it was good times on friday night.
we have been trying hard to keep all sorts of secrets around here.
and i painted for her. i know, it's lame.
but the real surprise was still to come.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
so, jody is 30
pam flew in to surprise jody..
it was good times on friday night.
we have been trying hard to keep all sorts of secrets around here.
and i painted for her. i know, it's lame.
but the real surprise was still to come.
it was good times on friday night.
we have been trying hard to keep all sorts of secrets around here.
and i painted for her. i know, it's lame.
but the real surprise was still to come.
Friday, January 23, 2009
300 Voices
so here's the thing.
clean water is still needed.
water for christmas,
as successful as it was..
is not enough.
we are not done.
we are not done, because there are still people living without clean water.
about midway through the wfc campaign
jody crunched some numbers,
if we could make it to $50,000 how many years would it take to eradicate the need for new wells in Liberia?
300 years.
that is not acceptable to me.
not acceptable at all.
so jody has been working tirelessly to get this new campaign up and running.
playing off of the 300 years,
300 Voices.
we are looking for 300 people to commit to $20 a month, for 2009.
or, $5 a week, or $240 one time.
300 people thinking about, dreaming about, and bringing fresh water to people who can't live without it.
it's simple.
it's not much.
but if 300 people share their voice, and their money, we will have $72,000 this year.
15 wells.
15 villages where no one has to worry about drinking water that will kill them.
300 voices.
i was talking to emily about this, and she said that she doesn't have $20 a month, but she wants to get involved... so she is going to go to school, and see if she can get some friends to partner with her, to make one voice.
kids.
making a difference. being the voice of change.
please join with us.
add your voice.
commit to clean water in 2009.
there is a blog set up, where you can sign up, the details are there...
and as always, go read jody's and cassie's blogs.
we can do this.
it's simple.
be a voice.
clean water is still needed.
water for christmas,
as successful as it was..
is not enough.
we are not done.
we are not done, because there are still people living without clean water.
about midway through the wfc campaign
jody crunched some numbers,
if we could make it to $50,000 how many years would it take to eradicate the need for new wells in Liberia?
300 years.
that is not acceptable to me.
not acceptable at all.
so jody has been working tirelessly to get this new campaign up and running.
playing off of the 300 years,
300 Voices.
we are looking for 300 people to commit to $20 a month, for 2009.
or, $5 a week, or $240 one time.
300 people thinking about, dreaming about, and bringing fresh water to people who can't live without it.
it's simple.
it's not much.
but if 300 people share their voice, and their money, we will have $72,000 this year.
15 wells.
15 villages where no one has to worry about drinking water that will kill them.
300 voices.
i was talking to emily about this, and she said that she doesn't have $20 a month, but she wants to get involved... so she is going to go to school, and see if she can get some friends to partner with her, to make one voice.
kids.
making a difference. being the voice of change.
please join with us.
add your voice.
commit to clean water in 2009.
there is a blog set up, where you can sign up, the details are there...
and as always, go read jody's and cassie's blogs.
we can do this.
it's simple.
be a voice.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
isaiah... he can write.
just need to brag here. but my boy, isaiah, he can write.
he had to write a story,
and he chose to write about a boy in Sierra Leone.
(if you think our kids aren't listening... you are sadly mistaken)
so here is one sentence from the story:
"Jericho was just being woken up by a thundering yell, and scurried in the kitchen as quick as a mouse, where his father stood there like a tree stump in a bad mood."
am i proud?
uh, yah.
he had to write a story,
and he chose to write about a boy in Sierra Leone.
(if you think our kids aren't listening... you are sadly mistaken)
so here is one sentence from the story:
"Jericho was just being woken up by a thundering yell, and scurried in the kitchen as quick as a mouse, where his father stood there like a tree stump in a bad mood."
am i proud?
uh, yah.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
explosion eminent
water.
still in my heart.
still in my mind.
there is so much going on.
feeling like i am going to explode.
good things.
big things.
water. life. change.
stay tuned.
still in my heart.
still in my mind.
there is so much going on.
feeling like i am going to explode.
good things.
big things.
water. life. change.
stay tuned.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
snow days...
so what exactly happens when there is a snow day declared?
well, you build forts in the living room....
but don't stay inside too long, all those blankets make the available oxygen pretty slim.
and you find labeling stickers, and make football pads.
clearly.
and have a cute coach.
and play football in the same living room.
and knock stuff off the shelves... but it's okay because nothing broke.
because it fell on the blanket rich fort.
well, you build forts in the living room....
but don't stay inside too long, all those blankets make the available oxygen pretty slim.
and you find labeling stickers, and make football pads.
clearly.
and have a cute coach.
and play football in the same living room.
and knock stuff off the shelves... but it's okay because nothing broke.
because it fell on the blanket rich fort.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
the edges
i have said before that i love people hard.
and i do.
i dive in.
no, not dive, that is too graceful.
more like a cannon ball.
i've recently discovered that it goes beyond love.
when i am involved in some one's life,
i am fully immersed.
i don't hang around the edges.
i hate the edges.
