Archive for October, 2005

sick daddy

kim’s dad is sick and you should pray for him.
he is in the hospital because his intestines are infected.
he had a pain in his side. this is how it started.

if you have a pain in your side be sure to request a CT scan immediately from your doctor so that you do not wind up throwing up and getting a fever and driving yourself back to the doctor to say you are worse and then having a CT scan because you will feel sicker than if you’d just demanded it in the first place.

also, eat lots of high fiber foods, especially Kashi’s GoLean Crunch which is both delicious and intestinally abrasive. mmm, mmm, good.

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Idealistic Futures

So these are some of our friends in Dallas. Here’s the run down, from left to right.

Brandon & Zanna

He’s from OK and she’s from LA. He can rope. She sells Arbonne. He works for Bob. We met them through Daniel & Jennifer (whom you will meet in just a second).

Jud & Kim

We are own best friends down here. We had a super great weekend and we didn’t go anywhere special or “do” anything with anyone. It was just us and it was the best weekend we’ve had in months. Just quiet and simple and good.

Daniel & Jennifer

They’re from OK and though they went to school in Stillwater, they are OU fans. We love hanging out with them and met them while we were church hopping. We hopped together for a while and would love to end up in the same place as them, if that works out well for everyone. We’ll see what happens, but we just enjoy them a ton. They both work for Bob now. She did work at this terrible place, but has been saved from the horrors of things like cold calling and ALWAYS (even with long pants) wearing panty hose. They went to church with Brandon & Zanna before they moved to Texas.

Michael & Katherine

Don’t know them very well, really. Jud did play Settlers at their apartment complex while Kim was in DC. Speaking of DC, Kim is really digging the Postal Service’s “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” and “Nothing Better”. Check them out. You may want to dance too.

Tonight:
We are going to a joint birthday celebration for Brandon’s birthday and for Jennifer’s birthday. Can you guess how old they are? Probably not. You are not a good guesser.

the standoff comes to an end

Today was so good – the kind of fall day I dream about. It was cool enough for us to open up the house and not have it fill with rolling heat.

Last night we went out searching for caramel apples (thanks, mom, for the picture that made us both totally crave them!). Apparently this city does not know that it is fall and does not go crazy with apples and cider and such (Omaha certainly does and Syracuse too I guess, since Allison was telling me a story today and casually says something like “yeah, after I went apple picking…” where as in Dallas I might say something like, “after I got cut off by a maniac on 75”. But I digress). So, we didn’t find caramel apples.

We did however find a TCBY and enjoyed some delicious fall frozen yogurt flavors — chocolate and vanilla. MMMmmm. Nothing says fall like some frozen yogurt! Then we rented Kingdom of Heaven. Have you seen this movie? Please, if you haven’t, do not rent it. Ridley Scott should not receive one more dollar for making this film. It is so bad. Too bad to even really critique. Let me just say that the story had amazing potential but lacked writing, directing, editing and acting. Yep, that about covers it. Please, please remove it from your NetFlicks cue.

We had the movie up pretty loud and didn’t hear what our neighbor told us about today. Last night about 10pm Stacy, Kate and Michael all heard a woman yell at the top of her lungs “Help me!” and looked out their respective front doors. They didn’t hear anything other than that and didn’t really know what to do. Stacy’s husband said they should’ve called the cops and we agreed. But, we didn’t hear it. We were too busy watching a Orlando Bloom live in Jerusalem as a Crusader and want to be friends with Muslims. It’s not that we are pro-Crusades, because we are for sure not, but the crazy men who marched to “the Holy Land” oh so many years ago weren’t there to make friends with Muslims. They had some pretty screwed up theology and thought that God backed a Christian-jihad. Completely outside of New Testament teaching, but, of course, they didn’t know what the New Testament said because most of them were illiterate and even if they could read Latin, they’d have a pretty tough time getting their hands on a copy of New Testament books, since the Catholic church was completely against the people reading for themselves. Now that I’ve been flagged by the Dept of Homeland Security for having the word ‘jihad’ in my blog, and by the Catholic church for dissing on them too, I think I’ll move on.

