There is change in the air

I have changed my allegiance for blogging....sorry. I have tasted the promised land and switched to a better land, the land of XANGA!! check out my new blog, as this one will no longer exist.... www.xanga.com/Optimus_Papem bye!!

Bad Boys Bad Boys, whatcha gonna do......

Breaker Breaker Four Niner, we have found the mother lode :::::::Static:::::: Ahhh...there's nothing quite like doing snoop work, searching for contraband.....it's what makes my job worth it sometimes. For those who don't know, I'm a Resident Director of an all male dorm at a Christian university. I just love doing random searches. It scratches my FBI itch. I always wanted to work for the FBI and doing searches pumps me up. Well, after receiving a small tip from an RA, I decided to do a random, unannounced full dorm search, not a thorough digging of all drawers, closets, etc, but just a quick run through to see what was lying about. And boy did I hit the lode!!!! It's amazing the stuff that students leave lying about for anyone to see. What's even more fun is when we get tips about students involved in drugs and alcohol and stuff and I get to do searches with security. I mean, we go plastic glove, dig in pockets, etc. It's all out intense and I LOVE IT!!! I know that this sounds like I enjoy getting students in trouble, which is not true at all if you know me. I just think it is fun to catch people in their lies. Yes, this kind of stuff happens at Christian universities too, don't be fooled by the name. So, other than my eventful night last night, today has been fairly boring. Just the same ole stuff. Oh well....that's life as an adult I guess. On a more serious note, today was the 10 year anniversary of the OKC bombing, which in light of the WTC stuff 4 years ago isn't that big, but for me it is. I live a few miles from where it happened and it is very real to me. I remember sitting in English class on that morning when it happened. We really didn't do much in classes that day. I remember thinking, "Who in the world bombs OKC?? What do we have here that is so important?" I found it incomprehensible that something like this would happen in my hometown. It happens everywhere else, not OKC. I had friends in that building, who survived thank God. I had friends from school who lost loved ones. It really made life seem real all of the sudden. Well, enough seriousness for one day.....I have to get back to my productive world of internet surfing, crossword puzzles, and training squirrel assassins for my world take over...... VIVA LA BENEDICT!!!

Another day, another burger...

FUDDRUCKER!! And you thought I was gonna cuss. Well, actually, it is quite easy to get tongue tied saying this, specially if you say it fast enough.......FUDDRUCKER!!

Ok, enough of that nonsense. Speaking of restaurants that sound like curse words, can I just say that Fuddrucker's has the most amazing burgers I have had....well technically I got a chicken sandwich, but if I ate burgers it would definitely win my vote. I mean, where else can you go and order a 1 lbs burger!! Seriously, who in their right mind eats that much meat, it's the size of a Backstreet Boy! But back to my chicken sandwich, which was also quite beastly if I do say so. It had to have been a Siamese Twin Chicken, because this sucker was huge. I'm used to the typical palm sized chicken breast you get at restaurants, but this thing looked like it was bulked on Steroids....I think it played for the Cardinals.....

Man....I am crazy sore, like I was beaten by a gaggle of half-crazed monkeys on speed. What's the cause of my ape-induced soreness you may ask....oh, you aren't asking, well I'll tell you anyway. I worked like a mule yesterday. I did some work volunteering at a Habitat for Humanity Project for half the day, painting a house. In the afternoon, I did some community work in the neighborhood across from the school. We mowed yards, trimmed shrubs and trees, installed an AC unit, fixed some storm doors, caulked a toilet, and I fixed a bath tub that hasn't drained in months! Let me explain. Once a semester we have what we call Make a Difference Day and the school goes out for a day and does community service work. The neighborhood across from the school are low income and pretty rundown. The bathtub hadn't drained in months, as I said, and the family would take showers and then use a bucket to empty the tub. But thanks to my extensive knowledge of plumbing and a handy plumber's snake, I discovered the source of the problem....a GYNORMOUS HAIR CLOG!! It was disgusting...like someone crammed a Sharpei down the drain. But I came to the rescue and now the family has a tub that drains and lacks one black Sharpei. WOOHOO!!

And then, as if that wasn't enough work for one day, I played 2 1/2 hours of intense volleyball, well intense for having worked all day long and my right arm feeling as though a nutball dentist filled it with Novocaine(thanks to four hours of non-stop painting!!). What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment!!

Now it is 10:30, about my bedtime....and boy am I bushed. Not sure why, because I haven't done much today, but I think I'm still recovering from the massive beating my body took. I know, I'm getting old. So, time to sign off for the evening. Who knows what tomorrow holds...oh yeah, it's Monday.......

Au Revoir

I am Man, hear me......Sniffle??

Ah, there's nothing quite like a good cry. I'm serious. You know that wonderful refreshing feeling that you get after a good cry, you feel lighter, like a weight is lifted from your shoulders. I'm not talking about hyper-emotional people who cry at the drop of a hat. I'm talking about that feeling some days when you just wanna cry, for no reason, and so you do and man do you feel better. Not quite sure why, but you feel like all is right with the world.

