I’m a big fan of sweet tea which probably explains why I’m a big fan.
McDonald’s has recently unveiled a new southern product line featuring chicken and a biscuit, southern chicken sandwich and sweet iced-tea.
It’s clear to me that they are trying to capture some Chik-fil-A market share.
Good luck with that! (not going to happen)
The sweet tea right now is $1 for 32oz (right price, right size).
I’ll be sad when the promotional price ends, but until then . . . cheers!
I’m not very disciplined when it comes to waiting.
It’s a reality that is reflected in many areas of my life.
For example, I’d rather spend a bit more and get it today than save a bit and wait a few days for shipping.
We’ve come to a critical point as a church family where we are forced to wait upon God.
Stockton has been severely hit by the housing slump and economic recession.
This (and other reasons I’m forcing myself not to mention) has created a financial hardship for the church.
We announced yesterday that because of these realities it appears that we will need to begin downsizing our staff.
We’re in a position now were it seems we must make some hard decisions in the next 30 days.
Today, I’m resonating with the words of Psalm 130:
I wait for the LORD to help me, and I trust his word.
Lord, I am in great trouble, so I call out to you.
Lord, hear my voice; listen to my prayer for help.
Lord, if you punished people for all their sins,
no one would be left, Lord.
But you forgive us, so you are respected.
I wait for the LORD to help me, and I trust his word.
I wait for the Lord to help me
more than night watchmen wait for the dawn,
more than night watchmen wait for the dawn.
Today, I’m waiting and wanting more and more and more faith.
Still here, still alive, still kicking.
So busy and buried right now it hurts to think.
Much less marshall any brain cells trying to humor or entertain those of you who stop by.
Our male minor had some minor surgery this morning.
Everything went better than well.
For that, of course, we are very grateful.
His recovery includes laying around, watching TV, and playing video games.
Could this be construed in any way as reward for minor, minor surgery?
This place has a different feel during the summer when school is out.
The halls are quiet.
The playground is quiet.
The cafeteria is quiet.
That eerie kind of quit, right before the bad stuff happens.
There is a palpable sense of ease in the office (a bit more relaxed and not so hurried).
But it’s a bit too quiet.
We enjoyed a calm and relaxing Father’s Day.
One child vacuumed out the garage for me.
One child helped me vacuum out the pool.
I would say that their gifts sucked but you may take offense or not get the pun.
We don’t have any regular Father’s Day traditions.
About the only thing we regularly do (because of the whole Sunday Morning working thing) is have a later in the day celebration.
Mesquite Smoked Salmon, Rice Pilaf and Salad led the all-star lineup for the meal. Yum, Yum!
We spent a fair amount of time pulling the kids around the lake on a sport performance tube.
The boy demonstrated an uncanny aptitude for the task.
He absolutely loved it.
He dared us to try and maneuver him off the tube.
We were successful a few times but generally he hung on and rode it out.
I wish I had a picture of the grin on his face each time he got back into the boat.
As we packed up to leave he asked if there was such a thing as a professional tube rider and if there was that’s what he wanted to be.
What’s your off the wall dream career?
I want to be a professional fisherman!
We went away for a few days.
I resisted the urge to check email and otherwise plugin.
We fished, tubed, ate and did all over again the next day and the next.
We even traveled through Lucerne, CA billed as the Switzerland of the America.
Boy that sure saved on some airfare!
From the first day of school all students (and teachers) look forward to the last day of school.
That day, for this school year, has arrived.
I officiated my first wedding in college for a friend of mine.
Since that time, I’ve lost count of how many weddings.
Certain ones stand out simply because of the people involved.
I’m always honored when asked to officiate a wedding (except for that one when they asked me to omit “till death do us part”).
It was with great dismay that I learned I would need to wear a suit for my nieces wedding but as they say it’s her day not mine.
Upon spousal advice I waited to locate and purchase the suit in Oregon and save myself 9% of the purchase price.
Let me just say that my mom is the queen of the department store deal.
Not only did she locate a nice suit, she combined enough coupons, affidavits and court transcripts to bring the price down from $500 to $160.
We should have asked her to negotiate our home loan.
The wedding was held outside, which in Portland is a risky thing.
Sure enough, as the lovely Bride began to make her way down the aisle it began to rain.
My first thought?
I’m not going to be able to take this suit back.
