somethins been eating at me for sometime now and it has something to do with you.

i can't get you to stop bugging me. its like trying to forget about not having my coffee this morning or sitting in church council meeting during the Colts/Pats playoff game. as much as I try and focus on whats at hand, it just seems to come back and haunt me to the point of salivating, daydreaming, plotting, and wrestless twitching.

i just want to attempt to fix it.

you see, as a blogging rookie way back in the day (a couple a months ago), i immaturely did and said some things to you that i meant, but poorly communicated. Therefore, i feel as though i dropped bombs.

one BOMB - i said "Screw You" to you. this was regarding to what you think about me.

please hear my apology. this is definitely not the only bomb i need to seek forgiveness about, but i am convicted. if there is one thing i need, its you. i work for a paycheck. i give in order to get. i like you in hopes of you liking me. these are not bad, but i spend enough time with the mirror to know you are not fooled.

i need work on you, instead of i. i love myself and thats evident, but these need work: plotting on you for you. thinking on you for you. working for you. giving to you for you.

you've really got the potential i have been looking for. maybe if you look in the mirror with me, i will have the missing marbles. not to be mistaken with first loving God with all my heart. i have tried that by myself and it brings me back to you(good song).

My guilty pleasure is being a stay at home Dad. I had to keep the kids this weekend because Melissa had to go to baby showers, study groups, and certifications. So it ended up being my turn to step up to the responsibilty plate. At first, every five minutes I heard Coop say, "oh wait Daddy, Momma does it like this." Of course I come back at him like a mature adult with, "I don't care how she does it, this is how Daddy does it...so step off... your'e only 5. "

Momman Tip # 1 - When you take you kids to the mall playground(trust me you will), other moms don't like when your kids starts king of the mountain.

Everything from washing dishes to poopy diapers made for a strangely enjoyable experience. Don' t get me wrong, there were a few hiccups along the way. Particulary when the kids start their morning around 7am, which is appx. an hour earlier than I usually get up. No tellin what they did for that hour.

Momman Tip # 2 - TV is not bad for kids, especially the HD Discovery Theatre.

I really liked the picking up and organizing parts of the day. Im not a big cleaner kind a guy, but I like windex and thick paper towels. As far as preparing meals go, it's pretty much a piece of cake and great snacks. I especially looked forward to after lunch when we would watch prenap cartoons followed up by a 2 hour siesta.

Momman Tip # 3 - Turn all the lights on and turn the TV off when you clean the house. Then just keep lamps on when the Mrs.s gets home to masks carpet stains. Also, put some popcorn in the microwave 5-10mins before the Mrs.s gets home to mask the smells.

Looking back on the weekend I feel as though I have refined my spiritual gifts and momman skills. This occupation is somewhat frowned upon in some cultures getting tagged with being "gay" or wussy. I personally hope that I can touch the hearts of all the men out there who desire to be more mommanish. Its not like we all have to go out to the frontlines of battle or kill our dinner anymore. A woman can can hold here own these days, especially in the corporate world. I will strongly encourage Melissa to bring in the 6 figures, but at the same time not letting her forget who wears the pants. Besides that there are enough single moms out there who would probably lobby for the momman.

Momman Tip # 4 - At any moment the stuff can hit the fan. It all usually comes down at one time. The eye of the storm. The madness has you surrounded and everything seems unmanageable. They both are crying b/c one got pushed off the bunk bed and the other one got hit with a rolling pin, meanwhile the mother-in-law calls, and doorbell rings. First things first, close the newspaper, get off the toilet, and put on your bath robe. Push mute on the phone, lock the kids in seperate rooms, and then answer the door.

Last thing: If you are serious about testing you momman skills you better get your gameface on. Its not a walk in the park, but it is very rewarding. You might come out of the experience with a greater appreciation for something new like Huggies wipees, or dolls named Reba, kid leashes, or wicked creepy Power Ranger cartoons.

Momman you can't find a betterman.

“[Love for Enemies] "You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.”- Matthew 5:43-45


I wish God would strike us with lightning bolts. It would make it easier to tell who is screwing up and who is doing it right.

Recently, I have been frustrated with people claiming God caused Katrina b/c of the abundance of sin in that area, or God is going to strike someone down for saying something sarcastic about God, or God is not going to bless you if you do not jump threw the right hoops, or God has a 40 day plan for you and it will unlock the purpose for your life.

Somewhere I lost the translation of our own sins. Where do we get off thinking that some "other sinners", who we probably have little to no relationship, should be judged any different then us? Experiencing lightning bolts, hurricanes, moments of doubt, and all the otherness of God invites us into complete fellowship with the relevance of God.

I just cannot justify thinking I have the earned the right to judge who God punishes and who God does not choose to punish. I pray I never forget the grace I have been given so undeservingly.

im going to romainia and hungary. i have only been to mexico and canada. they say it smells funny in other countries. im really not to scared or nervous b/c I am going with my Dad who talks the most understood language in the world. Its called talk real loud and use a bunch of big hand jestures. He is not afraid of making an akward scene. He looks romanian so it helps.