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Smokin' Hot

The Prairie Cats playing in a parking lot on a sunny day in the middle of the day in July. It doesn't get much hotter than that.

Disclaimers Don't Work

Next time I put a disclaimer on a blog posting, it will be size bajillion font.

That being said, thank you all for your kind words of encouragement.

Expert? Jack of Trades?

Warning: although the following may not actually be funny, it is meant tongue in cheek.

So... I am talentless. This is what has been floating around on the top of my brain for the last couple of weeks. Or more to the point, I find myself in a group of friends (who I am NOT giving up), in which my talents and areas of expertise are not exactly right at the front of being needed.

I look at some of my friends, like Nate (from 88 Improv), Billy, or Suzie, and they have that combination of talent and vision that makes them absolutely amazing to be around. I have more friends, like Nate (from Jitterbugs) or Dan, who are so knowledgeable and passionate about certain subjects that they are a joy just to listen to. Those are the kinds of things that I wish I had ... talent, vision, knowledge, passion.

Or more to the point, I wish I was recognized for it.

Sort of. I made a decision long ago about the part that I liked to play in society. I like to be the trashman or recycler, give me the tough stuff no one else can handle. The unthanked jobs that need to be done. I'll do it, hopefully without complaining. I can be very tenacious, focused and determined... but who knows? Nobody, because I am fairly unambitious by societal standards, I'm not really a self-promoter, and the jobs I like to do are not noticed.

So do I have talent, vision, knowledge, and passion? YES! Well after all, God leaves no person purposeless. My talent is discernment, my vision is for fulfilled human beings, my knowledge is how to be with and talk to people who need someone there, and my passion is human beings.

Okay, I know a little about baseball, golf, and construction too...

There is no way for me to be recognized for the differences I have made, because let's face it, some of the things I've heard are not for public consumption. I believe, however, I am appreciated, and that will have to be enough for me.

My talent is for people.

Too bad when you put me in a crowd of them and I think I have to perform.

Lara Croft was here...

Actually I'm not writing anything about Lara Croft, I just thought it would get your attention and make you read this, you know, the old blog & switch. This is really just going to be a random thoughts post.

You all are missing out on some big fun when you don't come to Spanky & Mae's Tuesday dance party. It's way more than a dance party, in fact it is pretty much as random as it gets. Last night we chowed down on cinnamon breadsticks, danced, went to Menard's to research mirrors, danced some more, and watched two episodes of Farscape. The only thing that is a guarantee there is fun will be had by all.

I'm kind of bummed that I bought that new lawn mower, and haven't had a chance to use it hardly at all. I got over an inch of rain this week but I don't think it is going to be enough to make the grass grow significantly.

I just got a phone call from Mae asking me for some help. I am not going to say what she asked, but any doubts I might have had about being a member of her "family of choice" have been put to rest... I have officially reached brother status.

My car has the stupid "check engine" light on.

Cherokee keeps vascilating between being deaf and hearing okay. I don't quite understand it. I suppose that a visit to the vet is in order, but he is just fine in every other way but his hearing.