08 January 2011

highlights of the day

1. Shoveling the driveway three times (okay, me twice, Jeanie once).
2. Scott Johnson's funeral, with its symbolism of flight
3. Caleb Laidig's dunk
4. Bethel beating Huntington--twice
5. Finishing ENGL 150 syllabus
6. Witnessing record breaking snowfall
7. Jeanie's Jamaican style brown-stew chicken
8. Watching "Wipeout" for five minutes
9. Completely ignoring the NFL on tv
10. Ice cream cake and popcorn

07 January 2011

literary quote of the day (1/7/2011)

"By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes."

-2nd Witch, Macbeth, Shakespeare

06 January 2011

A Nation of Cowards - The Atlantic

A Nation of Cowards - The Atlantic

firsts

Today was the...

1. First MERT meeting of the semester.

2. First class of the semester: "Sermon on the Mount & Story."

3. First office hour of the semester.

4. First time sledding this year.

5. First day of the rest of my life.

05 January 2011

january 5, 2011

"Papa, I just had to come in and say I love you."

I guess it couldn't wait until I finished my shower. That's okay; I'll let it slide. This time.

04 January 2011

numbers...

Number of of posts on this site in 2008: 47

Number of posts on this site in 2009: 107

Number of posts on this site in 2010: 96

Number of posts on this site so far in 2011: 3

Number of posts the author of this site has set for himself as a goal this year: 300

Number of days this year the author of this site will likely have absolutely nothing to say: 365

Number of entries this year in which the author will reference p90x: 93

Percentage of entries in the history of this blog that have been fictional or semi-fictional: 89

Percentage of entries in 2010 that were simply quotations from other authors: 62

Percentage of entries in the history of blog that have been true: 99.44

Number of times the author of this entry has fabricated a statistic: 5

Percentage of Bethel College students who should faithfully read this blog: 0

Number of walks in the woods author of blog has taken with his dog this year: 1

Percentage of those walks in which he accidentally trespassed onto private property: 100

Number of other human beings encountered during those walks: 0

Perfect temperature in Celsius for walking in the woods during January: -3

Favorite number: 33

Number of homeruns by author during 2010 fastpitch season: 11

Year of career high in homeruns (18): 2008

Number of times author has been runner-up in the World Series of Wiffleball: 2

Number times author has been world champion in the World Series of Wiffleball: 0

Most free throws author has ever made in a row: 125

Next best: 89

Most three pointers author has ever made in a row: 37

Shoe size: 11

Number of books read cover to cover in 2010: 49

Number of episodes of the Wonder Years author watched today while working out: 4

Age as of today: 40

Age as of tomorrow: 41

why i do p90x workouts

Reason #1:

Because if I don't workout hard on a regular basis, it becomes painful to play basketball and nearly impossible to concentrate while trying to read and comment on essays.

Reason #2:

Because I like being able to do more than five pullups without feeling like I want to pass out.

Reason #3:

Because I can't help myself; it's a habit now.

Reason #4:

Because I like bringing two guns and a six pack to the party.

Reason #5:

Because if those people on the commercial can do it, why can't I?

Reason #6:

Because I like sweet baby ray's barbecue sauce way too much, and if I didn't burn A LOT of calories virtually every day I might be ginormously fat.

.... to be continued....

03 January 2011

homerun

Today, Sydney hit the longest homerun of her relatively short wiffleball career, a towering bomb to left-center field. I tossed one to her at the knees and out over the plate and she let go with the smoothest left-handed swing I've seen her make, head perfectly to ball. Crack! Papa laughs.

Not just because it's January and we're playing wiffleball, not just because Sydney is four and requested wiffleball, but because his daughter cackled as she raced around the imaginary bases in our frozen backyard.

"Good pitch, Papa!" she said, as she picked up the bat. "If we played for the Cubbies, we'd be stars."