Soakin' Up Life . . . at a 100 MPH!

One of the things that has caught my ear (and my mind - I know, it's a sick one) is what people say. Often times we say or write things that I question. I ask, "Is that what they really mean?", or "As opposed to. . .?" Think about it for a moment. Here are some things I've read or heard recently that made me wonder what they were thinking: 1) Full-gospel church - like the rest of us only preach half of the gospel - still wondering about this one. 2) Imitation suede/leather - why don't they just say it's real (authentic) fake stuff 3) Speed checked by radar - as opposed to checking with a watch? Isn't this how law enforcement monitors our speed - OK, I was in Lousiana when I saw this one? 4) Classis Rock - what they're really trying to say is that real rock music has been relegated to the "oldies" but not the really old stuff (50's) - man, I'm starting to feel old now 5) Partly cloudy - as opposed to partly sunny...

OK, the NFL has already had a game - don't get all the pre-season hype, it's nothing but a bunch of scrimmages set to make the organizations more money. Agree or disagree, it's not the point. Here's what where I want to go - NCAA!! Now that I'm in Alabama I have to get used to other conferences besides the Super Conference - oh that would be the BIG 12. Sorry, I'm a little biased, but you understand. I am willing to give it a shot, though. I don't own anything in crismson with a white "A" or the phrase "Roll Tide" on it yet, but they are the team I will be rooting for this fall. While my blood is still burnt orange and my hand automatically makes the "Hook 'em Horns" sign, I will be rooting for Alabama . In spite of these pious but deep ramblings I am ready for college football. Now there's hype, there's fan(atics)s, there's commitment and loyalty. I'm ready to gather with a gang of crazed fans just for the ...

Well, after much investigation and input I finally have a name for my Passat - so what if I only recieved one suggestion and I spent some time on one web site. I have cristened her Pia . Pia is Italian for "polite; obedient". I looked for something in German, but to tell you the truth I'm not sure I could pronounce her name correctly, then there's the fact that most of the names had a masculine feel/sound to them. Pia - I LIKE IT! Ciao Mike

Rain - that's what it has done every day for the last two weeks. I'm ready for some sun, BABY! Sometimes when I come home at night I see what I used to call fog, now I call it steam. Not only has it been raining a lot lately, BUT it's hot to boot. How hot? Last Saturday I was putting some boxes out in the driveway when it began to rain. It had been so hot that the rain coming off of the roof was HOT! It wasn't lukewarm or near cool. It has hot. Hot rain - who in the world came up with this idea? Well, I've got to go run some errands. Hold on a sec . . . Yeah those are my waders, Pastor's are in his office. OK, I'm back. Someone tried to steal my waders. By the way, does anyone besides God and Noah know how to build an ark? I wonder if there are plans on the internet. Soaked to the bone, Mike

Moving - why do we do it? I mean, there's the packing, the moving, the unpacking. Then there's decision after decision after decision about where to put stuff. And we ALWAYS have more stuff than we need. Of course, we also must notify everyone that we're moving so we get our bills paid on time. Then there's setting up new services, deposits, and the everlasting meeting the technician sometime between dawn and dusk. See what I mean? I need a conference call with whoever dreamed up this torture. Wait a minute. . .God is that you? Oh no, everything's fine, just picking up some boxes and stuff. Where do you think I ought to put this book? Uhh. . .that's good. . .sure why not there? Alright, God caught me. Gotta go. Dad wants to have a talk. . . .Yeah, but Wally made me do it! Mike