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this quote reminds me of The Deistette


I stumbled over this quote by Kahlil Gibran from his book, The Prophet.  I love that book and haven’t thought of this quote in some time.

love it…

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Emmie and I have been married a year today.  It’s been hard. But we’re still chugging away.  I find our best times, our funnest times are when we are by ourselves… no kids, no chores, no obligations… just us being friends.

Those times are very few and very far between.  But even during the mundane, the every day, with the burdens, the stress and tension of life… tension of each other…  we manage to brush off that stuff (might take a week or so but it gets brushed off) and laugh with each other and share pleasure.

[sigh]

We went on a date in early October of ’09.  That was five months ago.  I think the last date we had before that was in June of that year… maybe… I think.

I don’t know.

I love being married to her.  She is an amazing, beautiful, kind woman and wife.

I wish we had dated more though.

Love you Emmie.  Happy Anniversary.
The Deist and Deistette on a date Oct 2009

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beer and medicine…


I was talking to my dad today about his self imposed dieting. Well it isn’t really self-imposed. The doc told him he had to exercise, lose weight as well as cut down on sugar, starches and…

Annnnnd…

Beer [GASP!]

I told him I haven’t had any beer in at least three weeks maybe closer to a month because I’ve been sick. I was sick with some sort of throat/sinus infection for two weeks, that I put off as a cold until I conceded that I needed to go to the doc and for a little more than a week I was on antibiotics.

So I began telling him how one time when I was in my early 20s I had a beer when I was on amoxycillan or pennicilan or some-kinda-cillan and what happened to me.

My brother and I some how conned his then girlfriend to take us to some club. Why she didn’t stay I don’t remember but I took about two swallows from a longneck and in five minutes I was in the bathroom heaving my guts up. Now I don’t know if it was the medicine, if I ate something bad or if someone slipped me a roofie but I was hatin’ life.

My brother came in after a few minutes looking for me and said “are you ok?”

“What do yoooooooo thiiii[blecchhh]innnk.”

I over heard a guy as he was leaving say, “yep. I remember when I had my first beer.”

ahhh memories.

another blog friend goes away


I’ve had a few blog friends just up and pull their blog down with no notice in the two and half years that I’ve had mine up.  It’s confusing and the event kinda lends itself to a feeling of loss or abandonment.  I don’t know…. maybe it’s silly to say that but…  Well, I don’t know.

I mean I haven’t met but only one of my blog friends (Kinsi we still need to get that beer next time your in town) in person but in time…

there can be a deep connection established.

I first got introduced to Colbie Caillat through my blog friend Bibliomom when Colbie’s song “Bubbly” was wildly popular and first getting airplay.  Everytime I  hear that song I immediately think of Bibliomom.

B-mom recently took down her blog although I don’t know why.  I’m gonna miss her here in the WordPress world.

This song reminds me of her, too.  I guess because Colbie is singing a little in the video… maybe because of some of the lyrics… maybe because it’s a sad song and I just feel like being sad right now.

Loved reading you and getting to know you, Wendy.

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Ben Franklin was right… mmmm beer


So today is my birthday.  Yep, I’m full stride into middle age and I am feeling every bit of it.  I don’t think someone who is 43 should have their joints, back and well, everything ache so much but I do.

Recently The Deistette went on a gluten free diet and she claims that just after three days of being hardcore gluten free she is already feeling a difference.  She had quite a few aches and pains not to mention an upset tummy just about every other day.  And she says being on the diet shouldn’t have an affect this quickly but already she feels tons better.  I’m attempting it myself but I’m having a harder time resisting stuff that has gluten or wheat of some kind in it.

Like later on tonight I’m gonna have one of these which is pretty far off the meter of being gluten free but I love beer, I believe that Ben Franklin was right in saying, “Beer is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy” and i’m gonna have one. 

Ombud!… to the fridge! 

I trust you will hoist a glass of your favorite homemade brew in my honor.  Cheers.

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Reflecting on the need of so many in Haiti


My blog friend Amuirin wrote a very poignant and beautiful post about how she feels (and I suspect many of us feel as we get pounded with stories of  ills of the world) that she cannot take another heartbreak on humanity.   I really encourage you to read her short post on this.  It’s quite wonderful.

I was going to leave a comment there but I knew it would go long so I decided to post here.  About seven years ago I worked for a small non-profit group whose mission was (well, still is) to help people.

As the public relations guy, part of my job was to get info out to the media about our programs. At the time, the Enron debacle was in full swing and we saw a spike in the number of people who were needing financial help.

I was writing a news release and for part of it I interviewed our director of the family assistance program to get her perspective.  She said that people who had lost all their life savings and were on the verge of losing everything else due to the demise of Enron were coming in seeking help. She had seen a significant rise in the number of families seeking financial assistance with utility bills, mortgage notes or groceries from our small food bank. This was on top of the normal flow of desperate, low-income families we tried to help every month.

Working in the department that wrote the grant requests, sent out letters to donors asking for more contributions and whose job it was to get more money for the non-profit group, I knew how rationed our finances were. I knew we didn’t have enough to help everyone who was in such dire circumstances.

And so I asked this person, “how do you… well, you know… how do you reconcile the idea that we have so many families coming in asking for help but knowing only a few will get it?”

She said when she first started with the non-profit about 20 years earlier she would literally cry herself to sleep as she thought of the families that were being turned away. But she came to grip with fact that she or the non-profit couldn’t help everyone… but she could help some and to those families she had made a difference.

It reminds me of this wonderful story that speaks to that idea as well.

The Boy and the Starfish

A man was walking along a deserted beach at sunset. As he walked he could see a young boy in the distance, as he drew nearer he noticed that the boy kept bending down, picking something up and throwing it into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things into the ocean.

