Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
You are The Flash
|Fast, athletic and flirtatious.|
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I don't know really. Right now I'm working one of my last 2 papers that I need to finish for this semester.
Recently we had a Christmas party with eveyone from the Reunion music team over. We packed our house out, and it was a great time. Here's some pics.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
We're also visiting our old home church Greater New Light Missionary Baptist Church.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Last night, Elaine and I went with some friends Simri & Shawn Davis (for more on Shawn check out The Whetstone and Jeff Berry Band) to see Nichole Nordeman in concert. It was a great concert. Not only are all her songs original, beautiful, and worshipful, but she also presented some great testimony. She incorporated scripture and some dang good theology compared to a lot of the other junk that's out there right now.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
I have grown up going to the fair pretty much my whole life (in Waco) - and I remember the hot dogs, funnel cake, cheap glittery motorcycles you ride on a track, little ducks floating in water, and my sister taking me on the Zipper (which I ended up falling in love with).
This year I was on a mission to find the fried peanut butter and jelly - but couldn't find it anywhere....so Elaine and I decided to ride the ferris wheel - since neither of us have and it's the biggest thing there. I guess I didn't know the fair was so dang expensive. $11 just for us to ride that thing that went around twice. Rip off.
If you went to the fair and really did it right, you'd have to spend well over $100 to ride stuff and to eat....and I think that's pretty crappy. To me, the fair is supposed to be a place where you can look at the new cars...and also be surrounded by some nostalgic things unique to Texas - not a place where you have to blow your inheritance to take your family and kids....I mean...skip it and go ride The Cave at Sixflags...
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I open it and see an older lady that lives down the street from us, who I've seen while walking the dog and such. She says that's she's in a 'situation' and needs my help.
I offer for her to come in, but she says she needs my help at her place. After I throw on a T-Shirt, I go outside and follow her down the street. She explains that she's locked herself out of her house because she lost her garage door opener.
We walk into the back yard and there is a ladder right next to a window. She asked me to crawl through it and open up one of the doors. So I shimmy my way into her bedroom in a small space between her bed and nightstand and go to the back door to let her in.
After she thanked me, I told her my name was Jerod. Her name is Betty. And now we're neighbors.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
But last night's dream was especially odd and cool. I was riding in a huge purple car...maybe an Impala..
Something like this car. Anyway - I'm riding along with Snoop Dogg and Nate Dogg. We pull up to a huge metal-ish warehouse and walk towards the front door. I open the door, peer inside, and turn back around to Snoop and say, "Do you roll with 50 cent?" He says, "No" and the next thing I know we're running back to the car. Gun shots ring out, I'm lying down in the back seat, and I get shot in the stomach. Then I wake up.
Dream interpretations welcome.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Well. Pretty much.
I survived the first full week of classes at DTS. I feel like it pretty much owns my soul. Hopefully that will get better. Or maybe there's a pill or something for that feeling.
Bingham's church history class is at the top of my list.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I guess up until this week I've been kind of looking forward to going back to school and hitting all the books at DTS. But something about this being the last week before school starts again makes me have that feeling I used to get when I had to go back to school after Christmas break.
I can't explain the exact reason why - maybe it's the Greek or the no flip-flops rule. Maybe suicide greek left a bad taste in my mouth....
Anyway - I'm probably the only one who feels this way. I'm sure all of the other good DTS-ers (excluding Matt who doesn't have to ever visit campus) are more than thrilled to go back.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Anyway - I did find something that would fit in the 'contemporary christian' category that I really like. Finally some real lyrics from a CCM artist.
It will find you at the bottom of a bottle
It will find you at the needle's end
It will find you when you beg and steal and borrow
It will follow you into a stranger's bed
It will find you when they serve you with the papers
It will find you when the locks have changed again
It will find you when you've called in all your favors
It will meet you at the bridge's highest ledge
So baby don't look down, it's a long way
The sum will come around to a new day
So hold on Love will find you
Hold On He's right behind you now
Just turn around And love will find you
It will find you when the doctor's head is shaking
It will find you in a boardroom, mostly dead
It will crawl into the foxhole where you're praying
It will curl up in your halfway empty bed
So baby don't believe that it's over
Maybe you can't see round the corner
So hold on Love will find you
Hold On He's right behind you now
Just turn around And love will find you
To hang between two theives in the darkness
Love must believe you are worth it
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
It seems that our culture is in love with over-priced drinks these days. There's no shame in admitting an addiction to Starbucks...in fact you might even feel like an outsider if you don't have a favorite drink there.
I think there's a better option than Starbucks....granted you can't buy any CDs there and it's not a great place to study or hang out --- but it's a lot better for you. Jamba Juice.
Might I suggest the Orange Dream Machine...it's my favorite after-workout drink...
Monday, July 18, 2005
Last night, however, I encountered one of the most awkward moments I've had in quite some time.
After attending a small worship service at a well-known Dallas-area church, the group my wife and I were with were invited to go to Fuddrucker's and eat. After a little thinking, we decided to take them up on the offer.
We got to Fudrucker's a little bit late, ordered our meal, and then sat down with some of these folks we had just met. While we're sitting, a younger guy (younger being 20-ish) asks me if I'm sad...What an icebreaker, right... So I tell him that I'm not sad, but that I'm just a little bit tired having been up since 6 or so that morning and that I was really hungry. So he kinda just shakes his head or whatever...
