The Booty Prayer

Confessions of a not-perfect Christian: The big round booty dilema.

Lately, I’ve decided to get back to my roots, and try again hanging out with Jesus. But things are very different this time around. It was always explained to me that God wants the battered, broken sinners to seek Him. But I never really understood that, so I kept saying to myself, “I will work on ______, then I will feel comfortable in Church.” Well, that ain’t how it works. I’m all screwed up, and Jesus loves me. So we hang out now, and I can joke with Him about life and stuff.

I saw a woman in Springfield today with a wonderfully big round booty, I simply said “Well Father, you created all things, and you did exceptional work on that lady right there. Good job.” That was supposed to be the end of that. But the devil, and my human sinful nature love sin. I love sin. It’s usually fun and exciting! So at the first signs of lustful thought (or the second), I prayed another prayer…

“Jesus, you know my heart, and that I don’t want to view that woman as anything more or less than a child of God. But that was a wonderful big round booty, and if you are preparing a woman for me somewhere, please let her have a big round booty.” Amen. “Oh, and please halt my tongue for me if she ever asks ‘ Do you think my butt looks big in these jeans'”

The First 40: Family

The First 40: The Family: The Ride

For those out there with limited or no family, I urge you to adopt yourself into the craziest batch of folks you can find. I’m certain that’s what happened to me.

Some parts of my family are textbook for my era. When I disrespected my elders, I got my butt whooped. I went to church. I rode down the interstate laying up in the back window making faces at the cars behind us! So fun! I urge all kindergarten kids to lay up in the back window a least once!

My sister and I would argue about what to watch on tv and all sorts of things. We would fight like any other siblings, pushing, scratching, punching at times, but we were okay. We had the imaginary line in Continue reading

The First 40 pt 1

The first 40 years: Part 1. Youth.

NICHOLAS DANIEL!!!!!! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!!! I heard that a lot growing up. I was given an extra dose of onery, in my particular batch of soul. I read Jack London, White Fang, this summer. It is a story of wolf families and one youngster causes annoyances and trouble in all that he does. There is no rhyme or reason. He just does random things that don’t have a goal, and no chance at a positive outcome. It’s just his nature. I don’t know why I thought of that story…

My favorite, or perhaps least favorite question was “what were you thinking when you…”. This phrase often ended in gibberish like …”when you cut a chunk out of your hair” or “when you put that boys finger in the stapler and hit it?” Or, “when you pee’d on that boy at school”? There are literally hundreds of these, but I doubt they would paint a very good picture. I can tell you this. When you ask a little boy what he was thinking when he did something, and the boy sheepishly replies “I don’t know”, you’re best bet is to believe those words. They are probably the absolute truth. (To be continued)…

The first 40 Years pt. 2

The First 40 Years: Youth part 2:

Chasing the sunset.

Being a kid in the 80s was much different than today. We all know it, but I wonder just how many kids know what it’s like to actually be a kid. Here’s how I did it, (and I was really good at it). First, you grab your best friend from birth. MY best friend ever, was Dennis. If you found one of us, you were likely find the other. Start your day on a bike, or a big wheel. Ride that thing straight through a mud puddle, then get yelled at by some mother or another. it didn’t even matter which neighborhood mom was yelling. It didn’t even have to be one of our mothers. When a mom yelled, you were in trouble. You simply go home, blame it on the dog, get new clothes, and run out the door to find more boy stuff to do.

Boy stuff in the 80’s:
Watch Dukes of Hazzard
Put coins on the railroad tracks
See how far you can ride a bike and still get home by dark

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The Panera Experience

So I decided to have a meal of food. And it was a comical experience. I wasn’t going to break a 5 day fast for something fatty, or unhealthy, or loaded with carbs.

So there I was at Panera! I walk in to the most wonderful smells you could imagine. A woman exiting, smiled at me, and with a wonderfully excited voice said “I love your hat”! (it’s a Cardinals hat…always) I replied “Thanks! But it’s not for sale.” She giggled, and I knew I made the right choice in coming here.