On the topic of crying, I have to admit something, which may be shocking to some. I am a sucker for a good chick flick. That's right, this 6'7 210lbs. package of rock hard muscle is really a softy inside. Despite my gynormous stature, I am truly a teddy bear inside. But who cares! I'm proud of who I am. Most guys are afraid to admit that they like a movie that makes them mist up. I rather enjoy them. I have a whole list of favorites and currently topping the list is "The Notebook". I recently watched "Million Dollar Baby", which is not really a chick flick, but it does lend itself to a good cry at the end. Other personal favorites are:

French Kiss, You've Got Mail, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Finding Neverland, Ladder 49, Serendipity

Now, not all of these are chick flicks necessarily, but all lead to a good cleansing of the ocular sockets. My favorites are any movie with Meg Ryan. There is just something about her girlish non-chalance that endears her to me. I love the Romantic comedies, but not the purely sappy girl stories. I want one with a point and a story. This is who I am, and I"m proud of it. I'm not insecure in who I am. I am by no means a pansy or push over, but neither am I out of touch with my feelings. Unlike the stereotypical male who only has three emotions, Anger, Lust, and Hunger, I am more deep than that, with a truly sensitive side and I want to make my voice heard. I'm calling out to the other in the closet chick flick watchers with a message of freedom.

Be who you are!!
Cry your eyes out!!

Worldwide Sensitive Men UNITE!!

Ahhhhh....the joys of Spring

Ahh..the wonders of springtime. People falling in love, birds singing, bees flying around trying to have sex with the birds (at least that's how I understand the talk), and Josh, stuck at home behind a plastic bubble....at least I wish I was.

I absolutely despise the springtime. I sniffle more than a room full of women watching the Notebook. It's ridiculous. I'm not talking about the mild case of the sniffles or minor allergies, let me tell you how bad it is. I am allergic to so much that my Allergist (as if the fact that I had an Allergist didn't speak for itself) gave me an award last year, or said I deserved it, for being the most allergic person he's ever met. Now isn't that comforting. And above all that, I live in Dallas, the allergy capital of the world. Let me make a list for you:

Carrots
Every plant, tree, bush, or grass that grows in Texas
Dust
Pollen
Mold
The little dust mites in the air we breathe
Cantelope
Birds
Cats
Some dogs
Snow peas
Hay
Wool

You name it, I'm allergic to it. It's kinda hard to get a date when my eyes are all puffy and tearing up and I can't talk without sounding like I have a huge cold.

What are my favorite months you ask? Winter, when everything is dead and Summer when it is all already alive. Otherwise, forget it!

I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while, but this week has been crazy. I had issues to deal with

Perfect Provision

"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." ~ James 1:17 I'm currently working on my Masters in Christian Apologetics, hence a partial definition of my blog title, and in one of my classes we have been discussing the divine providence of God. I've never really thought about it this way, but Scripture has overwhelming evidence for the providence of God, sustaining all things, maintaining all things, and providing all things. The Calvinist view, though I do not subscribe to it, makes a good point concerning this. They view life in such a way that everything that happens is ordained of God and in many ways this is comforting and I agree to a certain point, outside of the issue of man having free-will. It is comforting because every good thing, no matter how small, is a blessing from God, since He is constantly at work in creation. Think about that for a minute... God is intimately involved in my life, constantly providing, not just the big things, but even the small areas of blessing. I understand and recognize the hand of God in my life and know Him as Jehovah Jireh, but that means more than just supplying my needs when I recognize them. He is the sustainer and maintainer of all life and EVERY GOOD and PERFECT GIFT is from Him. He causes the sun to rise, which I love to watch. He gives the wind that beautiful fresh smell before the rain. He gives me breath in my body and causes my heart to beat. WIthout His abiding presence, I would simply cease to be, as would all creation. God provides in every way, shape, and form and every single day He provides, whether we realize it or not. It truly makes the words of Paul to Athenian philosophers in Acts 17:28 come to life, "For in Him we live and move and HAVE OUR BEING." Without God's divine hand of providence, I would not be. He created me, formed me, provides for me, and sustains me. How wonderful to know that every aspect of life is a blessing of God, even simple stuff.

The Illusive Sciurus Carolinensis

After watching "Ice Age", I find myself thinking about our furry friend the squirrel. Where do they come from? Where do they go at night? Where do they take all those acorns? They are rather amazing and unique little furry things. Can we really believe what we see in the cartoons? Do they live in lavish apartments inside of the trees, because I never see one in the evening, yet I've never seen a den, lair, nest, or whatever you call it in the open. What about all those acorns? Do they really stuff them down tree trunks? Do they dig holes and hide them, like dogs do bones? What is more confusing is the way they act. They scurry about, running from anything that moves, yet something in those beady eyes gives them away for what they really are, hitmen. That's right! It is a huge conspiracy in the animal kingdom. They are the hired hitmen of nature. Don't believe me??? Listen to this. At the University of Oklahoma, the unwary student will find himself attacked by flying acorns. From whince do they come?? From the innocent looking rodent in the tree. The squirrels fling acorns at heads and even cars, but you never see them doing it. When you look all you see is a dark eyed rodent skittering away down a branch. Need more evidence?? Click below for another squirrel terrorist attack on an innocent college student. http://www.scarysquirrel.org/campus/campus.html For more disturbing instances of Squirrellien Terrorism, click below http://www.scarysquirrel.org/page1.html

Not convinced?? Don't be blind!! Don't allow the fuzzy exterior confuse you! Underneath these nutcrunchers are hardened terrorists....Beware!