I confess that I’ve been a bad blogger this past week – I didn’t even post a Friday Funny – pretty lame. I’ll do better this week.
I confess I read something about a reality TV guy on some sort of duck hunting show who said some insensitive things a few weeks back. Has anybody else heard about this? I was just wondering if anyone has an opinion on it? Maybe I’ll check on Facebook…
I confess that I just had a few sips of a “green smoothy” that my wife made for me… not sure how I feel about this. Is there a way to make this thing taste more chocolaty & still keep its nutritional value?
I confess that I think that 2 million people getting coverage through the ACA seems like decent audience participation. I hope they continue to work on this thing, to make it fair for all parties. I hate to see anyone getting hosed. Although I’m happy that some folks who needed coverage will get it (like me and my family), I think I’m more pleased to see that more than 4 million people have been found eligible for Medicaid and the Children’s Health Insurance Program. I know what it means to feel vulnerable, and to have a little help from your friends.
I confess that chocolate scented hand-soap is a terrible idea. It doesn’t taste like it smells.
I confess that our 14 year old Brittany, Lucy-dog, is not doing well. She she keeps getting up to leave the room and then forgets where she was going. It’s so sad. She walks around looking confused and then comes to find me or Kristin, as if to ask us if we can help her remember where she was headed. The poor dog doesn’t seem to be in too much pain yet, but she can’t hear or smell, moving slow, no appetite, trouble w/stairs, can’t get up on our bed, keeps going to the bathroom in the house, and seems generally depressed. We are currently having the discussion of when you say enough. I’ve never had to do this before. I confess that I have no idea how to make that decision… it’s going to hurt.
I confess that I like the Winter Olympics better than the summer games. Maybe it’s because I grew up in Kansas, so winter events seem more exotic. It could just be that I was a little boy when I got hooked, and I just liked things that go fast, like bobsleds and alpine skiers. My favorite new Winter Olympic sport is the Ski Cross event. Head to head ski racing – genius. My boys and I watched the finals together in 2010. I confess that as I write about how much I love the Olympics, I’m aware that yesterday I preached three sermons on the dangers of competition. I confess that I wrote an entire chapter in the new book I’m writing (Shrink), on the failure of competition – all about how it often shapes us and our culture in ways that are in conflict with the world Jesus was imagining. I confess that I have no way to solve this tension.
I confess that I love snow skiing. When I was a kid I used to have dreams about it all winter long. I still do sometimes. It is one of the most enjoyable activities I can imagine, combining three of my favorite things: winter, the Rocky Mountains, and speed.
I confess that I’m not a very good multi-tasker. Is this a guy thing? I cannot write a blog post and have a conversation at the same time. I can’t read and eat simultaneously. I can’t read with the radio on. I can’t play a game and watch television. I’m a terrible multi-tasker. Unless I’m driving. I can multi-task like crazy when I’m behind the wheel. No, seriously. I’m so good at texting and driving. I can safely write a 700 word blog post while driving down the ro