Husband. Dad to 5. Student Ministry Pastor. Follower of Jesus. Yatta yatta.

XXX WATER

This morning I went to go get a bagel and while waiting for them to make it into an egg thing-a-majig, I was checking out the beverages they sell in the fridge.


While examining them, I was thinking how stupid it is that America has like a thousand ways to buy bottle water when lots of the world has no water at all and we treat it like a fad with different shaped bottles that probably cost more than the water inside and that I promise you, I could come up with a new fandangled way to pitch water to you with some silly promise. One of them they sell is “smart water” which I’m positive is just water and it makes you dumb if you buy it thinking it will make you smart.

But then I saw the multi-colored vitamin water and thought, well at least those people might have legitimately jacked with their water and added food coloring and called it vitamins. In the process, I saw that they sell one called “XXX” water and so I walked over to read about it, assuming the bottle would claim it was some kind of aphrodisiac.

However I found this paragraph instead:

c-mon, get your mind out of the gutter, we only named this drink xxx because it has the power of triple antioxidants to help keep you healthy and fight the radicals so in case you’re wondering, this does not cost $1.99 a minute or contain explicit adult content or anything considered “uncensored”, it has not “gone wild!!!!” during spring break nor will clips of it be passed around the internet like a certain hotel heiress and it has never been seen nude, but it is definitely au naturale.

I laughed out loud.

I think that if you’re going to jack with people’s water and sell it to them with some amazing promise, you should at least have fun doing it. I now want to take a second job working for vitamin water. I want to write the silly smack talk they put on the side of the bottles. Somewhere in the world, someone right now is sitting in a cubicle in vitamin water land saying to themselves, “I can’t believe they pay me to do this.” I take that back, they’re probably on the ski slopes of Utah texting their latest paragraph to their boss while riding the lifts and laughing all the way to the bank as people buy colored water in the name of healthy living.

I’m jealous.

CASH FROM THE TRASH

TJ’s trash into cash project has meant that every Friday we’ve been bringing home cans and plastic bottles to be recycled. We’ve been stock piling them on the side yard and last week we took them in and….

Word on the street is the school has no idea what to do with the money since they never get money like this. This Friday everyone at school is getting ice cream… from money from the trash. Go figure.

There’s a lot of cash in the trash evidently.

Every week I do a pastor on call day at our church…. and this last week a guy needed to put his family up in a hotel for 2 nights. He said he just needed a place for them to get out of the rain and to get ahead. So we paid for 2 nights in a motel since he had recently lost his job… long story but his job currently, is digging the recycling out of the trash every night. He says that he makes $80 every night doing it.

I was so surprised how fast the CRV added up that I’ve stopped giving my bottles to my curbside recycling program. I’d rather give it to the school.

FINISHED

Another class at seminary is now officially over. I just finished my ethics class final. Now I think I can actually get a little normal back in my life. This class had me slammed ever since the fires and then having my computer stolen. That and soccer made this schedule quite the doozy. My apologies to those of you who were looking forward to reading my promised once a week journal entries. I managed to post only 2 of them for you in the time crunch. Sorry.

I was surprised to discover that this was class number 10 since I’ve been down here in SD. Man time flies and sometimes, I think school does not. I think I still have like 20 classes to go.

Next class starts Jan 10. – The writings of Paul.

ONE MONTH, ONE K, AND BEAT UP

Well, as of yesterday, a little over one month from the day I called USAA, I finally got my payment. They charged me for two incidents for the “two” break ins- told me there was nothing I could do about it, it’s how the contract is written. So my two break ins turned my weekend getaway with my wife into a $7 grand loss in stolen property that cost me a grand in freakin deductible payments to recover.

Merry Christmas from the thieves.

Last year around this time, I made this vow that I didn’t want to pay any money towards extra fees in 2008. No late fees on credit cards, no extra money spent that was unneeded. I just wanted to use the money I had for advancing the ship. Maybe even save some.

Well, in the first week of January I got a red light ticket by a red light picture thingy on my way home from Nor Cal that slapped me with like a $400 bill. Then our dishwasher broke. Then my clutch went out in my truck. Then the fuel pump went out in the Yukon and so did the tires. Now the gas guage is broken. My car got broken into and my computer stolen and well, if you ask me, financially I’d just assume 2007 go away.

Money and the stuff it buys are stupid.

I wish I didn’t like either of them.

I feel like they constantly beat me up and yet I’m attached to them and can’t leave. I think I need to go to a support group for battered and beaten husbands. I’m getting a divorce from money.

Crap. I think that costs money too.

SLAMMED AND SICK

That’s the reason for no posts in 10 days.  

Slammmmed with 2 papers due the last 2 mondays and a final due this monday for Seminary.
Sick with a cold.
Slammmmmmed with prep for christmas, a hiring process, the weekend, and missions preps.
Sick with a sore throat.
Slammmmmmmed with family coming preparations, 2 field trips, end of the season soccer parties, and…
well… I gotta go.  Pictures will come eventually.  My posting will be sparse for another week. 
don’t get sick and don’t get slammed… or at the very least, don’t do them at the same time.