things in the store. I need to write another e-mail, but do I write that tonight or tomorrow?
There is no getting around analysis. I get a short/long e-mail I'm going to wonder why. I'm going to wonder why if it was 1 day or 7 days between them. There could be good/bad reasons either way. So really, the reason for waiting or not waiting becomes one of trying to guess what the most common analysis leads to. If I can figure that out then I can project the image of myself that I want projected and not the image, but WAIT. That is playing the game, but seriously don't people do that every day? I mean. . .manipulating people can be easy and profitable. What is the difference between that and say. . .oh, changing the conversation from poker to class when someone walks in the room? You are just projecting what you want to be seen for that individual. I'm convinced we all do this more than we would like to admit.
Back up a bit though. If I am dependent on the common answer, aren't I then assuming that said person in w/e situation this is, is too naive/dumb to take the honest/short answer even if it means the same thing? Wouldn't a smart person be able to handle the straight answer for what its worth rather than attempting to reason into it more than is there? Perhaps smarts is not the right word.....perhaps its a matter of trust? If I trust you, then I don't really need to worry about your motives b/c the reason you give me is the reason I accept.
Trust. How often do we not trust each other? Who do you trust? I am in a position now where one of my friends that I have told everything to for years I have to stop talking to. Mostly because he now has friends involved in my situtations. I can't tell him what I think/feel/want to do, b/c in the end I can't trust what he will or won't say to them. Which leads me back to manipulation. I don't recall anyone at any fast food place I worked that I didn't manipulate them, except this one friend. Now I am in a place where I feel I may. Part of it was that I never needed to, and part of it was that I never trusted anyone else, and part was I stopped myself b/c I didn't want to. But the fact that I haven't in the past is really the only thing stopping me atm. I can't talk to him like I trust him. . .b/c in this situation I don't/can't.
Anyway, that is work/life.
Time goes slowly. My days go fast with work, and its good that I'm busy, but in the end, I spend the day and the night waiting to do something in the future, and never my mind and where I am, what I am doing. Ok, not quite true, b/c I am mindful of what I'm doing and more so than anyone else in my store (maybe). Which is really cool, b/c the store manager reminds me of me now . . . call me arrogant if you must, but she knows her job and is not just a boss.
I waited and waited and waited for the staff for my lock, and then it was up for 150g.......CRAZY. Then the next day there were 3 for sale, and I got one for 40g. HAHAHAHAHAA. So now I'm only missing bracers. I can get the rest of my mats for 200g, and then I would need to run BFD and WC and VC and Stocks. Anyway, the short of it is, I'm almost ready for another twink and I'm only a 31. DOH!!
I can't wait for the weekend. My cousin nailed it on the head. Games games and more games. And FAMILY. Thats what wins. Family getting together and discussing theology cannot be beat....ever. Don't try. Save your liquor, and ur drugs, and your parties. You think you know fun, and we say HA at you.
[
So, the question is ever cycling itself. And the inevitable answer is, just do what you would naturally do. Don't hurry yourself, don't wait. Just be yourself, b/c that is honest. So, that is what I try to do. But then I am as aware as anyone I suppose that being yourself is not easy when alls you are trying is to be yourself.
Crew started working with me tonight. It was good. I needed that. It was weird not being involved. But its like some invisible barrier was now removed and they can talk to me. Now if I can just help out.
We swam in the pool some tonight. It was fun. I am scarred though....literally. My sister likes to pretend shes lady deathstrike. My 18 yearold sister, not the 7 yearold. Then she acts like a bulldog and doesn't let go....When my boss asks me tomorrow what happened to my arms and neck I will look at her straight-faced and say "possums."
I need something to drink or slurp. A shake sounds really good, but I doubt I can get one. I will just go mix some icecream and wait for it to melt some or something. brb. 9:15
Ok, I just drank some water and ate some cheese. I'm still kinda dry, but I don't feel like ice cream atm.
Let's see.....what else is there? Idk, maybe that's it. Don't think this one is that long. If I come up with more it will probably have to be another post in a week or two. Alright, I'm out. g'night. 9:32.
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