Oh don’t you just hate it when this happens. So I’m sitting here thinking about Sarah’s wedding while I am supposed to be finishing the message for tomorrow and it dawns on me I now have an other brother dave. Perhaps a few of you are too cool to have watched Bob Newheart, but in this show there was a guy who used to say “Hi my name is Larry this is my brother Daryl and my other brother Daryl.” Well I missed my perfect opportunity to say “Hi my name is Tim this my brother Dave and this is my other brother Dave” Ok lame i suppose, but the old folks would have got a kick out of it and really those are the laughs you need to aim for at such functions.
Anyway Sarah and Dave’s wedding was quite spectacular, all warm and fuzzy and generally allot of fun. Not that i was expecting a whole lot different. I was just thinking it may be a little more formal you know. Anyway so now i guess the pressure is on for us to have a fun wedding too. I’m sure we are up to the task. Yesterday we booked the hall, Five-Mile Hall to be exact. not quite as fancy as some of the hotels we looked at but with some decorations it think it will be allot more us, and hopefully a little more homey feeling. I already started looking up some sweet wedding tunes nothing like a little billy idol. anyway I should get back to work now but any suggestions let them fly. peace kids
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Saturday, September 23, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
To school again...
Do you ever get nostalgic for those old days? Ok, so that’s a retarded question. Everyone gets nostalgic from time to time. This week with all the kiddies going back to school, I had a throwback to that feeling I used to get walking to school in the crisp pre autumn air. It was weird, with the smell of the dew and the leaves just starting to change I had that feeling down deep in the gut that used to remind me I was off for another year of the unknown, but soon to be taught. It is kinda a mix of disappointment in a summer gone, a little nervousness to see classmates and find out where you lie in the pecking order, I guess excitement would be in there too just because it is a start of something new.
I even remembered the smell of the high school the first day of classes. It was always odd, I had my locker somewhere between the cafeteria and the shop wing so it was a mix of engine oil, sawdust, pancakes, and hash-browns, not to mention the musk of a thousand or more high school students.
I never really liked school I mean I survived and I had some good times in there in between. But for the most part I just remember not really knowing where I belonged. I was known for being a Christian but was too Lutheran to hang out with the “Bible bashers” (Good folk just a little too hyper for my tastes). I played football for a year but was never really hard core. One of the big regrets of those years was quitting, but when your heart is not in it what can you do? I was too unsure of myself to be in the cool crowd (though I realize that may sound like an oxymoron to some), And I was not dorky enough to be an outcast. I had friends but they had their own groups where they belonged. I would just kinda float.
German and English class were places I could be myself, though they were my best and worst class by a margin of sixty percent or so. I just loved to debate, In German we would talk bout just about everything with just a smidgen of German in there as well. Which probably explains the lower of my marks. In English we expressed as many thoughts but actually got grades for doing it effectively in a language I could understand so that helped. My favorite time though was hanging out in the library during spare ten to fifteen of us seniors would take over the middle island of desks and “study” it was an odd mix if just about every social group there was in the high school from the artsy-fartsy, the pot head, the jock, she who belonged to those prone to being more scantily clad, the musician, and everything in-between plus me. No one really belonged so everyone was welcome, I felt right at home.
Anyway I was just thinking of those days again. Lest we forget you know… (and yes I do think it is just as important to remember what kids go through on a day to day basis, as it is to remember those who have fallen in war. If we are not concerned about the quality of life, spiritual, and emotional well being of the future generations, why did those great men and women have to die to preserve this way of life in the first place?)
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I even remembered the smell of the high school the first day of classes. It was always odd, I had my locker somewhere between the cafeteria and the shop wing so it was a mix of engine oil, sawdust, pancakes, and hash-browns, not to mention the musk of a thousand or more high school students.
I never really liked school I mean I survived and I had some good times in there in between. But for the most part I just remember not really knowing where I belonged. I was known for being a Christian but was too Lutheran to hang out with the “Bible bashers” (Good folk just a little too hyper for my tastes). I played football for a year but was never really hard core. One of the big regrets of those years was quitting, but when your heart is not in it what can you do? I was too unsure of myself to be in the cool crowd (though I realize that may sound like an oxymoron to some), And I was not dorky enough to be an outcast. I had friends but they had their own groups where they belonged. I would just kinda float.
German and English class were places I could be myself, though they were my best and worst class by a margin of sixty percent or so. I just loved to debate, In German we would talk bout just about everything with just a smidgen of German in there as well. Which probably explains the lower of my marks. In English we expressed as many thoughts but actually got grades for doing it effectively in a language I could understand so that helped. My favorite time though was hanging out in the library during spare ten to fifteen of us seniors would take over the middle island of desks and “study” it was an odd mix if just about every social group there was in the high school from the artsy-fartsy, the pot head, the jock, she who belonged to those prone to being more scantily clad, the musician, and everything in-between plus me. No one really belonged so everyone was welcome, I felt right at home.
Anyway I was just thinking of those days again. Lest we forget you know… (and yes I do think it is just as important to remember what kids go through on a day to day basis, as it is to remember those who have fallen in war. If we are not concerned about the quality of life, spiritual, and emotional well being of the future generations, why did those great men and women have to die to preserve this way of life in the first place?)
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
So guess what? Tim is getting married!!! Astounding I know!! i asked Erika to marry me on Tuesday and she actually said yes. I was and am quite happy. I planned a nice little picnic down at O’ Brian park, fried up some shrimp, put together a salad got some drinks had it all setting on ice. I called Erika just as she was getting off work and asked if she had eaten yet. She said “yes”... Nuts! (apparently she was starving so she ate supper early). We went down to O’ Brian anyway. She kept on asking me if I was alright, like I was acting weird or something seeing as how I was about to ask the most important question in my life. Anyway I smoothly dodged the prodding by implying she was the one acting weird, what can I say I’m a charmer. Anyway so we walked down to to the river I ate our supper with Erika sitting beside me on driftwood on the beach. Anyway she was starting to get weirded out by my acting weird so we walked a little further down the river sat on a log dangling our feet in the water and i popped the question. Suddenly it all made sense the questions about rings, her dad taking off to town to have coffee with “someone”, the shrimp dinner (she loves shrimp I’m not so hot on it), me apparently acting weird. So March 3rd anyone? I would love to say we are just having a nice little wedding but each of her parents have like twenty siblings symptoms of being mennonite I guess. So looks like small is a little out of the question. Anyway it’s nice to have Sarah’s wedding to focus on right now so we can kinda put stuff on the back burner and let it simmer for a bit. Anyway that’s my news. Love you all. peace
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