two thousand six post seventeen

so i've got to get this off my chest. i'm a murderer/cold blooded killer/taker of life. pick your descriptor. thats right, i ran over a chipmunk yesterday with a golf cart at shaker run. it was a total accident. he/she/it was standing in the middle of the cart path and zigged when i thought it was going to zag, so i clipped him with the rear passenger side tire and abruptly ended his life. here's a picture of him:

i'm pretty sure the odds of that actaully being him in that pic aren't that good, but you get the idea. i really did(and still do a little bit) feel bad. it wasn't my intention to run over him. i thought he would vacate the cart path before i got to him. granted i didn't really slow down or hit the brakes, but i blame mostly him for being too proud to move and trying to stare me down. r.i.p. my furry little friend that i never really got to know. in his honor i have made a $16 donation to peta.

in other fun news, i was able to encounter my first sobriety check point in blue ash on sunday night. kim and i went down to the taste of cincinnati with kim, jason, glen, katie, nate and his girlfriend(whose name i can't for the life of me remember, but she's really cool). i had three beers over the course of the evening that started about 8:00pm and ended at 11:00pm. in my judgement that wasn't even nearly enough to impair me from being able to operate a motor vehicle. i'm very careful about how much i'm going to drink if i know i'm going to drive. i had a friend in grade school whose father was killed by a drunk driver and that had a major impact on my life and still does to this day. so as we pull through the check point the officer comes over and asks me to roll down my window to which i complied. he immediately said he could smell beer/that i was slurring my speech, and asked me to get out of the car. he then shoves be into the side of the car and tries to put the handcuffs on me. i resisted a little as i was in pain from being shoved into the car and he drew his nightstick and hit me in the lower back and legs repeatedly until i fell to the ground and he then arrested me. those last four sentances are a complete fabrication(take a deep breath mom). i actually stopped to get gas and noticed that there was a check point down the road and had kim drive just to be safe. we didn't even get stopped, but i wasn't sure exactly how much it takes to blow over a .08 and wasn't interested in finding out if a beer an hour was. i want to reiterate that i in no way advocate drinking and driving and if kim or i had any question as to my ability to drive home i would have had her drive. the situation just made me take pause to think about it.

this just in, gas prices still suck and now really hot weather sucks too....

two thousand six post sixteen

so i lost my gas cap the other day, no big deal right? it should be pretty cheap to replace a little piece of plastic that doesn't really do anything essential to the cars operation right? wrong. the dealership wanted $25 for the part. now i realize that $25 isn't that much money, but it's the principle of them gouging me for a part they manufactured for $2.50. so i of course told them to go pound sand and bought one online for $9.00. the nerve of the cats is unbelievable. first, they do everything they can to rape you on the price of the car, then they kill you to have the standard maintenance done, and now this. i'm about to start walking everywhere.

what's worse than that you ask? well, carson palmer's career is over now. he's done, he'll never get on the field for the bengals again. mark it down people. that's right, he's on the cover of sports illustrated this week and that means he's now subject to the curse of the cover. that cover is witchcraft and know he's never going to be the same. who does p.r. for the bengals? how did this happen? they were so close to turning it around. oh well, we can always think back to last year as the bengals glory days of our lifetime. here's the link if you don't believe in the curse yet......

two thousand six post fifteen

i'm not even going to bother with coming up with a reason for not blogging that much lately. you're all welcome for that. :) last night at small group we spent a fair amount of time discussing the tension that exists in the church today and why that tension happens in the first place. basically what we came up with was that all this tension is caused by the fact that we as a human race always have to complicate everything to the nth degree. when the new testament church was starting it was layed out pretty simply in the Bible by Jesus. ever since that point we have been steadily moving away from those simple/straight forward ideas into the religous mire that the current worldwide church as a whole is in. a great example of this is all the to do that is being made by some Christians/churches about the davinci code movie that is coming out. if for one second we believe that this movie is outside of God's control and won't eventually serve to bring Him glory in some way that we may never understand then we are misunderstanding why the universe was created in the first place(to bring God glory. period.). if you can't already tell this sort of "lets rally the christians around a stupid movie and try to get people to not go" movement bothers me to a degree. focus on the big picture people and trust that God will work out the small stuff that we get our panties all in a bunch about. enough ranting....

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