I just saw a MacGyver look alike checking myspace in Java City. It was great.
March 27, 2008
March 26, 2008
i stole this from a good blog
this is my vocation, partially tied into my raising. very enjoyable. the blog is here.
what do you think?
what do you think?
March 11, 2008
self-examination is tough
I went to the driving range today. This is my second adventure to Tin Cup Country Club in the past 8 days (last Tuesday, and today). Last week I had just taken a test and was en route for a horrible evening. Instead, I indulged my horrible swing, and felt much better--aside from the near window-breaking encounter with a church member's pickup.
This week I embarked north of I-20 once again. Unlike last week, however, there were other people on the range. Four high school golf team members, one coach, and the seventh grader I took with me. I am not much of a public golfer, so I was severely disappointed after paying for my bucket that everyone was still present. I timidly walked up, understanding the high school kids would easily out perform anything my terminally ill swing could muster. And I was dead on. My assumption, that is. My swing was not even close to dead on.
Last time I played, I think I remember being pretty lethal with my 9 iron, so that's what I hit for the majority of the time. It is pretty hard for an amateur like myself to remember what a good swing feels like, so I fought my slice almost the whole time. There was one good shot, however. And it was incredible. It felt good. It was mostly straight. And it was not embarassing. It was enough to keep me wanting more.
At this point, I might be tempted to make some spiritual application to my golf experience. The parallel is there, but I think I will leave the spiritualizing to you. God has given you a mind. As for me, I will continue to strive for that which only God has achieved--a good round of golf.
This week I embarked north of I-20 once again. Unlike last week, however, there were other people on the range. Four high school golf team members, one coach, and the seventh grader I took with me. I am not much of a public golfer, so I was severely disappointed after paying for my bucket that everyone was still present. I timidly walked up, understanding the high school kids would easily out perform anything my terminally ill swing could muster. And I was dead on. My assumption, that is. My swing was not even close to dead on.
Last time I played, I think I remember being pretty lethal with my 9 iron, so that's what I hit for the majority of the time. It is pretty hard for an amateur like myself to remember what a good swing feels like, so I fought my slice almost the whole time. There was one good shot, however. And it was incredible. It felt good. It was mostly straight. And it was not embarassing. It was enough to keep me wanting more.
At this point, I might be tempted to make some spiritual application to my golf experience. The parallel is there, but I think I will leave the spiritualizing to you. God has given you a mind. As for me, I will continue to strive for that which only God has achieved--a good round of golf.
Genesis
New beginnings bring interesting situations. Let's see where this goes. I chose to close out my old blog address (sonofhen.blogspot) and start this one. Maybe a new beginning will bring new results. Don't we hope that when we move anytime? Graduation, new job, etc. We never move and expect things to be worse, or do we? Would you move if you knew you couldn't find what you're leaving?
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