Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
My Sansa MP3 never showed up last week, thus defeating my theory. I believed that whenever I misplace something, my normal reaction is to Hulk out. I decided to remain calm and not accuse, even though the evidence appeared as though this was no mere misplacement. I was even able to move money around the various envelopes so that I had enough to replace the device, which was my intention for this weekend.
However, the muffler on Cindy's car had a different plan. Seems the "new" repair shop that we went to last November removed a flex joint between the Catalytic Converter and the muffler. As Uncle Dave use to say "That's a No No." So, the money that was going to the Sansa (along with several other envelopes) ended up going to the car.
Maybe I should just save up from one of those sweet Ipod Touch?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Yeah thanks… maybe “hey, theres a big killer robot coming your way soon!” might have been a better warning. You can travel through time and invent cameras that see into the future, but you can’t send one pertinent email or text message? If you guys are our last hope, the human race is hosed.
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Friday, March 21, 2008
One of the Bryan traditions to start off the day is to circle up and say a prayer for the day. Cindy and I had started it long before the girls came along, and, as they have gotten older, they have become a part of it. Sure, the prayers are simple, but, it is another touch point before going off in various directions.
This also presents neat opportunities to read scripture without it feeling forced, or fake. This morning, I read John chapter 18 and 19 – The trial and execution of Jesus. For all the attention that Easter Sunday will get, sometimes we over look Good Friday. Without the crucifixion, there could be no resurrection. I do not tend to get overly emotional about things, but, for whatever reason, the magnitude of what was going on in these two chapters hit me like a ton of bricks. By the time we got to "It is finished" all four of us were crying.
What struck me most was the simplicity of what was happening. This simplicity contrasts with how complex I tend to make it. I know that John 3:16 is somewhat cliché, but that is it – that is the Christian gospel.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Last night, I asked her where she would like to go for dinner. Without blinking an eye, she replied "Hardees." Seems she likes fried chicken, but, she is quick to clarify that Zesto's is better than Hardee's. After dinner, we settled down to watch "The Bee Movie." Better than I thought it would be, but it still wore thin by the time it was over.
This morning, we struck out for Dunkin Donuts and Fivebucks for a morning sugar rush. We brought it all home, and I scrambled up some eggs to fill out the plate. I wanted to go over to Southern States to identify some broadleaf weeds that are popping up, and that is when I discovered the missing Sansa MP3 player. Taco Bell was on tap for lunch, and "Spiderwick Chronicles" was the afternoon entertainment. It's unusual for food to be such a central theme, but we both agreed that we are stuffed.
Megan wanted to buy Katie a toy for placing third in the Quiz Rally, so after the trip to KB Toys, I think I am done.
Just an update on Bandit.
The owner of the farm, and the former owner of Bandit agree: we ride Bandit too much, and he's gone on strike. Cindy's approach has been musical, ala practicing the violin. So, I believe that there will be a natural decrease in the outings to the farm to let the big boy rest up.
Meanwhile, Katie and Cindy are coming back from Pony Club Quiz Rally, where their club placed third. This was Katie's first club event, and she had an overnight stay in a hotel (always exciting) and got to go swimming. While there, Cindy bought a new saddle for $200.00 after having it checked out by others. Incidentally, we had just begun saving for a saddle, and had been praying for extra jobs to come Cindy's way. Just a week ago, she played for the opening of a Target where she made…$200.00. Talk about blessings!
Perhaps it was the cavalier attitude by which I was considering putting a bluegrass tribute to AC/DC onto my MP3 player, or perhaps it had just had enough of playing The Dave Ramsey Show, but, whatever the cause, my darling Sansa is nowhere to be found. I took her out with me this morning, listened to a few callers on the DRS, picked up a mocha from Fivebucks and came home. I remember thinking I needed to take her in to recharge her, but…I am not clear as to what actually happened once I got back. All I know is that I have searched where she should be, but I think she has run off.
I am nervous.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
So, I thought, fantastic, I will download the album from Rhapsody and put it in my Sansa. Alas, there were only four albums where AC/DC appeared: The Last Action Hero, Maximum AC/DC, AC/DC X-Posed: The Interview, and "Back In Baroque: The String Tribute to AC/DC."
I have to blame my violin playing wife for this, but, I couldn't resist. And, yes, it was as bad as I thought. But, in just cruising that link to post, I came across another album that made me sit up and say "Hells Bells:" "Back In Bluegrass: The Bluegrass Tribute to AC/DC."
We can still be friends, right Martha?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
It seems I have gotten into the habit of starting to write a post, and then decide that I am trying to be too deep for my own good. I end up sending the unfinished post into the bits and bytes of the netherworld that exists when you shut Word down without saving. I have been enjoying reading your posts.
Time change didn't hit me too hard on Sunday, but, it has been killing me all week. If one of Obama's changes for a positive future included the elimination of DST, I would vote for him in a skinny second. Heck, I think I would go if he just promised to move it from Sunday to Saturday. World Peace? Nah. Don't screw with my sleep – you have my undivided attention.
Bad news with Bandit. Seems the guy is just too old. He has been puttering out lately, so we might be looking at our second lease. I have not had as much time out at the farm as my girls, but when I have gone it has been a lot of fun. Something about tacking up the horse … helps me escape for a bit (no pun intended). I will post more about the big boy. Hopefully, it's just a mood thing, but, as I said, he is old.