A friend at church sent us this picture. The caption was "What to wear when your wife wants you to do the chores."
I've been tripled tagged so I guess I better do something about it. For those who tagged me, I wasn't ignoring you, but according to the rules I'm supposed to tag eight more people and I don't know eight more blogs that haven't already been tagged. I didn't want to be the one to break the chain and cause catastrophic events, prove to be unloving, unpatriotic, unfaithful, or be cursed for the next seven years. So, here are my eight unusual things about me (I can't say unknown, because they've probably all been sermon illustrations at some time in the past.)
1. I am paranoid about spelling. Praise God for spell-check. I'm mostly paranoid that everyone else in my family are all incredible spellers and don't have to think twice about any word. I avoid names and places especially because I'm afraid of misspealling thim!
2. Of all my Rootisms and thought provoking wise saying, the hardest one for me to remember to say to myself - several times a day - is "It really doesn't matter." It's my biggest defense against, as Elizabeth says, being annal retentive! (Did I spell that right?)
3. While we did use Bible names for our children, the toughest part was coming up with their middle names. All three names came from relatives.
4. I am totally comfortable with my age and thankful for every day God has given me, but the biggest thing I miss about the "old days" is being able to sing well. I'm talking way back before botox-shots time.
5. After a battery of psychological tests for Harding's mission internship program in 1972, the counsellor said I was "Very honest. Very stable. Very extrovert." And that was all he said.
6. My mother is still one of the most intelligent women I've ever known in my life.
7. If I were starting over again, I wouldn't be a full time minister. I'd be in vocational ministry of some form. I love ministry and preaching and can't imagine doing anything else, but I'd truly love to be self supporting some how.
8. When I was a kid in school, I thought my middle name Rand was so corny that I told people it was Randy. Later I liked having my mothers maiden name as my middle name.
So there they are. Just the first eight things I thought about on a Monday morning when I skipped going hunting because of potential rain that turned out to be late and wouldn't have arrived until after my hunting time. Oops, is that number nine?
2 comments:
I was just on the phone with Pat, explaining to him what I've been doing this morning. I used the phrase, "But does it really matter?" He said, "Have you been reading your Dad's blog, because he wrote that for his #2 of eight things." I said, "No, I haven't read it yet, but I think I've heard that phrase enough that I say it to myself regularly!"
Of course, I had to log-on to blogspot and see your post--great job on your eight things!!
I don't think this one is meant to be a "chain-type" tag, by the way, so don't worry about any harm coming to you. But be careful, this comment will self-destruct in approximately 60 seconds...
Re: #5 - The counselor didn't say "very cute," but that's what I said when I saw you for the first time! :)
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