I stepped up to the counter and was greeted by 3 smiling ladies. “Can I help you?”
I replied “perhaps. Do you have anything absolutely ridiculously healthy”?
2 replied “no” and “nope”
The third said “yesss, but”…
My eyebrows went up with intrigue
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Confessions of the not-perfect Christian: The Pizza Prayer

I grabbed a couple slices of pizza at Caseys, and often pray for my meals more lately, but things didn’t go well tonight…

“Father”….. (silence. ..gathering thoughts)
Thoughts: (I wonder how I should pray for this meal. Is there even any actual edible food content in it?
Why ask Him to bless it? That would be a miracle, and Hes capable, but should he be expected to perform a miracle every time I want to consume a glorious slice of non-partialy deep fried anti-hydrogenated, pizza bean oil? ………
Well, this probably isn’t any of that, but what it is going to be is…cold, if I don’t get this praying part done. But wait, am I praying now? Well, yes. I began by addressing Father, then started thinking about pizza… but Im talking to myself in my head….and praying….does that mean I think Im God? NOOOOOO! That’s one of the 10 commandments! “Thou shall have no other gods before Me, and something about false idols”…sorry Father. It wasn’t real, I got lost.
Wait, this is still not out loud, so its not part of my real pizza prayer.
Dude!! Just say your prayer and eat dinner, the world was created in less time than you are taking on this….)

“Father, I love pizza. But I love you more than pizza. Please miracleize this into some form of nutrition for me. Thanks!! Amen”

Kara the Carno

A Fanfic Inspired by Ark: Survival Evolved:

Note: If you don’t know; Ark is a highly popular computer game which recently made it’s debut on Xbox as well. As of this writting, it’s still in beta, but has millions of paying players.

The Misadventures of Kara the Carnosaur:

It was a gorgeous day to be outside, but Kara was too wrapped up in her thoughts to enjoy it. As she strolled through the grassy hills, she swatted a plant in frustration and watched a couple of berries fall to the ground. In a snide voice, she mumbled the words of her mother “Kara, don’t you run off now”! “Kara, you stay close to the den now, you hear me?” Well, Kara was not close to the den now. Not close at all.
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The Crown Molding FAIL!

DIY Adventures in Crown Molding: The Fury Within:
Day 1: “Hey man, do you want to go get that trim today”?
“I can’t. Let’s go Thursday”.
Day Thursday: “Crap, I can’t go today, let’s go tomorrow”
Day Tomorrow: Lowes, Lunch, and Unload the supplies (Too late to start cutting any)
Day 7ish: Weekend
Day 9: Let’s hang some crown molding!! Okay, some of the backers are up, Let’s do our first 45 degree angle. *cuts 2 pieces to start test fitting. They don’t fit…not even close. But…This is a 90 degree corner. 45+45 is 90 right? *little sparks are firing from waaaay back in the day. Oh yeaaaaaah, it’s not 45, because you are doing 45 up and down and 45 angle…on each piece! Okay, back to the drawing board.
33.1 degrees…

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My Art Teacher

A reminiscent journey from the classroom of Mrs. Strack:
A couple of weeks ago, I was handed a list of classrooms that needed painted over the summer. On that list was a single wall in the art room. It was not the first room to be done, so I put it out of my mind. The next week, my dad and I strolled in to discuss the paint job.  To say the least, I was unprepared for the events that followed.
We went over the job, and that was great, but memories started to arise. I pushed them away.  There was work to be done, no time for daydreaming.  It became increasingly difficult to focus on the work the longer we were in there. The memories were increasing in vigor. NO!  I have to work, must do the job I’m here to do. But this room had me surrounded by art, and art tools, and an artistic environment. It was very hard to focus. I’ve always loved art, and wasn’t horrible at it either. While I didn’t posses the skills to do it professionally, I was well beyond stick figures, and have found enjoyment in seeing others works. Continue reading