To the standoff —
If you know me well, you know that I like things clean. I’m anal about things I should overlook – things most people cannot see or do not feel the need to adjust. But in one area I am disgusting. I will procrastinate cleaning this one thing forEVER. Not because I don’t want it to be clean, mind you. I just want someone else to clean it. Ahem. I’m pretty sure I got this from my mom. Yes, mom, I blame you. You and I share this malady, but I doubt it’s genetic so, in true public service announcement form — I learned it from watching you! (Sorry for the blame, but you didn’t screw me up in real ways, so this is the worst it gets)

Leftovers.in.the.fridge.
I leave them there. Rotting. Molding. Stinking to high heaven in plastic containers that keep all the stink inside of them. I know that eventually I’m going to have to open up that stinky thing and throw all of the mold and old food into a garbage bag while I breathe only through my mouth to avoid retching. Allison pointed out that there is a happy medium between the decaying food that raccoons won’t eat and the day I first stuck it in the fridge, but I swear I cannot figure out that timing. I just know that one day, I’ll open that door and realize that the fruit I cut up a few weeks back is still in a gladware container but it’s now found it’s way behind the bread and condiments because it knows it’s shame. And something inside me freezes. I can’t touch the outside of that container much less open it up and through away the fuzzy fruit. And then I notice other things lurking back there too…the tiny bit of tuna casserole I just couldn’t pitch the night I made it, the taco meat that we didn’t eat in time, the yellow squash from the farmer’s market and it’s friend’s the jalapenos. “Oh no” ragged breathing “Oh no” panicked feelings “Oh no” heart racing “Oh no” SHUT THE FRIDGE!!! IGNORE IT! IT WILL GO AWAY!

and i do. I shut it and I walk away.

People, there was a take out box in there from September 12th today!

But not now. Today I won. I’d finally starved them out. They’d begun eating their own children and I knew it was time. I breathed through my mouth. I used my big spatula. I threw two Target sacks into the dumpster and I only lost two gladware containers in the fight. Tupperware always wins, by the way. But the gladware? It was made to be pitched. So, now our fridge is clean and pretty and it currently holds a beautiful trifle (Tami Z’s recipe – Thanks Tami!!!) that I’ll serve up tomorrow for our small group. Tonight I can rest well. The standoff has ended.

(Of course, tomorrow it all begins again. The making food. The left overs. The lack of desire to eat the left overs. The making of new food. The shoving to the back. It’s a vicious cycle, but I’m sure I’ll win again.)

Hey everyone. I’m just wrapping up a pretty diverse day so I thought I would throw some of it up on the blog. Thursdays are usually kind of my reprieve from the rest of the week where I’m able to gather myself for friday and catch up from wednesday. However today was a huge mix of a lot of things such as work, reading, driving, watching soccer, sitting in class, and eating cornbread, pasta salad and a chedderwurst and 8:45 pm.

Probably since we got down here we’ve been anticipating seeing friends that play on our schools soccer team because they are scheduled to play in Dallas. Anyway, today is that day or should I say was that day. I made my way up to Farmers Branch (the area of Dallas where they played) and was refreshed to see Adam, meet his girlfriend and see various other people from my past. Kim joined me about 10 minutes into the game because she had to work until 3. The game was tied 2-2 when I had to leave for my Thursday evening Spiritual Life class. Traffic was crazy and I eventually made it to class about 5 minutes late and not in true accordance with Seminary dress code. [Some poeple get really obsessive about the dress code, those people need to get over it.] Tonight’s lecture was on grace and holiness so once I sat down I realized that it wasnt a big deal that I was in jeans. Before I got to class Kim called and let me know that Grace had won 3-2 in sudden death – I guess that means they’ll live to fight another day and we’ll drive to Farmers Branch another day (i.e., tomorrow at 3 pm). Hopefully after the game we’ll get some time to hang out with Adam, at least that will be our plan.

The other day I got a call from my friend Mark who was in Omaha at the Sokol Auditorium. Since Mark lives in Nashville/Murfreesboro, TN, I was pretty surprise. Right now he’s on tour with Underoath and Thrice representing Invisible Children. If you haven’t seen the Invisible Children DVD, I would definitely recommend it and it might help you care a little more about Africa. Its always exciting to see how the Lord is using Mark and I’m really excited for what his future holds. The whole call made me really miss Omaha and wish I could have been there to shoot the breeze with him and see the same friends I would always see at shows down at the Sokol. Posted by Picasa

Here is a picture from the game on Saturday. I’m a bit afraid that I’ll have to miss some of this week’s game because of a class project I’m doing. We’ll see though, things could come together quicker than I think they may. I’ll try to write more later on when I get more time… – Jud Posted by Picasa

As Promised

The drive to Waco was uneventful. A stop for gas, an easy to find stadium and plenty of people in red made for a nice pregrame. We stood and watched the USC v ND game at a little make shift sports bar under a tent where we shared a stand-up table with a woman who reminded me a lot of Laurie B.

