The world of blogging

I have just verified my blog site with Google. I thought that I was somewhat knowledgeable about computers, the internet, blah blah blah, but in trying to find stats for my blog has been cumbersome. I searched through blogspot for stats only to find that I had to verify my site with Google to acquire those stats. So after an hour passed and reading over and over again Google's process to verify my site, only so people can search and find my blog, I have, hopefully, achieved what I set out to do. The blogging world is gigantic and can be difficult to wade through all of the things you can do. I think my next task will be learning how to edit HTML and possibly creating or at least editing my own template. However, the only time I get to play with my blog site is when I am at work. If anyone out there, if you are lucky enough to read my posts, let me know of any good tips for templates or sites that can help you learn how to edit and create templates.


So now if you search the word crap you can find me and if you search the phrase "glory hole users" you will find my brother's blog page. Happy hunting.

Well Crap!

I get to work this afternoon set everything up and spill my cup of coffee on the desk. It isn't even my desk. I sit at the vacant desk until someone fills an empty position my department has. Then I will sit at another desk until the office closes at 5 o'clock. I started writing this blog with no point in mind. No direction or path where I wanted to take the 1 or 2 people, who are my brother and my wife, that read my new posts, until I started writing. My Grandma, when she would get flustered or upset, would always say some type of phrase. As kids, and as adults, my brother and I would find it funny when she had a slip of the tongue. Such as, "Aww shit" or "Damn it." I still find it amusing when she says these things. My wife, Julie, when we were dating recalled a time where she overheard my grandmother cussing at her dog one morning while giving him a bath.

Not much more to say except I had one of those moments this afternoon with my spill and then thinking my son will get to have those experiences I had. He will get to see my mother and Julie's mom, who am I kidding, he will hear and see his parents having those moments as well.

A New Revival

Last night, Julie and I went to hear a speaker at our church. He is a well known evangelist in the Assembly of God denomination and had delivered an impactful sermon earlier that morning. We both had the idea of going to hear him again in the evening service. Well........we heard him. No disrespect to the speaker, but it was the same type of "revival sermon" we grew up hearing. I was disappointed. The first 30-40 minutes seemed like a not so great stand up routine followed by 2 solo song performances, by himself. Then there was the sermon or lack there of.

I do not want to sound like I am bashing merely critiquing what I heard. The message was not any different than what I was used to growing up hearing the preacher state we need a new revival, a fresh tough. We need to see miracles again. His scripture that he had lined up was good and could have expounded a very thought provoking and challenging sermon. But it was another get caught up in the emotional train ride to get "pumped up." The kicker was hearing him say at the end of the sermon his soapbox on how our president does not get any credit from the "liberal" news media for the good things he does. Mainly not allowing partial birth abortions. The other was saying that today is worse fighting the war on terror. He went as far to say that it makes Adolf Hitler seem like a Sunday School picnic. WHAT? We better stop that train right here. Without going into a whole diatribe of rebuts I will disagree, just a tad...o.k. a whole lot, with that statement.

The disappointing part of the whole evening was that we did not feel connected to anything in the service except for the worship in the beginning. I want to continue to feel and hear of relationship with God that is long lasting; that is about intimacy; that is about a life's journey; about community. However, I did take a few nuggets away from the service. It was more self introspection and reflection on my own relationship with God. And I would probably go back, if I had the time, mainly for more communion with God and fellowship with the other parishioners.