So why haven't I been "expressing" myself? I'm not really sure of all the reasons but I do know a few. Mostly I write when I feel passionate about something. I really haven't been "on fire" for a whole lot lately. Spiritually with my relationship with Christ I am certainly fired up as ever but I've kind of sorted out what I'm supposed to be as a Christian and I don't express myself as much without there being some kind of a struggle. The Georgia Bulldogs have had such an uneventful season I honestly haven't felt like writing much. I'll go with the "if I can't say anything good don't say anything at all" rule here. So there has been a lack of inspiration but that is good in some ways. In college as an art major, much of my inspiration came from misery, pain, loneliness and the awkward transition from boy to man. I can't really say that for writing because there has been much joy in much of what I've written here. Still I haven't had much to say as of late.
So, for the sake of rambling on about something I will mention a few things not worthy of mentioning on their own.
It's Christmas time and I absolutely love this time of year to take a break away from work and spend time with family. Alisha and I went on our annual Christmas shopping day to Kennesaw, GA this past Saturday. I also look forward to this day and as we shopped Saturday I expressed to Alisha that I don't get why I get so excited about "shopping" day every year. She said it was because I get to spend the whole day with her without kids. She's right. It's also because I really like to see "what's new". In my busy life, I don't always get to stay on top of that in the big metropolis of Chatsworth, Georgia.
I've also given some thought to doing some community service while I'm off during the holidays. I still fight back road rage every day, especially where people (particularly Murray County, Georgia) don't understand what "slower traffic keep right" means. I thought maybe I could stand by one of those signs wearing something flashy maybe sequins, and wave at folks with one hand and point at the sign with the other. It might work even better if I waved with just one finger. Murray County is still the driving etiquette dumb-ass capital of the world. I'm out to save the county one dumb-ass at a time.
Now that we've established that I can say "dumb-ass" and still be a Christ follower, although there are those that might disagree( Jesus called out a fool when he saw one too although he was much more empowered to do so.) Let me tell you what's up with me spiritually. I have struggled greatly with understanding and patience (which is also why I think there are so many dumb-asses in Murray County) I have been in a place much like Kevin Costner's character in "Field of Dreams". "If you build it they will come". Unlike Costner I don't really ask "What's in it for me?" but I can't help but ask WHEN? When "What" you might ask? Well that's the funny part because I'm not sure. However through prayer I feel God is telling me to prepare for something significant. Prepare to rally with your family, your brothers and sisters at church and your community. I am excited about this. I haven't been smoking the hookah pipe although the title to this entry might suggest otherwise.
I am convinced daycare was designed either by the Mafia or teamsters, not that there's really a difference. In these parts if there is a chance of a snowflake sticking to the curb, school is going to close. My youngest, Carter 3, attends daycare. Our daycare chooses to close if the school system closes. Now with a school system I get it. Buses have to run here and there on country roads, many of which are in higher elevations that make for potentially treacherous travel. You simply can't have school just for those that can make it, because it's not fair to miss the education if you're one of those that can't. However, my daycare is a paid service in which I EXPECT to be carried out as I pay. Still, our daycare's owner sees a snowflake as a day off with pay. I have to pay whether she keeps Carter or not. What a racket! And she's got us by the gotcha too! What am I gonna do about it??
Well, there you have it. That's what I've been thinking lately, most of it not worthy of telling. Nonetheless, I live in Murray County so that officially makes me a dumb-ass, so please forgive me for being inconsiderate and wasting your time with my rambling. Merry Christmas and keep right you morons!
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