also

yes it was mike knott and allyall need to update your info, he has been in a church for the last 3 years

also been rocking my world

boom sha-ka-la-ka-SH-KA-la-ka-sha-ka-BOOM!

i have been living here for a week now.

click the link for the best version i know of!


(taken from psalm 40)

I waited patiently for the lord
He inclined and heard my cry.
He brought me right out of the pit,
Out of my reglade.
I will sing a new song,
How long to sing this song?
He set my feet upon a rock,
And made my footsteps heard.
Many will see,
Many will see and fear.
I will sing, sing a new song.
How long to sing this song?

a little late

were back, it was awesome, saw everyone except scott, i barfed, mom and dad got a new suv (new to them) got wacked by a storm, drove out of the storm, storm moved in to portage and has stayed here for 3 days.
home sweet home

tomorow i take piles of teens to lyc! come find me Darrell, see you there Chris, i will wave as i drive by scotty, jeff will never read this so screw him!
i will bring as my wardrobe,.................. 1 change of undies and an eraser! HAAAA!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

we have a couch that has a broken support piece. it has been broken for as long as we have owned it and plans call for more ignoring. today i learned that if you lie down on it with your head farthest from the fire place, (take that Chris and Jeff who has never been at my house) your bum sinks down into the lower part and the strong support piece supports your back. this translates to an AWESOME SNOOZE! lots of back support right where you need it. i am refreshed and my back feels great! yea snoozes! everyone go have one right now!!

bitter sweet

today we morn mandys grandma passing away, we also celibrate that she no longer hurts

i was asked to email a friend who is candidating at our church this weekend. i was asked to make him feel welcome.here is what i said

Hey Mike,
Just a quick note to tell you how excited I am that you are coming to
check out PAC. *SIGH* It will remind me of the grand old days of box
cutters, Mike Pierre, tons and tons of tires rolling off the back of a
truck like so many Cheerios on the floor from a spilled box. Days of
yore with less than effective football plays that caused you to run
flat out for 3 minutes to get back to precisely where you started.
Days of smokin’ guitar rifts as well as the day, ah yes, that fateful
day, when you dropped gloves and took on Mike Pierre because he tested
the boundaries of ‘the Mike’ and his wife. Do you remember that day?
Do you remember when Mike became big bad Mike? Do you remember the
day you bought your blue Canadian Tire bike, pedalling furiously on
the way home and bunny hopped across the entire hood of my truck?
Maybe not, Mike, maybe that didn’t happen but you need to know that in
my mind as I look back upon those far away days you are a superhero.
(In purple and yellow Spandex with a cape and a Nerf sword)
I’m excited about you coming to scope out this church. I’m excited
about you rediscovering the church that I love so much. This is a
church where people receive love and healing, purple and yellow
Spandex suits, exposure to Christ, toenail clippers, big laughs,
heckling from the congregation on a Sunday morning, and tons of food.
See Mike, here’s the reason I’m writing. You’re too skinny. If you
truly want to hang with the burrito bouncers you need to start eating.
I know these are harsh words, Mike, but interventions must be staged
and in honor of us helping us rebuild our damaged economy, buffets
MUST be visited. You see Mike, I’ve been hearing complaints about
your lack of buffetness. I need you to work on that.
There’s another reason the possibility of your coming intrigues me.
See, there is something lacking that Nathan Weselake does not know
about. Nathan believes he understands the major needs of the church
but there is one item that completely escapes him. Mike, you are the
person for the job. I cannot describe this need without the use of
Justin Timberlake. Mike, I need you to “bring Sexy back”.
Feet are interesting body parts. They grow nails, yet are no good for
adhering pieces of wood together. They have soles but no spirits.
They have heels yet we bring them with us everywhere we go.
Apparently we hate our toes. We are forever smashing them into
corners and freezing them in the winter. To top this all off we
either bury them in boots or try to drown them in water under the ruse
of swimming. And with that, I leave you with my family motto “We
don’t do bad grounds”.
By the way, Mandy’s reminding me to let you know we’re excited to get
to know Erin better as well.


