The feared face

Since I gave my life to Jesus 6 1/2 years ago, I have tried living my life with joy. That means going out and having a somewhat positive attitude. I try and smile and be polite to people. I figure that's what Jesus did and since I am supposed to be like him; it's a good idea. However, I have discovered how hard it is in this area. I worked at Wal~Mart a few years ago and I saw these an aweful lot. The worst was in the morning. They were especially out in the morning. I asked a fellow associate one morning, "Do they give away lemons at the door?" She said no and asked why I was curious. I said, "Because everyone in here looks like they sucked on one or two before coming in."
I noticed the last few days while driving around that these are the same faces that were in Wal~Mart. "Why are these people so mean looking?" "Are the new people on the Range getting scared away from the frowning faces?" "Am I an angry looking guy?" These are the questions that meandered through my head. I came up with the following answers.
1. They lack Jesus and His joy.
2. The people leave because of the Fresh air. They need the smog from large cities.
3. I am fairly sure I'm friendly looking . . . When I want to be.

So, the point of this post is kind of to say: Smile at someone and you may shine a ray of light into a part of their heart that otherwise may never see any light. They may look at you like you just shot their dog but it will stick in their proverbial craw.

And just for some fun. . . Random SWEEEEET pics. ? % & @ * #

The first of 2

As you can see the first gift I gave to my little blog was a new color scheme in addition to some new "bling"?? The second one comes from you my readers. The Altruism of this blog has ben lacking so what I am willing to do is to let you (my readers) take a turn at naming my blog. It's simple. If you leave a comment suggesting a name it will go into consideration. I figure that way we all get a say in the name of my blog. So I look forward to reading your suggestions. Good day!

The Neglectful Parent

I am scum! I am putrid. I am the worst parent in the world. I brought my child into the world and have been neglectful to him. On January 15th he was born. I never even wished him a H"appy Birthday." I feel like one of those parents who send their kids to school in burlap sacks and kleenex-box shoes. I have dressed little Nixon in the best colors for him. Yet never wished him anything. So, I will give him a new present soon. . . .

Media

The liberal media is erasing me from existence. I am at the library (and no I'm not checking out books). I come to my blog to see its wonderfulness. But where is my beautiful Richard Nixon picture? Gone! I am saddened to see that the liberals have taken over a library. . . We all know they fail to learn from History. And that is what a library contains: History. Perhaps they intend to re-write history so conservativism is just a thing of myth and memory. I will not let them win. I think I hear a bottle of white-out calling to me.

Coincidence?

Over the last few days I have been thinking of some things and began pondering if they are purely coincidence. I will list a few of these "Coincidences".

1. Wife and Life sound remarkably close and are often interchangeable. "Hey Frank, wanna play some basketball on Thursday?" "I need to see what's going on with my life." Substitute wife for life and it still makes sense.
2. It's funny how God is like Cream Soda. . . I need not say anymore.
3. People seem to talk most to you when you have headphones on. . . because clearly you want to be bothered at that time.
4. When you have to get somewhere on time there is always a slow person driving ahead of you until it comes to a yellow-light. They then speed up and leave you stranded at the light (which is now red).
5. The day I actually have my stuff together for class; it is "cancelled".
6. When I plan to stay inside on account of the "rain" I can be out washing my car or cleaning it.

That's all I could come up with. If you have any others; feel free to leave them here. I think I hear my "Wife" calling. (change the words)

It's funny how God speaks to us through songs. I posted the lyrics to the last song that spoke to me. I will just link to this one. I just says where I am right now. Enough said.

The Way

This is a song from Chris Tomlin. It describes my goal for the time being. I just love the song. So read on.

Caught in the half-life, I’m caught alone
Waking up to the sunrise and the radio
Feels like I’m tired of, what’s holding me?
Just praying today will be the day I go free

I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made

Made in Your likeness, made with Your hands
Made to discover who You are and who I am
And All I’ve forgotten help me to find
All that You’ve promised let it be in my life

I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made

Ohhhhh
The way I was made
Ohhhh
I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made
I want to be the way I was made
I want to be the way I was made

Aftershave

I must give credit when it is due. The idea of this post came from Natalie Pearson. I was searching the depths of my mind looking for a topic to post on. I asked for a suggestion and she gave me: Aftershave. I thought after my post about deodorant it'd be a nice follow-through. So here goes . . .

I don't shave often as many can tell . . . and few can not tell. Back to the topic at hand. But when I used to have to shave (for ROTC purposes) I used one in particular called "Wild Range". It was a gift from my grandpa on my 14th birthday. It smelled like something he'd wear. . . not me. Anyway, I did not feel like I was worthy of the term "Wild". I doi, however, live on the "Range" so I felt that part was already fulfilled. I bought into the concept that if I shaved and used it afterwards; I'd grow into the "wild" part of it.
I took a good look inside of myself and noticed a sure lack of "wild" and a diminishing "range" mindset, I moved to Aqua Velva- Glacier. That was a mistake. It made me smell like a cheap, beer-swilling, leisure suit wearing ,comb-over, scuz-ball. I eventually decided that particular aftershave was not for me.
Before my grandpa passed away I asked him, "Grandpa, why do men wear aftershave?" He responded to my question cordially (one of the few times he answered a stupid question with kindness) by saying, "I don't wear it. . . I pawned that bottle off on you."