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My beef with Christian bookstores…

I don’t know if any other youth pastor’s feel this way, but I have a beef with the local Christian bookstores.  I stopped by looking for a book on small groups- a very common, very popular book written by a certain youth guy from the Lake Forest, CA area- and I went to the youth section to see if they had it.  They didn’t. but that is when I noticed…

Teenagers and Youth Pastors get screwed when it comes to the amount of space and resources the Christian bookstore has.

Then I started looking around.  The women’s sections is like 4 bookcases long, the bibles take up three rows, the fiction section is huge, the section with offering envelopes and program paper is 3 bookcases long,  the children’s section has its own couches, and tv…and then there is the one bookcase that the youth share.  It’s got some children’s curriculum, some DVD’s on it, some books for youth pastors, and a couple books for teenagers.

So it irks me that youth pastors can never find what they want, or need.  I mean come on, Christian bookstore, it never looks good when I have a better chance getting the books I need at a local Books-a-million.

That’s my rant.  Here is my closing thought- When your bargain books section is larger than any other section in the store (especially youth), then you may have a problem.

Now I am off to Barnes and Noble to get a Starbucks…and my book!

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I can’t type…no seriously

So much has been going on in the last few weeks- Brayden turned 1 would be probably the biggest thing.  But another thing has been happening this week which is the reason I can’t type.

Andrea and I have started this extreme workout program (that’s a subject for another post), and it is kickin’ my butt.  I, like most guys, decided to go full blast from the get go in this thing- I mean, no pain no gain right?  Wrong!

I pulled something doing the chest and arms exercise and haven’t even been able to scratch my nose without changing the position of my head- and it looks really weird.

So when I say I can’t type, I mean it- sort of.  But I will survive!!!!

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Is the Super Bowl Fair?

I was sitting on the couch this past weekend watching the football games (which I thought were both great games by the way!) and I started thinking about the Super Bowl.  It is being played in Tampa this year, which is like the 7th or 8th time Tampa has hosted the game.  Detroit has hosted a few, but it made start to think…

With all the economic boost that the Super Bowl brings to a city like Tampa, is it fair that other NFL cities never get to host a Super Bowl?  I mean wouldn’t it be more fair if each city got to host a Super Bowl before a city gets a 2nd one? 

Plus, I don’t think it is fair to the cold-weather city NFL teams that they always have to go south to play in a warm environment.  Take for example, Super Bowl XLIII- Pittsburgh v. Arizona.  Who do you think is used to playing in weather similar to what it going to be in Tampa?  Arizona.  And whose game is probably better suited for a cold-weather game? Pittsburgh.  So, advantage for weather goes to Arizona.

So I think that gives us two options:

1. Rotate Cities for the Super Bowl so that each city gets to host a Super Bowl.  Plus, wouldn’t it be awesome to see the Tampas Bay Bucs and the Miami Dolphins play a Super Bowl in the frigid Lambeau Field in Green Bay?  Or Green Bay versus Chicago in Miami.
2.  Build a Stadium, hotels, and restaraunts in a non-NFL city and host the Super Bowl there every year.  There would be no home field advantage possibility, not as many kinks to work out each year, and it would be a 33rd city that would benefit financially from the NFL, and you could host other events (sporting, concerts, etc) and the Pro Bowl there.

Just my thoughts about the Super Bowl…

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I have a snowblower…and I’m not afraid to use it!!!

Okay, so finally we had our first real snowfall of the year!  The first one that covered our grass.  Addison and I went out and made snow angels and went “sledding” on our flat backyard (ok, actually she sledded.  I had to be the power, since we have no hill.)

Then Addison went inside and had hot chocolate.  And I got to have more fun.  Andrea’s grandpa is getting older and had no use (or desire to use) his old snowblower.  So it got past to me!  And I finally had a chance to use it! 

It cranked right up and I got crackin…with a big smile on my face. I know, I’m a redneck- get all excited about a power tool- its sad really!  But I love it!  So I tried to be a good neighbor and did 3 driveways not just mine.  And my back doesn’t hurt.

So yes I have a snowblower…and I’m not afraid to use it!  But that shovel scares me to death!

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My self-injuring van

Ok so I told you that Andrea went out to the garage the other day to take the kids to the store, and she noticed that our back window in our van was shattered.  We had no idea how it happened- the window was fine when we were driving, and then somehow it broke in the garage.

So I had Safe-Lite come to the house on Saturday to repair it. It was actually the same repair guy as less than a month ago when we had to replace the front windshield.  I joked with him about a frequent customer discount.  Anyway, he starts to take the the shattered glass out, and that is when we discovered it- my van enjoys injuring itself.

As he was taking the glass out, he discovered that, (at least what we suspect), the windshield wiper motor for the back window was incredibly loose, and the vibration from that combined with the cold weather, could have very well cracked the back window.

After taking it out we discovered that the rubber bushings that hold the motor in (yea, not screws and nuts, just push in bushings- ridiculous!  I am thinking about sending Dodge the bill!) were dry rotted thus causing the motor to be loose.

So in the end I got new rubber bushings and fixed the motor, had the window replaced, and am thinking about registering my van for some self-infliction counseling!

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I am never answering my phone again…

It started yesterday with a phone call from Andrea. She was crying hysterically, and I could barely understand her. As I deciphered the words between the sobs, it sounded something like this, “Addison cut her hair…you have to come home!” Yea, you read that right. My little 3 year old daughter decided she would play hair stylist and cut her own hair. So while mommy was in the shower, Addison went down to the kitchen drawer, got a pair of scissors, went back to her room where she was playing, got her stool and stood in front of her mirror and proceeded to cut her hair.
Andrea went into her room to check on her and they just both started crying, then she called me.

Today, I am headed out to a meeting and my phone rings. It’s Andrea. She was putting the kids in the van to go down to the store and get some medicine (she’s got this whole severe cold going on…). So she strapped the kids in and while she was doing that she just happened to look out the back window. She noticed that it looked like the window was dirty or icy (it has been snowing and all that here). But as she went back and looked closer she noticed that it wasn’t dirty…it was shattered. Yea, shattered, as in broken. So she gets the kids back out of the van (when she shuts the door half of the back window falls into the van), goes back in the house and that is when my phone rings.
And so I have decided to never answer my phone again!!!

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I am never answering my phone again…

It started yesterday with a phone call from Andrea. She was crying hysterically, and I could barely understand her. As I deciphered the words between the sobs, it sounded something like this, “Addison cut her hair…you have to come home!” Yea, you read that right. My little 3 year old daughter decided she would play hair stylist and cut her own hair. So while mommy was in the shower, Addison went down to the kitchen drawer, got a pair of scissors, went back to her room where she was playing, got her stool and stood in front of her mirror and proceeded to cut her hair.
Andrea went into her room to check on her and they just both started crying, then she called me.

Today, I am headed out to a meeting and my phone rings. It’s Andrea. She was putting the kids in the van to go down to the store and get some medicine (she’s got this whole severe cold going on…). So she strapped the kids in and while she was doing that she just happened to look out the back window. She noticed that it looked like the window was dirty or icy (it has been snowing and all that here). But as she went back and looked closer she noticed that it wasn’t dirty…it was shattered. Yea, shattered, as in broken. So she gets the kids back out of the van (when she shuts the door half of the back window falls into the van), goes back in the house and that is when my phone rings.
And so I have decided to never answer my phone again!!!

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