For Father’s day this year, Liz interviewed Michael and provided me a run-down of the answers he provided. You never know what you’re going to get when you ask a four-year-old questions, and in this case, the result can be quite funny. The questions and his answers are provided below for your reading pleasure:
How old is Dad? 20
What is Dad’s favorite color? Orange
What is Dad’s favorite outfit to wear? Shirts
What is Dad’s favorite movie? Jason Bourne
Where was Dad born? He was with Jesus before he was born
Sydney is off to youth conference for the weekend. Of course, that means she had to get all dolled up for the fireside and dance that kicks the weekend off. I’m so proud I have to share a picture of her dressed to kill. Look out teenage boys, she’s dangerous but still under-age. Check back in just over a year and you can get in line to compete for a first date.
While scanning a news site I ran across an article talking about a collection of letters Albert Einstein had written. One of the topics reportedly addressed in the letters frequently was Einstein’s thoughts on God. One section quoted struck me:
I prefer an attitude of humility corresponding to the weakness of our intellectual understanding of nature and of our own being.
-Albert Einstein
While I don’t agree with Einsteins thoughts on the childishness of believing in a personal God (contained in a section of the quote I omitted here), I think his reasoning is something the rest of the world … Read the rest
‘Some conjurers say that number three is the magic number, and some say number seven. It’s neither, my friend, neither. It’s number one… Only to show you my meaning clearly,’ said the Jew, raising his eyebrows. ‘To [secure your own prosperity], you depend upon me. To keep my little business all snug, I depend upon you. The first is your number one, the second my number one. The more you value your number one, the more careful you must be of mine; so we come at last to what I told you at first—that a regard for number one holds
Several years ago when we lived in Florida we would go to sea world pretty regularly. I never really enjoyed the experience. Between the three dollar bottles of water, the whiny kids who wouldn’t or couldn’t go on any of the fun rides, the expensive crappy food, and the outrageous parking I usually walked away feeling financially violated and irritated.
The last time we did anything of that sort was almost five years ago when we were in Florida. We’ve been in San Antonio for almost three years now, have had the option to go back to Sea World on … Read the rest
I sat down today to write, knowing that doing so generally helps me focus my thoughts or at least pick through the ashes of them and find some remainder to share. After reflecting for a few minutes, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have nothing that could be viewed as interesting, productive or entertaining. In fact, the things beating a path through my mind at the moment and marinating in the pickling brine that is there are probably best left unvoiced. While I might find it theraputic to expose some of those sour thoughts and feelings, the odds of … Read the rest
Most people are familiar with restless sleep where the night is constantly interrupted by one thing, another, or nothing in particular. Short periods of unconsciousness are only randomly interspersed throughout the night and insufficient to guarantee a reasonably wakeful and rested morning. Over the years I’ve dealt with the effects and side-effects of this kind of sleep deprivation. It would creep up on me frequently during periods of high stress such as points in my graduate studies when my mind would refuse to wind-down for the night and keep me up until I got out of bed and worked through … Read the rest
This day has been approaching for some time now, and finally arrived… A gaggle of goat kids, barely over the trauma of having their horns or other body parts removed (as was the case for the males), have been traumatized again. Having reached adolescence, it was time to wean them from their mothers by forcibly separating them. I’m such an evil man.
Today has been a day of musical goats so to speak. Atticus (Cocoa’s baby), Patricia, and Stephanie (Nippa’s girls) had to go away today so their mothers could rest and I could get more milk. At the same … Read the rest
It’s been a while since I wrote anything about the family… It seems I’ve been on a poetry bender for the last several months, and have left the more weighty matters to moulder. I can’t for the life of me understand why it is that I feel inclined to make up silly rhymes to go with stupid pictures, but I guess I find it somewhat therapeutic to pull myself away from the world of analytical and sterile language that dominates my days at work. Unfortunately, that probably means that the three or so family members who have ever read this … Read the rest
A graying sky comes pressing on
It's twilight at noon day
Air's heavy since the early dawn
Seems a storm is on it's way.
A distant rumble passes by
The horses snort and stomp
A sudden flash lights up the sky
My outside work must stop.
In the barn a drum beat starts
Quick tapping on tin roof
A yearling kid now jumps and darts
Beats dirt under her hoof.
The tapping turns into a roar
Explosions shake the walls
Howling winds pound on the door
The roof makes water falls.
A thirsty earth gapes wide the mouth
To drink