probably why i don't have too many friends.
and i think, once again, that i tend to get hurt
because i expect everyone to live in the middle of things.
where it is messy, and jumbled up.
where the lines blur a bit, where truth lives.
not on the edges.
where things and relationships can always be neat and tidy.
maybe i just need to start asking people...
excuse me please, before we get into this thing called friendship,
can you tell me..
are you an edge walker?
and i do.
i dive in.
no, not dive, that is too graceful.
more like a cannon ball.
i've recently discovered that it goes beyond love.
when i am involved in some one's life,
i am fully immersed.
i don't hang around the edges.
i hate the edges.
probably why i don't have too many friends.
and i think, once again, that i tend to get hurt
because i expect everyone to live in the middle of things.
where it is messy, and jumbled up.
where the lines blur a bit, where truth lives.
not on the edges.
where things and relationships can always be neat and tidy.
maybe i just need to start asking people...
excuse me please, before we get into this thing called friendship,
can you tell me..
are you an edge walker?
Monday, January 12, 2009
me.
so i was reading last night..
and came across something that stopped me cold.
i had a sense of doom, a sense of betrayal.
it was one of those moments in time
where i felt as if
i had been found out.
they wrote what they wrote, because,
although it is completely impossible,
they must have a window to my very soul.
in short, this is what it said:
it was what she had battling inside her.
an unmixable mix.
the infinite tenderness of motherhood,
and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.
and came across something that stopped me cold.
i had a sense of doom, a sense of betrayal.
it was one of those moments in time
where i felt as if
i had been found out.
they wrote what they wrote, because,
although it is completely impossible,
they must have a window to my very soul.
in short, this is what it said:
it was what she had battling inside her.
an unmixable mix.
the infinite tenderness of motherhood,
and the reckless rage of a suicide bomber.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
still thinking...
and praying that i can remain naive enough to actually believe that i can be used.
that i won't be jaded by the reality that this world wants me to own.
because i don't.
i don't own that.
i won't own that.
here i am... send me.
that i won't be jaded by the reality that this world wants me to own.
because i don't.
i don't own that.
i won't own that.
here i am... send me.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Be brave.
Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
--Ernest Hemingway
--Ernest Hemingway
to prove my point...
i had "someone" in the comments say that my Dad was a good looking guy then too...
funny.
and to prove my point, you can see how much better looking he is now.
love you old man.
you still got it. :)
funny.
and to prove my point, you can see how much better looking he is now.
love you old man.
you still got it. :)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Water for Christmas Total....
The total amount of money raised to build wells in Liberia...
$59,000.00
Fifty Nine Thousand Dollars.
I don't have any words right now, I am still too close to it to process effectively.
I will later, I am sure. Just not now.
But Fifty Nine Thousand.
Freaking huge.
$59,000.00
Fifty Nine Thousand Dollars.
I don't have any words right now, I am still too close to it to process effectively.
I will later, I am sure. Just not now.
But Fifty Nine Thousand.
Freaking huge.
Our wedding day...
Because Heather wanted them...
My Dad and I.
The happy couple.
Why is it, that Steve is better looking now...
And I looked WAY better then?
Totally not fair.
My Dad and I.
The happy couple.
Why is it, that Steve is better looking now...
And I looked WAY better then?
Totally not fair.
Monday, January 5, 2009
introspection
the very word evokes emotion.
i live in introspection.
i live in a world inside my head,
that would be perfectly content with only reading and writing
the rest of my life.
i struggle with that balance.
with living outside of introspection.
for me, it is not a comfortable place.
it's open.
but i suspect, if i truly want to be
who i claim i want to be
i am going to have to do a whole lot more
living on the outside.
less brooding.
more doing.
sounds simple.
or not.
i live in introspection.
i live in a world inside my head,
that would be perfectly content with only reading and writing
the rest of my life.
i struggle with that balance.
with living outside of introspection.
for me, it is not a comfortable place.
it's open.
but i suspect, if i truly want to be
who i claim i want to be
i am going to have to do a whole lot more
living on the outside.
less brooding.
more doing.
sounds simple.
or not.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
it's a new year
it is so daunting beginning the first post of a new year.
what could i possibly say, that will bring what i want for my year ahead to fruition?
nothing.
there is absolutely nothing i can say.
all i can do is act.
and that is how i plan to be in 2009.
few words.
more action.
i pray that the unrest in my heart will never dull.
that the passion i carry so close to the surface these days won't fade with time.
may the discomfort i feel only grow.
may i never, never
be satisfied with how things are in the world.
with what i am doing.
with who i am.
may i be constantly changing, and more broken by every move.
what could i possibly say, that will bring what i want for my year ahead to fruition?
nothing.
there is absolutely nothing i can say.
all i can do is act.
and that is how i plan to be in 2009.
few words.
more action.
i pray that the unrest in my heart will never dull.
that the passion i carry so close to the surface these days won't fade with time.
may the discomfort i feel only grow.
may i never, never
be satisfied with how things are in the world.
with what i am doing.
with who i am.
may i be constantly changing, and more broken by every move.
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