They call our names to pick up our food. I go through the condiment line, manage to drop my fully dressed burger on my foot (I was wearing sandals) and the people behind the counter are gracious enough to give me another burger (they actually upgraded me from the 1/3 lb. to the 1/2 lb.)
So we go sit back down and start eating and chatting with some folks that are about to start DTS. The usual. Then, pretty much out of nowhere this guy comes at me again... "So can I pray for you?" I just looked at him funny and he continues with, "Because you are really sad and, I mean....it may be too personal that you don't want to say what it is, but I can just pray for something unspoken...so I mean, would that be okay for me to pray for you right now?"
Ok - so - time out. I've got a mouth full of beef, sitting next to 4 or 5 people that I just met and this guy sitting 6 or 7 seats down the table is loudly speaking over the people between us and asking me if he can pray for me. Not just can he pray for me, but will I divulge the deep dark sadness that I'm emoting in front of everyone. Needless to say, the other conversations stop, and it's just me and him. And he's waiting for an answer.
I was inclined to say, "well, I'm sad, you see, 'cause I dropped my burger just a minute ago, but I'm okay now, because they gave me a new one."
But I didn't --- I just told him that I wasn't sad...but that I appreciated the gesture.
But he didn't drop it with that, he asked me if I was sure I wasn't sad. I said I was sure and then pretended that my fries were the most interesting looking things I'd ever seen and avoided any further eye contact.
I really believe the guy had the best of intentions....and I don't mean to rag on this guy. But isn't there some sort of "you've crossed the line" alarm that goes off in everyone - or have some people taken out the battery so it doesn't beep anymore?
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Monday, June 06, 2005
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
Satruday night, after enjoying dinner at Gloria's, Elaine and I were on our way home and witnessed a pretty bad accident. Some guy in a mini-van (complete with Tweety Bird car seats in the back) ran a red light going 50+ miles an hour. Amazingly enough, nobody died, and there weren't any serious injuries. But even more amazing is that the driver of the mini-van ran off. He jumped out and just bolted...
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
It's amazing that they can remove a part of your body and sow it back up without making huge smiley-face scars in your skin.
Hospitals are a strange place. No matter where you come from, how much money you have, how highly you think of yourself...the hospital really kind of levels everyone out....we're all stuck in these bodies that are dying... It was interesting to sit in the waiting room (a very crowded one at that) and see hicks, blacks, blue collar, middle income, upper class (you name it) wait together and share the same anticipation.
Thanks to all that prayed for her...
Monday, May 16, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
My love affair with hamburgers has been hot and heavy the past two days. This morning I completed 3 straight meals consisting of cheeseburgers.
Friday afternoon, Elaine and I tried Fat Daddy's Burgers on Garland Road close to our new house. Pretty good --- and pretty big.
Friday I chowed on 2 grilled burgers at a friend's birthday party.
This morning, on the way to Toni and Guy for a trim, Elaine and I stopped in at Whataburger. She got breakfast and I, of course, got another burger.
3 in a row. Beat that.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
In a lot of ways I felt like I came out of hiding. I haven't lead any music by myself in over a year.
I was grateful to have Patrick Thomas (the music minister at Reunion Church) giving me an awesome foundation on the piano...the guy is truly phenomenal.
Overall - the whole thing felt pretty good...
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
And in other random news :
I haven't been watching American Idol much this season, but I was glad to find out that Constantine was kicked off. He creeped me out.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
What stings the most is that my John Legend CD was still in the player when they jacked it. It's the little things....
My wife has graciously allowed me to swap cars with her. (She's selfless and knows how co-dependent I am on music).
Best wishes to all of you who are going through finals (Sheol).
Monday, April 25, 2005
I go out to my car in the parking lot only to find my driver's side door cracked open. My fear grew as I got closer and opened up the door. Sure enough : I've been robbed.
Kenwood CD player : Gone. Alpine Amp : Gone.
They did such a clean job --- nothing broken, nothing else taken (even the little bit of cash sticking out of the cupholder).
Of course I don't have any comprehensive insurance on my beautiful 1994 Honda Accord with 215,000 miles....
I'm almost over my pity party...give me a little while.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Elaine was making me a nice little BLT (minus the T because we were out). At one point she had the faucet turned on. Next thing we know, the entire faucet head had shot off and we had an in-home geyser erupting in our kitchen.
I honestly think it was God's doing --- giving me a good laugh.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The view of the game was great, but unfortunately I was sitting behind a severe case of plumber's butt. This rather large hispanic man (and his young daughter) were in the row in front of me. Every time he stood up and sat down, 4 to 5 inches (seriously) of pure crack came out of his jeans. It was in plain sight (our entire section was reacting) and it was plain wrong. Couldn't he feel the breeze back there? No self-awareness at all.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Today there was a sidewalk sale at WestVillage. Since Elaine and I didn't have to do any visits for apartment life, we had a free afternoon and walked down there. She had on these really high heels (of which I'm a fan.)
She complained of a blister on the way, but didn't really make too big of a deal about it. But when we stopped into our first store, she looked down and blood was practically rushing out of her shoe. We got her cleaned up with only 4 or 5 on-lookers, strapped a band-aid on, and went on our merry way.
I don't know whether or not to think she's ultra-tough or just crazy....but I'm just glad it ain't me.
When our dog dresses up.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
I use to pride myself on being on the trendy side of technology - but it seems that I've fallen behind. However, I tread on the heels of greatness....aspiring only to be in the same ballpark as Matt and Jon. Thanks for the inspiration.