Archives For September 2008

My Wife is Better Than Me

September 30, 2008 — 3 Comments

I’m thinking of starting a new web community. It will be exclusively for those husbands who introduced their wives to the blogosphere, helped them form a site, walked them through the kinks of having a blog, and then watched in amazement as that little “Mom Blog” soared past theirs in blog stats. I’ve even had people come up to me and tell me how much they love her blog, not knowing that I’ve had one for 3 years! Ouch!

Rewind to January 2007: My wife had grown tired of my merciless teasing about her juvenile MySpace habit. I’ve always thought she was a wonderful writer and thinker, and told her she should have a blog. It could be hers alone, and she could keep family, friends, and others involved in her life. She reluctantly agreed back then, but now she’s seriously battling Internet blog addiction. She hurries to post things from our lives, trying to beat me to the ‘PUBLISH’ button. I’ll do or say something, and her response is “That is totally going on my blog! Can I?”

So this new community will be devoted to those poor husbands toiling with blog stats in the double-digits, with wives enjoying triple-digit visits each day (and sometimes each hour.)

If you haven’t already, and I seriously doubt you haven’t… her blog is HERE.

Goodbye, Goodbye Art

September 26, 2008 — Leave a comment
Goodbye Art is saying goodbye. I guess there comes a time when you really don’t want to destroy your art anymore. The video is LONG, but it’s well worth the time. Enjoy!


Dysfunction Distraction

September 24, 2008 — 1 Comment

Let’s go ahead and get this out of the way. I have serious perfectionist leanings. I’m a problem solver by nature, and if it’s broken I want to fix it or hire the person that will. As I’ve aged and/or matured I’ve learned to lay off a little. Having kids disrupt my life was a good thing, and forced me to not always expect everything to be perfect. I’ve grown to appreciate the imperfections in life, but I’m still a work in progress.

Working in church and para-church environments for over 8 years now, I can honestly say that I’ve seen my fair share of dysfunction. Even in the most healthy of environments there is always some form of dysfunction. I’ve worked in some environments where the dysfunction was the norm, and was universally accepted as “the way it’s gonna be.” I’ve seen dysfunction creep in because of a lack of authority, heavy handed authority, and even because someone hired their offspring to do a job they weren’t qualified for. I think dysfunction will always exist where people exist, so the key is identifying it and fixing it when it’s found.
However, sometimes it’s not my job to fix it. I’m hired to do a job within my church, and currently that job is to keep our kids learning about Jesus! I could spout out my mission statement here, but I’ll save you from that. It’s not my job to fix dysfunctions in areas that don’t immediately concern my area of responsibility. However the little dysfunctions in other areas can seriously distract me. I want to fix them, I want to offer my two-cents, I want to make suggestions, and trust me I’m never short on opinions. However, I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut in meetings, and try to share my suggestions when I feel it’s appropriate. (and it might never be appropriate…)

So here’s the call out: How do you deal with the dysfunction distractions all around you? Or are you in that perfect world?

Bizarro

September 23, 2008 — 3 Comments

The only comic that makes me seriously laugh out loud.
Not the internet version of LOL, but audibly laughing out loud.

Sunday Morning Take-Off

September 22, 2008 — 3 Comments

Sunday Mornings are as busy as you might expect for a Children’s Pastor that is responsible for three services at church. One of the ways that I get a head start on what can be a long day is to get up and out of the house as early as possible. My wife rises much later and dresses the kids (after I’ve ironed their clothes the night before…), and meets me for the 8:30am service.

A few weeks ago I told my oldest son, Ryan, that if he got himself out of bed early and dressed himself that I would take him with me on a Sunday morning. Two weeks have passed without another word being said about it. Then yesterday morning I come out of my bedroom before 7:00am to see my two boys frantically trying to put on their church clothes. It seems they got up and got entirely dressed for church, but failed to realize that their church clothes were laid out in the living room. So they were changing out of their OU Sooner jerseys and soccer shorts to put on the new clothes. They looked at me so disappointed, like I wouldn’t take them since they weren’t ready. Of course I helped them get ready, and before the sun came up my boys and I headed to church.

These kids are 6 and 4 years of age, and the thought they they went to all that trouble just to spend some early morning Daddy time with me has totally blown me away. I can’t stop thinking about how disappointed they were that they weren’t ready, and started to tear up that I would just leave them there because they were not totally dressed. I’m sure I could come up with some super-spiritual point, but I’m not. I just wanted to say that I sure love these boys of mine, and I might have never been prouder they were mine.