As the man approached even closer, he was able to see that the boy was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time he was throwing them back into the water.

The man asked the boy what he was doing, the boy replied,”I am throwing these washed up starfish back into the ocean, or else they will die through lack of oxygen. “But”, the man said, “You can’t possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can’t possibly make a difference.” The boy smiled, bent down and picked up another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied.

“I made a huge difference to that one!”

~Author Unknown~

Getting into the holiday spirit


Feels like forever since I’ve posted anything. It’s been about two weeks but it feels like more. Of course with The Deistette constantly going to my blog and saying, “WHAT! nothing new! What do you do all day at work?”  : )

I don’t really have an explanation for not dropping a post here or there.  Nothing drastic going on like what happened last year. No… just kinda busy and not really inspired to write.  Speaking of… NaNoWriMo was a complete failure for me.  I kinda had a story but I just wasn’t feelin’ it.  Sorry Am and LB.  Feel like I let you down a little.

Anyway… so today I stayed home with The Little Man again.  He’s got a nasty dry cough going on along with fever.   I’m worried that we’re all gonna get it.  Actually, I can tell I’ve got it.  Kinda feels like strep.  What sucks is that we can’t afford for The Deistette not to go to work but more than likely it’ll spread through the house and she’ll have to take time off and lose a couple two or three days of pay.

Anyway, as I was trying to keep him entertained throughout the afternoon, he and I put this together with the help of JibJab.com.  We decided it was time to help people (and ourselves) get into the holiday spirit.

Happy Holidays everyone from my familia to yours!!!!

Oh, and so you know who’s who….
(l to r) The Little Man, me, The Deistette, Tank and Little Fawn

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new fangled machinery


So a few months ago, The Deistette and I had the AC die at the house. What a nightmare. I don’t know how people lived here in Houston before air conditioning.

Well, we had a guy come out and he said the fan motor was dead. I was really hoping it would be something easy because I barely had the 60 bucks for the service call.

He said he could replace it for 750 bucks. 😐 I felt my butt pucker.

But…
(of course there’s a but)
But… although the fan motor would be new, more than likely as old as the entire unit was (26 years old) it was just a matter of time (a short amount of time) before other stuff on the unit would die. A relay here, a switch there, a thinga-ma-bob here, a whutzit there. He said when stuff started breaking down it would probably cost another good 700 or 800 bucks. Again my butt puckered. Had I been in prison I’d be the belle of the ball!

He said for just a little more money I could get a brand new unit. Well, like I said I barely had the 60 bucks for the service call so I told him I’d have to wait.

My mom got wind of my predicament (thanks to my brother) and so she came to the rescue. She doesn’t really have the money but she said she’d get by.

Mumma is awesome! Thanks be to Mumma!, she who is most awesome!  A pic of Mumma from a post last year.

We got our AC replaced, did a happy dance, sent her thank you card and let her know The Little Man would be happy not have heat rash anymore.

So fast forward to last night.

The service tech from the AC company came by unexpectedly and said he came by to replace a vent on the unit. I asked him about the heater and where the pilot light was on the new unit. We had wanted to turn on the heater once or twice lately but hadn’t been able to.

The nights and mornings have been unusually cool down here on the Gulf Coast Plains for those of us who grew up here and have thinned-out blood. For me 50 degrees was feeling pretty cold.

The guy looked at me like I was some kind of moron and said you don’t have a pilot light. He could see the look of confusion quite easily that I was trying to hide. He said, “well, you see this is a brand new unit. It has electronic ignition that fires up the gas for the heat exchanger.”

I felt like those old timers who say stuff like, “What! Whatdya mean you can put a card in this machine and get money out. It’s called a what?… an ATM?”

Or…

“What? Put paper in this machine and it will send a copy all the way across town? What’s this thing called?… a Fax machine?”

Yeah… in my head I was actually thinking, “What the hell are you talking about! It doesn’t have a pilot light?!? Electronic ignition!”

What the hell will they think of next.

[Deist heads out to lunch and thinks to himself, the next thing you know they’ll be talking about cars that run on water or engines that run on perpetual motion and magnets. ]

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in the pulpit


This was supposed to go out last Friday. I got so nervous I forgot to post it. I’ll follow up, coincidentally with the Honest Scrap Award post in response to Lazy Buddhist, who bestowed it upon me.

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some truth in all graphicI’m a little nervous about this weekend at church. Nervous because I’ll be giving the sermon. The title of it is: “The semantics of religious language”

The description of it reads like this in our newsletter:

You say tomato, I say tomahto… should we call the whole thing off? Of course not.

Although we may see the same thing, we might call it by different names. For instance, some languages such as Spanish use the word Dios for God, Arabic uses the word Allah for God and others to describe The Divine or Supreme Being might call it by another name.

Unfortunately it isn’t always as easy in one’s own language. It is our abstract concepts of faith and our attempt to attach words to describe them that can often times create tension, misunderstanding and dismissal of growth opportunities.

Join us as we delve into the different aspects of religious speak and how honing our ability to transcribe the faith language of others will help us grow as UUs.

I’ve given a few sermons before at my church so Continue reading

Damn fancy book learnin’… who needs it


In my hometown of Katy, Tx, which is rather “white”, there were lots of letters to the editor and the Katy Ind. School District to not show the President’s speech at all.

Yeah, I’ll admit it, I voted for President Obama, but he is quickly becoming just another Washington turd in my eyes but to resist having the president tell your kids why he feels education is so important? WTF!?!

I am disgusted to the point of nausea of what I read coming from some of the citizens in Katy, Tx.

There was this little gem from Resident who compares the president to a nazi:

Resident wrote on Sep 3, 2009 9:29 PM:
“Didn’t Hitler start out his conquest by directly trying to influence children by speaking to them in their classrooms? “

Then there was this genius who said: Continue reading