The End. Roll Credits

November 30, 2006

It’s my own fault. I keep bringing it up. I don’t even know why. I, for one, am so tired of the endless conversations surrounding dating, marriage, how to understand the opposite sex blah blah blah blah…. I no longer care to figure out how it’s suppose to work. It will work out when it’s suppose to, how it’s suppose to. I hereby throw in the proverbial towel. Besides, all of these inane conversations and comments are so general. There are NO rules that are general when it comes to this kind of stuff, save two. In all things ask yourself these questions. 1. Do my attitudes and actions honor God and reflect HIS love for this person? 2. Are my attitudes and actions gracious and honest towards the other person.

Other than that, it’s all academic anyway. Therefore, there will no longer be open forums for relationship questions/frustrations/what-have-yous on this blog.

As my first offering of non-relationship diatribe inducing posts, I present a holiday poem.

‘Twas the month before Christmas and all through the town,
Not a Tiger fan was stirring, not one could be found.

Christmas was coming, but no one could care,
the stench of defeat still hung in the air.

Coach Bowden was tossing, sleepless in bed,
while visions of Gamecocks still danced in his head.

He was wearing his cap, which read, “Go Crimson Tide!”
And trying to forget how his season had died.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

He stood at the window, his lower lip quivered,
The lesson was hard the Ol’ Ball Coach delivered.

The moon on the breast of the Death Valley grass,
Showed Gamecock footprints from the game that had passed.

When, what did he see while adjusting his hat,
But a great Cock-a-boose, pulled by ragged, orange cats.

With a cool-handed driver, not a sweat did he break,
Bowden knew in a moment, it must be St. Blake.

The cats were so tired, they pulled with a strain,
So Blake beat them and shouted, and called them by name.

Now, Proctor! Now, CJ! Now, Reggie and James!

On, Stuckey! On, Adams! On, Gaddis and Duane! We’ll ride through the Valley again ‘fore I’m done, And rub that old rock one more time, just for fun.

As the footballs within the wild “Cock and Fire” fly,
Dumbfounding the DB’s, as they watch them go by,

Around and around, the poor Tigers flew,
With a Cock-a-boose full of Gamecocks, and Blake Mitchell too!


Then the Gamecocks stood guard o’er the Tigers out back,
As they painted poor Tommy’s house garnet and black.


As Bowden drew in his hand, and was turning around,
The Ghost of Steve Spurrier was seen floating down.


He was dressed all in fur from his toes to his chin,
He had made a new coat from some old Tiger skins.


Several more Tigers, he had flung on his back,
Jacoby, Jad Dean and Davis, in fact.


His eyes – how they twinkled! His countenance – how merry!
He was thinking of the team his young Gamecocks had buried.


Then suddenly above the Great Spectre appeared,
The names of all the coaches he had whipped through the years.

The victory torches still smoldered beneath,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.


But Tommy stood blank-faced, his stomach still queasy,
He knew that next year was not going to be easy.


He was sad and disgruntled, a mere shell of a man,
And Steve laughed when he saw him, and thought of HIS FANS.


They stood face to face, Bowden wanted to run.
He could hear the theme song from 2001.


The Ghost spoke not a word, but went straight to his plan,
Leaving Tanneyhill bobbleheads for all those at hand.


And raising his visor in salute as on cue,
He said, “See ya next year!”, and he faded from view.


Blake sprang to the Cock-a-boose, to the cats said, “Let’s go!”,
The Tigers all cried saying, “No, Blake, please no!”

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove through the gate,
“Happy Christmas to all, 31 – 28!”


My dad is a smart man.

November 30, 2006

My dad says that most people see life like a game of pinball. Most people think that their ball has to hit certain levers on the way down or they lose the game. If the ball doesn’t hit those levers just so, then they think there must be something wrong. He says that life just isn’t that way, and that the levers we think our ball has to hit may not be the way God is working. Sometimes when we think our ball isn’t hitting all the right levers just the right way, it’s actually exactly doing what it’s suppose to.

Throw out your check list.


Shawn Says…

November 29, 2006

In response to thoughts on how to pursue a woman…

Shawn Maze said…
I think the proper terminology would be searching or looking. That is how you “find” something (Proverbs 31:10, Proverbs 18:22). I think this better communicates the intent and perspective men who are desiring godly women should have. A woman wants to be “pursued” as it relates to being desired and a man taking the initiative. But once she is “caught”, she does not want to be regarded like a “trophy” which is put on the shelf and admired from time to time as a reminder of his great qualities or merit.Instead, she can still be desired and sought after by a man who is taking the initiative. But if a man is “searching” and “finds” a wife, then she is regarded like a “treasure” and a reminder of God’s goodness and favor toward the man. It is her great qualities that are celebrated and regarded as worthy of reflection.In regards to what prompted this discussion, I would suggest not worrying about a woman’s reasoning. If you don’t agree or can’t understand her choices, then take that as confirmation that she was not a good find for you. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter and she is not obligated to provide justification for her decision. If someone is going to be at risk and get hurt it needs to be the man. Men are to be vulnerable, women are to be protected. If you are known for having this mindset, you can ask a lot of ladies out in search of the hidden treasure God has for you without being blacklisted (Phil. 2:4). Seek to cultivate the reputation of a sincere man in search of a wife and who can accept a “no” graciously and move on. You may actually find a woman who decided to make sure she was in your path as a result of your reputation. Just my 2 ยข


Ponder-worthy

November 29, 2006

“The heart will lead you to places the mind would never choose to go.”
-Bill Johnson


I Love My Big Bro!

November 28, 2006

As many of you know, I am currently looking for employment. I submitted my resume to work for Chick-fil-a corporate in their training department. Today, they sent me an email informing me that “other candidates fit our needs better, therefore, we will not be pursuing you at this time.”

I emailed my family to update them. My big bro’s response made me laugh. Hard. Outloud. In the library.

Cheryl: Chick-fil-a doesn’t want me. Back to the proverbial drawing board.

Chris: Chick-fil-a didn’t invent the snub….they just perfected it. Go eat a BIG ASS cheeseburger. Love ya.


Personal Boundary

November 27, 2006

J: Cheryl, how about eharmony…

C: (interupting) Stop. I am no longer accepting suggestion – only invitations.

Ladies, can I get an “amen”?


Old Married Guys I Have a Crush On

November 24, 2006

George W. Bush
Tony Blair
Paul Hewson
Kirk Herbstreit
James Rosen
Benjamin Netanyahu
John Stewart

Cool points for whomever can tell me who the last two lucky studs are. Jared, you can’t play…