Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A PP'sPs about Lists

Earlier this week, Momma J (Julie, Christy's mom) posted a short list of things that she missed about Christy.

Because attempting a similar list myself would never end, I decided to compose a list of all the things that I do NOT miss about Christy....

Well, I guess this is officially my shortest post to date.

Missing every minute detail,


Monday, February 9, 2009

A PP'sPs about Erectile Dysfunction

A very strange thing happened to me today:

I quit golf!

It's not permanent, but I quit golf today!

After having lunch with a colleague, I went to a nearby golf course to play 18 holes. My first drive was a great shot in the fairway. Then, because I had driven my cart 5 yards into the rough, a jerk from back at the tee screamed at me to get my cart off the grass and back on the path. I hadn't even realized that it was "cartpath only". So now I'm hacked off. My next shot, after waiting for the foursome in front of me to clear the green, was awful! The next shot was equally awful! For the next 3 holes, I have to wait forever to hit each successive awful shot because the group in front won't let me play through, further hacking me off. Finally, they let me play through, just to get caught behind another slow group that won't let me play through. After 3 awful shots on that hole, I put my 6 iron back in my bag, got in my cart, and drove to the clubhouse.

I only played 5 holes! And I gave up! On golf! I couldn't perform! It was golf's version of erectile dysfunction. The guy at the clubhouse even offered to let me start again on the 10th hole, but I just didn't have it in me. Golf! Not in me! The world is coming to an end!

I honestly have no explanation for this inexplicable event. I wish I did. I pray that it never happens again. If it does, go ahead and prepare to visit me in a padded room!

Unable to perform,


Saturday, February 7, 2009

A PP'sPs about Posting

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.

I just haven't had much to say lately.

I'm kind of in a funk right now. I can't tell if I'm coming or going. I don't know if I'm getting better or getting worse. I don't know if I'm ready to move on or if I'm sinking deeper into despair. I suppose this is my lot for awhile. I know that God will guide me through this phase just as He has each previous phase. My God is faithful!

Coming and Going,