And now something for the sisters!


Yo! It's the green machine,
gonna rock the town without bein' seen
Have you ever seen a turtle get down?
Slammin' and Jammin' to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let's move
Vanilla is here with the new Jack Groove
Gonna rock, and roll this place
With the power of the Ninja Turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I'm not playin'
Devastate the show while the turtles are sayin'

(Chorus)
Ninja, Ninja, Rap!
Ninja, Ninja, Rap!
Ninja, Ninja, Rap!
Go Go Go Go
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go!
Go Go Go Go

Lyrics, fill in the gap
Drop that bass and get the Ninja Rap
Just feel it, if you know what I mean
Give it up, for the heroes in green
Just flowin', smooth with the power
Kickin� it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there's only one winner
You better aim good so you can hit the center
In it to win it, with a team of four
Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore it's the

(Chorus)

Villians you better run and hide
Because one day you might not slide
So choose your weapon but don't slip
Vanilla's in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin' the crowd the way it should be rocked
With the Miami drop that you like a lot
Hittin' like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in
You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong
Fightin' all the crooks until they're all out cold








what do you think? would you feel welcome?

I was asked a question that had me thinking last night. i was asked to tell a group of people something about my hands, this was to let the group of people know something they did not already know about me. it was hard to do not because i couldn't think of anything but because my hands (or the things they remind me of) are very personal. hmmmm. didn't see that coming. my hands represent an awful lot to me. didn't know that ether. learning stuff everyday.

your father was a captin for 12 minutes, he saved 800 lives. i dare you to do better!

don't be all stupid and junk! go look! (turn up the volume)

http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/startrek/

10 things you didnt know

learned these today at a movie theater i was doing stuff at.
#1 the screen at an imax is $15,000
#2 the screen is full of tiny slits
#3 the screen (both imax and regular) is leather
#4 the store room in a theater is full of former employees phone numbers (it makes you unlucky not to)
#5 movie posters can not be soled but can be given away
#6 people are slobs at movies
#7 movie posters get stacked in back rooms and totally forgotten about
#8 when you have more than 3000 posters, they get heavy and very flat
#9 Disney posters can not be soled or given away, they must be kept or destroyed
#10 i have several hundred very rair posters that are illegal to sell!

i learned all of this at the theater today, Scotty counted stuff at his job!

my brain is smoking

I sometimes wonder if this blog should go a different direction. I have often thought that most people’s blogs do not get read because the authors fill them with things they think will change how people think about God, religion, politics or whatever else they value. This could work. It could change how people think. It might give people a new way of thinking or a new idea that leads them down a path that might just create life change. It happened to me. My attitudes towards recycling were changed because of a blog entry that connected some dots for me. It got me thinking about Gods commands in a different way and as such my attitude changed. It could happen. Here is what I am worried about. Most often I find that blogs are written by people who seem to take themselves far too seriously. The entries come across to me as condescending. I remember a guy who had a blog that he updated very regularly. He was a believer and a person who had some influence over a certain demographic. His blog was full of these pearls of wisdom he had thought up and he seemed confident that his blog was the best place to present them. The problem was, he was condescending sounding enough in his entries that people stopped reading them. He lost influence because of a poorly worded idea. His blog became meaningless because no one would read it. It was considered arrogant.
The people who have influenced me to read there blogs are people who have either credibility in my life, or are known for their wisdom AND character. So here is my question. Does my blog reflect what it needs to at this point in my life? I guess this is a question of who is reading the blog. Are they people who would want to hear deeper things from me but would not talk to me? I don’t think so but you never know. Are they people who are just glad to hear the snapshots of my life and do not desire to enter into the deeper parts of me in this forum? My guess is that this one is the most probable. The bigger question is am I willing to put the energy into a blog that I might not like anymore. Would it just become a blog that is full of ramblings, no one cares about? Would I start to take myself too seriously? Maybe this blog need to stay the way it is. Aaaaaaaah, whatever.