Archive for May, 2007

Well, they are on their way to horsepistol…

Donna and Wesley and Latrina are on their way to the horsepistol.

At least that is what my Dad used to call it.  The horsepistol, that is.  I guess they are going to get things going tonight with a pill and start the IV drip to induce labor around 7 in the morning.  Donna is following in her car and will return home after they get the expectant parents settled in for the night.  Donna says they are planning on keeping her for a total of three nights.  I know when my daughter had Amelia they went home the same day!

You know it was so long ago that my kids were born, I hardly remember, yea right.  Probably the most stirring earthly event I have ever experienced was the birth of my oldest daughter.  Of all the thrills I have experienced that has to be number 1.   I remember when Lisa was born the put us in a birthing room.  Everything happens right there, labor, delivery and recovery.  What a mess that was!  But everything did come out all right.

I guess Wesley paced all day.  He did say things would be a lot different when they get home.  YEA, I guess.  

Donna has a rose that the ladies got her at the Granny shower.  It is a climber I believe.  The idea is that when she (Donna) sees the rose she will think of Jaila.  I hope to plant it on the day she is born which should be tomorrow.  New tradition I guess.  Now if we can just get the rest of those kids going, we will be alright!

IDYBT…IMBO

There is something different about this view…

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You know it occurred to me.  There is something different about this view of “The Stadium”.  Well for one thing, there are no people in this photo.  I typically like photos that have people in them as opposed to photos that do not.  Also this view is from the east end zone of the stadium, not the west endzone where for 7 years, (1999-2006) we watched the Browns in all the futility.  (They did have one winning season in 2002 (run William run).  Last year we upgraded to “club seats” which are very nice, ie no waiting for the potty, you can purchase tiramisu if you like, you can retreat to heated or air-conditioned club lounges, purchase your favourite bottle of water for $3.00, watch the games on flat screen tv’s etc. 

One of the things that is different about the club seats, however, are the clientele.  They just don’t seem to get into the game, they sit on their hands sipping their bloody marys (with celery, not pickles), may applaud with a golf clap, just not the old died in the wool, rowdy peanut throwing fanatics.  I was fortunate to have one peanut thrown at me last Fryday nite, more on that later. 

Two things happened that caused me to miss the true Cleveland Brown fan experience.  Last December 10th, Lisa (my daughter) and I were fortunate to get tickets to sit in the lower dawgpound and it was quite fun!  Not only did the Browns have a stirring 4th quarter comeback to beat a playoff team (Kansas City) but the atmosphere was great! The fans were rowdy, there was some spilled beer, people without teeth trying to sit in seats that were not theirs, it was just like old times in the pound!

Last Friday nite four men attended the Indians game at Comerica.  We had great seats!  We were in the very top row!  Bob Eucker seats, so to speak.  We had a good view but there was a family of 40 or so that sat near and in front of us and boy they had a great time.  We fed off of their enthusiasm.  I spoke with one of the people there and the reason they were at the game is because their mother really enjoyed going to the game each year for her birthday.  This was the first year her mother was not able to make as she had passed in January, but the family (there were at least four generations there that I know of) will continue the tradition and each year will return to remember and carry on the tradition.

So what you may ask.  Well today the Browns called me as I had put in a change of seat request.  I was able to purchase 2 additional seats IN THE DAWGPOUND.  This is great for two reasons.  We now have access to 4 seats and I love taking people to the games.  Also there is no PSL charge for the Dawgpound.  That means you don’t have to pay for the privelege to pay for your seats!  All you have to pay for is the seats themselves.  Section 321 (upper dawgpound) row 36!.  This is about 10 rows higher than our old seats in the west endzone, but hey we are in the dawgpound!  (and when it gets cold we can still get in the club!).

So there you have it, back to future, tradition renewed, lost in the dawgpound again.  Who says you can never go home again!

 IDYBT.. IMBO!!

Becoming Christian a journey

More than once, I’ve had someone ask me, “When did you become a Christian?”

I talk about it being a journey, about losing my father to a stroke, about all the emotional pain, financial drain and physical strain of being in charge of his care.

I talk about how my wife and I decided to start going to the same church in the summer of 1997 because we knew something “was missing,” as cliched as that may sound. Then there were long discussions with the pastor and his wife about faith, the Bible and life.

I talk about having to face some real problems in my life and my marriage, and needing to confess them.

