Update Tomorrow....

Please read my blog post entitled

"Interior Decorating, Hardee's, and Psalm 77"

I got an update on Brian from the story I told...

I can't wait to share it!! 

Interior Decorating, Hardee's, and Psalm 77

When I was a senior in high school (FEELIN' GREAT, LOOKIN' FINE, 'CUZ WE'RE THE CLASS OF 89), I became pretty close to my basketball coach and his family.  They had a son roughly my age, so I would find myself over at their house often.  They were new to the school, and were a blast to be around.  I actually blame Coach M for some of my sarcasm.


They had a son that was in 10th grade, a daughter in 7th, and another son in 1st grade.  Just so happens I was the 1st grade "teacher's aide" that year at our school, so I was assigned to Brian's class. 

When I was introduced to Brian, before I met Coach M, I could tell something was definitely different.  Not wrong...just different.  He was not very good in class, and at a small Christian school, there was no one there equipped to help Brian how he needed to be helped.  He lasted about 2 weeks before he had to be home-schooled.


Brian had autism.

I Love the 80's...Love Notes Edition!

When I was in high school in the late 80's, there was no facebook, twitter, myspace, or texting as avenues for romance.  What we had was the plain old white sheet of paper.  Of course it was intricately folded so that there was a little flap to secure it...can't let others see your note.  Love Notes were an art form.  Different colors of ink and marker were used.  The amount of time put into them was not brief.  I remember getting one with Glitter in it (not a good idea, by the way). Love Notes were the currency of Emotion!!  At my school, we even called them "Jewels."  

Lame?  Nerdy?

Yes...And Very.

AHA!!! Satan is trying the ol' switcheroo!!!

This post may have absolutely ZERO relevance to anyone but me.  So?  This blog started as a journal, and I actually have a small few who read it, therefore, I can write personal issues and not feel bad about it.  I mean, I am no Jon Acuff, right?

When I was a highly successful, much decorated, well-respected (had enough?) basketball coach, one of my favorite things to do to the opposing team was to lull them into a sense of comfort.  Even granting them success at times....How so?

And the Award for Best Actor goes to....

I am not a big fan of movie/tv/music awards shows, but I would be lying if I didn't say I tune in a few times a night to check them out.  Back in my free-wheelin' college days, I was actually into it a bit.  I would try to see all of the films up for Best Picture at the Oscars before the show.  Just a hobby...stop judging. (You have something, too.)

A couple Sundays ago, the Golden Globes were on.  My wife and I turned by when they were giving some kind of lifetime achievement award to Robert DeNiro.  They played an amazing montage of many of his movies.  He truly is fantastic.  Sitting there watching, probably 3 or 4 times I said "I forgot about him in that movie."  He has done a wonderful job in so many films, I guess I remembered the top 4 or 5, and kind of shuffled the rest away.

But when he started to make his speech...YIKES!

"Wet Spaghetti" Reminder...Get the Surgery!!!

Circa 1995, I knew a young lady who had a problem in that she was waaaaay too competitive.  She knew it.  I knew it.  Her family knew it.  The dozen or so broken putters from various miniature golf courses around the southeast knew it.  I would sometimes purposefully draw cards in UNO, even if I had the winning card!! 

It was BAD!  Not good bad.  Not Michael Jackson with a cool, catchy beat and terrible music video "Bad."  Just Bad!

Please Stop Hatin'!!!

I love Christmas plays and/or cantatas.  They are like mini-Lifetime movies in a religious setting.  It appears the writers of these holiday productions sit down with the whole purpose of making people cry.  They probably have "Driving Miss Daisy" and "Beaches" on a loop in their DVD player to get them in the spirit of drawing tears.

Poor Brutus!

I don't know why I love this picture so much, but I do...

and knowing me, after I post it, I will try to make some point behind the picture...or maybe you have your own caption Idea.

I remember this being on SportsCenter in video form, but this still shot is hilarious to me.

Enjoy!

John 13:34-35 and a short trip down Memory Lane

Growing up, I had two best friends named Spencer and Eric.  We went everywhere together, for a long, long time.  We started in 1st grade, and ended when we graduated high school.  We played on the same football team starting with the YMCA Orange Crush when we were 6, and finished as captains on our HS football team.  I was the quarterback, Spence was the fullback, and Eric played tailback. 

It just hit me that we were the starting backfield together.  Wait a second while I reminisce...

Humbling Thought: I AM DAVID, but also.....

In my search to discover who I am as it relates to Biblical figures, I have conceded I am Lazarus. 

Also, I am David.

While reading the books Cast of Characters, and especially the book Facing Your Giants, both by Max Lucado I came to a sobering conclusion....