We walked over to the stadium and watched an Omaha sports guy try to light up while shielding his cigarette from the wind. The stadium was nicely constructed and clean if small. There were other Huskers already finding their seats and we talked about Omaha and Texas and all sorts of things while the teams were warming up. As they left, the Baylor marching band lined up to march around the field before taking their seats. It was a nice little tradition as they marched and played. The thing that was a bit strange though, was the Baylor hand signal for the Bears. In front of the band, the flagettes and twirlers were holding their right arms in the air with their fingers curled. Clearly they meant it took look like raised bear claws, but you couldn’t shake the scary resemblance to the Third Reich.

Once the band was seated, NE came up from their locker room and the fans went wild. The stadium was no where near capacity, and of those there, about 1/3 were wearing red. Nice. While our team stood on the sideline, the student section lined up in the same area where the marching band had been. Then they entered and ran around to the other side so they could cheer the Baylor team as they rushed in. Behind all of the Baylor college students were two junior high Husker fans wearing red. They got plenty of cheers from Husker fans as they ran along the field. With the students in place and the cheerleaders forming a barrier between the tunnel and the students, out came the bear. A seriously drugged, most likely toothless bear and about five handlers walked out to midfield. When the players ran onto the field, some ran right alongside the bear as she lumbered to the end zone, where she sat, for the rest of the game and played with a sign.

The game began and NE started off on defense. Ridiculously Baylor marched down the field and “scored”. Now, mind you, we did not have the benefit of dissecting the play over and over again like one does on tv, but from what we saw, it pretty much looked like the guy ran out of bounds with the ball before ever heading into the end zone. Lame. This was the point when all of the NE fans began to understand that we were not playing Baylor. No, no. The game was really NE vs The Officials. It got worse from there. NE players were actually punched in the head and NOTHING was called. But really, the play of the game goes to the officials who, after reviewing a call for FOREVER decide that, even if they’d ruled the Baylor player down at the 1 and even though they had not actually officiated who recovered the ball in the end zone, what the heck, why not just give six points to Baylor. Then, after a broken up play for the extra point, we’ll just let them try again so that they can put up another point. The fans were wild at each of these turns. We weren’t in the all NE section, so when we got loud the Baylor fans weren’t exactly thrilled. Most of them left early anyway. Good.

A few other items of note:
While glad to be at the game, we called Rick & Paula’s a few times to check in with the party there. If given the opportunity to watch with them or go the game, I would’ve chosen the first one.

The little boy sitting in front of us, Jake, was so adorable. He was five and bored, so he did stuff like try to count all the people in the stadium, remove the string from his shorts and whip it around his head or pretend that it was headphones. He also had a few dances he broke out from time to time and believed in cheering for the green team, despite his father’s best urges to keep him a Husker fan. Jake had on a green soccer jersey, so we’re pretty sure he’s used to rooting for the green team.

Jud had to use the restroom after the game so we stopped at a place in Waco that we may travel back to just to eat there. Yeah, it looked that good and yeah, it was also a gas station.

Kim was pretty proud of herself for getting off on the right exit to get home and for the combined navigational skills to get the rest of the way home.

Final Outcome: NE whooped up on Baylor. The Officials changed out of their stripes before leaving the stadium.

Game On

It’s here. Huskers on the road in Waco and we are leaving in about 30 minutes to make the trek down. Proudly wearing red, we’ll drive the short stretch down I-35 straight into Bear country. We’re a bit nervous of the outcome (and about Kim’s need to yell all sorts of things during games that may be disturbing to Baylor fans), but we’re also pretty excited to get a little taste of home even if it’s in a stadium that’s not Memorial.

A full report is on it’s way.

In Other News:
Kim got two sweet hours of OT this week.
Jud got a whopping 33 1/2 hours. That’s one sucker punch to sleep.
Last night was the DTS Fall Festival. All of you associated with CBC know what we thought that meant. It meant something else. It meant country music and cowboy boots. Good to know. One of our friends did demonstrate his mad roping skills and Kim jumped in a kid’s inflatable bouncy castle with three of her friends. As a demonstration of his love, devotion and security in his manhood, Jud held her purse while she jumped. He faired better than his friend Daniel who held both his wife’s purse and her gold shoes. The not-so-Festival was abandoned and we adjourned to Chick-fil-A where we ate, talked and stood in the parking lot for a ridiculous amount of time.

Saddest Item of the Week: While standing in the parking lot, a woman had one heck of a time parking. After she got out, she told us that the reason she was having trouble was because she was holding her 2 month old baby on her lap while she drove.

Sorry to end this on a low note. You’ll have to cheer yourself up by ordering the game on Pay-Per-View. We hear Rick might order it. You should give him a call.

GO BIG RED!