In the spring of 2003, I was walking through the youth workroom and I saw an open bag of cheetos on the conference table. I then did something that is so unlike me. I reached into the bag and grabbed a giant handful and began to stuff them into my piehole. There happened to be a cheeto that was larger than most and at first glance looked like a dog. I was raising it to my mouth when I noticed something.. I turned it over and saw an amazing thing. The cheeto looked remarkably like Jesus. This is not a joke. This picture doesn't do it justice but you can see how it looks like Jesus with outstretched arms. I admit it does look like He doesn't have any legs but don't focus on that. At first I called Him J Cheeto. Travis Foster corrected me one day. He said his name shall be Cheesus. It is a perfect name. It is in a case in my office. Come and see Him.
"I Have a Dream"
August 28, 1963 Lincoln Memorial Washington, D.C. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Once when Kelly, my daughter was around ten, she cut her hand on a tuna fish can. It was a Saturday around in the morning. Beverly my wife, and I looked at it and we couldn't decide if it needed stitches or not. Beverly was leaning towards taking her to the emergency room when I had what I still consider one of my more brilliant ideas. We lived around the corner from our cat's veterinarian. We had a special connection because Beverly had taught the son of this trained Doctor of Veterinarian Science. I suggested that we take Kelly to see her to see if she thought that she needed stitches. (I will admit that it did cross my mind that she might be able to sew her up, too. I didn't mention that at the time.) After just a little discussion, that is what we did. It was a little odd sitting in the waiting room with the other owners and Kelly sitting in our lap with a towel over her head. (Just kidding. She sat in her own chair, with a towel over her head.) When it was our time, we went in and the Doctor/Vet decided that Kelly did not need stitches. It worked out great and she even de-wormed her for free.
(By the way, Kelly hates for me to tell this story, especially the de-worming part.)
This joke makes me smile.
In the beginning there was nothing. God said, "Let there be light!" And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better.
I love this picture.
This shot was taken on one of the college trips to Colorado. To get to the trailhead for the overnighter we had to cross a couple of "streams". I made everyone get out on one just in case something bad happened. I love this picture because it reminds me of the Colorado trip and it is my little bit of freedom from the MAN. The MAN meaning the big dogs at the church who have no idea that their minibus is an amphibious machine. Don't tell them.
No one can ever say I wasn't cool in the 8th grade.