Baxter's Freakin Vanilla

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, “Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?” Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
~Marianne Williamson~
Thought this was fairly cool. Also Geoff Hooper's new facebook picture is hilarious. Perfect for mocking. It would only have been better if it was Baxter's freakin' Vanilla. With a grenadine syrup.

More than I deserve

I have a wife who loves me.
I have a roof over my head.
I have an all too full belly.
I have a mostly pain free body.
I have a beautiful daughter.
I have a king size bed.
I have two TVs.
I shower with hot water.
I have a savings account.
I have no balance on my credit card.
I have three toilets.
I have AC in my house and my car.
Both my parents are alive.
I have never had to fight for anyone's country.
I have all my hair.
I have multiple sets of clean clothes.
I graduated from college.
I am destined for heaven.
I have great friends.
Faith is remembering I am God's precious treasure, even when I feel utterly worthless.

Washed whiter than....

Don't be alarmed if you notice half my blog gone. I had to sanitize it for reasons I'll never agree with. Just rest assured, my cynical brand of humor will live on. Just in a slightly less off color manner. That is all.
p.s. Sorry to AJ for having a bad night on his comment page. Won't happen again. Cause I'm taking my meds.

Really? ........Really?

Well the total is up to $64 dollars. I got an extravagant tip on a cookie order and as far as I'm concerned, that counts. Keep sendin' those checks!
Today was as typically Jon as it could get. First, I took the wrong route to my job interview this morning. Secondly, because I forgot an important paper in Laurie's office, I needed three attempts to find the building I needed to get to. Third, I had to sit in the guy's office whilst he called Bethany to make sure my Bachelor's degree was on the up and up.(It was.)
I then proceeded onward to get a toy for our child from a secondhand store Laurie had spoken to. Well lo and behold, the exit ramp was closed. After I had gotten turned around I went into the store only to find they had sold it.
Have you ever had anyone give you the finger on the road? It seems way more mean spirited when you're driving. My Mom gave me the finger once. I'm sure I'd just been smart with her.
I can fit half the length of Em's arm in my mouth. I know this because she seems to like testing my oral capacity with her hands.
Can I just say I'm so happy I only have hair growing on semi-normal parts of my body. Back hair being the weirdest and not very thick. No nose hair, ear hair or out of control kind of stuff. I saw a guy yesterday with eyebrows that had to be an inch long. Like he grows them out on purpose. Freaks me out man. Later wieners.

Progression and regression

Ten more dollars to add to the tally. That brings the grand total of operation "Feed Jon's Family" to $40. See, I told you I'd keep you updated.
On a sourer note, my dog peed on the floor this morning. Now she either did it for spite, cause she really couldn't hold it or because she has another infection of some kind. This coupled with the baby's unwillingness to embrace slumber and my unemployment have made for some hard times in maintaining the "Joy of the Lord".
I've completed my sixteenth mix CD and it ranges from Rhianna to Hinder to Norah Jones. I just love music. I love breaking down the different layers. I love singing harmonies. I love air guitaring or synthing along. I love sharing it with others.
OK gotta search more jobs. (Sigh)

Christmas wishes

What do I want for Christmas this year? Mom wants to know and I don't know what to tell her. Oh I think of things, I just can't remember to write them down anywhere. We don't give gifts anymore. Everyone has too much stuff. So we make a donation to something worthwhile and God-honoring in their names. Feels christmassy.
Well, fantasy football has begun and let the suck fest begin. One running back down and one bad choice on wide outs. Other than that our team is pretty much performing up to expectations. This is going to be my last year I've already decided. Even if we win the whole thing. I try not to participate too long in things I suck at. Except Christianity.
Man church. I'll let it resonate with you. Let it permeate your souls. Percolate in your minds. This has become my unofficial mission. To make church make sense for men. To offer something that will inspire and excite men about Christ and his mission. Feel free to tell me what would get you involved. Sorry, no naked chicks.(Neil!)
I just fell up the stairs. With a pop in my hands. An open pop. 'Nuff said.

Rescue 911!

Man I loved that show! And that was before Shatner started doing all the weird roles. Well I officially quit job #2 in 2 months. I'm starting to frustrate my wife. Kidding. She wants what's best for me and is more patient than I deserve. She also hugs and kisses our child in her sleep. Weird. The job hunt is on and I'm not going to stop till I get what I want. (hopefully)
I'm starting to think the hair is going to have to get cut. The reality is people judge you on your appearance and I need all the help I can get. This year marks the 10th anniversary of being on academic probation at Bethany. My first semester third year. Ahh memories. Lighters, living with Papa in the basement, and the only tournament Bethany men's softball has ever won!