oh the places you will go....

I'm proud of my friend Nat. This is his office. I saw it with my own two.

Dear Chicago...

I had a lot of fun. See you soon.

post-fritch

**Amy, I will always check your blog first. I refuse to take the time to change my hyperlinks and you are my "destination blog"; I go to yours to get to everybody else’s. I'm flying Delta in this blog world and you are Atlanta. I gotta go there to go anywhere!**


Mark is in the blog-o-sphere, and after reading his post about history and the lessons that come with it, I started thinking. At church last Sunday (I've started going to Buckhead Church for now; that's another blog) the pastor challenged everybody by asking this question:


"Where do you see yourself at age 40?”


He went on to say that the answer to this can be boiled down to two answers:


1. I want to have _____________ (a high paying job, a wife/husband, kids, a house, etc).


2. I want to be _______________ (a kingdom minded boss, a devoted and God fearing husband/father, etc).


I'm prone to answer it like #1, but I want to be able to answer like #2. So I've decided to do a character study on somebody who, from what I've found out so far, lived #2. I started reading 1776 by David McCullough, who also contributed a great amount to the HBO series John Adams (which is awesome!). I'll keep you updated on my findings.

Random

I just checked the blogdom for the first time this month to see that Brad, who is no longer going the distance but is doing so at an accelerated speed, tagged me. Therefore, I will break the silence once again and spill the random.

1. I used to go visit my grandmother for a month during the summers. She lived near Helen, and never made me take a bath. She ranks near the top on the list of people I have ever known.

2. Micro-machines were the real deal back in my day. Me and my brother built aircraft carriers out of 2x6's and had them strategically placed all over the house for mandatory and frequent air strikes. However, mom made us sign an arms-reducing treaty and we agreed to just one aircraft carrier per person. But I still kept my helicopter battleships; and it drove my brother crazy.

3. I hated it when my brother would try to land an Air Force plane on his Navy carriers. They weren't made for that. Come on, lets get real.

4. I wear glasses. It's become an often thing, which bums me out because I know I will lose them. I've lost every pair of sunglasses I have ever owned and I have lost my laptop power chord 3 times in the past moth. But at the same time they are good; its like the switch from analog to high defination. Amazing.

5. I stabbed Trace Gabriel with a stick when I was little. I remember the stick went through his hand. He may have deserved it at the time; the jury is still out (i.e. I never got in trouble, and the Statue of Limitations are in effect by now). I was probably defending one of my aircraft carriers.

6. From the ages of 10 to 14 (aka, the awkward years), I was a paid assasin in my neighborhood. $5 for a squirill and $7 for a chipmunk. My neighbors would let me hunt in their yards and some really did pay. I probably killed a thousand squirills within those years. At first, I would have a proper funeral for each one as I killed them; complete with a gravel cross on their grave. But gradually my conscience and ethics wore thin; I regressed from participating in the practice of mass graves to throwing their carcasses over my other neighbors fence (which in hindsight, is something my dad showed me how to do). This was the same neighbor that my Dad didnt get along with.

7. Mark Fritchman and some of his friends came to our house while he was in high school. We had a pool and my sister was the only one home; the rest of us were in Charleston, SC. While it was innocent and just a group of youth group kids coming over to swin, it was still my sister alone with boys. When my Dad found out, we had to come home. We drove through the night. Way to screw up our vacation, Mark. (not really, I think Chris Long had a thing for her back then).

8. I ran Trace Gabriel over with Mike B's "Taco" at Summer Camp one year. I didnt know how to drive a stick very well and I was on the big hill on the girls side of camp. I stopped to unload something in one of the girls cabins, and meanwhile a parent decided to park within a foot of the Taco. When I needed to leave, I noticed that I would hit the car behind me when I put in the clutch. Trace volunteered to stand between the two to prevent a collision. I overestimated Trace's stregnth and I underestimated the slope of the hill. Anyways, I ran Trace over with the Taco. Trace; what will I do to him next.

9. It is late, and I can hear Aaron Taulbee, my roomate, snoring through the wall. He doesnt snore though, for the record.

10. I'm sick of politics. No more, please.

Now it seems as if I am behind the times...any idea who I should tag? Lets think big too, I will tag anybody who has a blog.