But I don’t have one day when I can say, “This was it.”

For some people, that’s not enough.

Knute Larson remembers the day he picked up his 10-year-old daughter at a Christian camp, and she was in tears.

“It was because the speaker said if you couldn’t give the date and the hour that you committed yourself to Christ, then you weren’t a Christian,” said Larson, pastor at The Chapel in Akron.

“That’s ridiculous. My daughter was always close to Christ. That really hurt her. And I grew up in a home where people showed me the Scriptures, expressed God’s love to me. I can’t give you a date and a time, either.”

It’s great if people can list a date and time when they knelt down in the middle of the night, or when they came to the altar at church, or they broke down into tears while driving and had to pull to the side of the road to pray.

Larson said that they have altar calls at The Chapel when people “publicly” profess their faith. At other churches, a public baptism is a sign of faith.

But those are just outward signs; the real story is inside.

At the huge Willow Creek Church in Chicago several years ago, they asked thousands of people what they meant when they came forward during an altar call. Rather than it being a life-altering decision, most indicated they just wanted to learn more about Christianity. They were still seeking.

In some Christian circles, they demand that you have a “testimony.” It’s the story of how you found God, ending with the day that you “gave your heart to Christ.”

Some religious TV shows are fueled by guys who used to be killers, or whatever, and now they found Jesus and they have a new life. Or by women who did every drug, slept with every guy, and now they have come into a new life.

But that’s not everyone’s story. It’s not the story of most people.

“There are times when an earthquake changes our life,” Larson said. “But, more often, it’s a process. It’s not so much about what I’m doing, as what God is doing through me.”

My friend Casey Coleman talked about hitting bottom with his drinking before he looked up to God and returned with a new passion to his Christian and Catholic roots. It began when he attended an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Coleman has since died of cancer, but the former sportscaster said his faith grew over time.

He also said, “My bottom was not as low as some others’ bottom, and I thank God for that. Others had to go through so much worse.”

For some people, just getting wet and having a toe touch bottom was enough to call out to God and jump out of that stormy sea.

Dr. Diana Swoope, of Akron’s Arlington Church of God, mentioned in a recent sermon that a “testimony” is a product of “testing and moaning.”

There’s much to be said for having a life based on good, godly decisions, rather than having to end up passed out on the floor of a crack house. It saves a lot of pain for you and those you love.

But everyone goes through periods of testing and moaning. The story might not sound like much when you’re telling it to someone else, but those long nights at a parent’s hospital bedside will put the faith of most people to a test.

As Larson said, “It’s really between you and God, and no one else can tell you what your road to faith should be like.”


Nothing gets ’em like snaps from the kids…

You know if occurred to me, nothing brings in the bloggers like pictures of cute kids.  Today was Abby and Amelia’s (pictured above with her teacher) last day of school.  Abby will be going into first grade and Amelia into pre k.  Does not seem that long ago I was on the golf course while Martha was in labor with Abby.

Today is Latrina’s due date.  Maybe I should go play golf today!  I think the new baby has her holiday mixed up.  I predict a Monday arrival.  It is not going to be a Labor Day delivery like her Aunt Martha, but close.

 To see more pictures of really cute kids on their last day of school 2007, click here!

How many days since?

You know it occurred to me whenI got an interesting email from a former co-worker today.  Today Auburn fans are celebrating day 2000.  You see it has been 2000 days since Alabama beat Auburn in football.  Have you ever wondered how many days since?

Being proactive as I am I googled “how many days since” and came up with a website and was able to poke in a few dates to see “how many days since”  had gone by.  I am not sure who Jeffrey Palm is but he seems to be some sort of a computer geek.  Anyways (that’s Cleveland speak for anyway) armed with a little information it is easy to punch in a few dates to determine how many days since. 

For example, it is 19,385 days since I have been born.  It is 15, 484 days since the Browns won a world championship, 21,405 days since the Tribe won the World Series,  Primary Logo, 1952-1960. 18,039 days since the Lions won a championship.  Interestingly, Bobby Layne who was traded the season after their last championship (he was traded to the lowly Steelers) is said to have put a curse on the Lions saying “they won’t win a championship for 50 years”.  So cheer up, the 50 years is almost over!

One final note, it has been 1274 days (and counting) as of the writing of this post since the Michigan Wolverines have beaten The Ohio State Buckeyes on the gridiron.  Just though you might want to know… IDYBT  IMBO…

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