I received my Bachelor of Science degree from Western Governors University. God willing, in the next week I will receive my Masters in Business Administration degree from them as well. I honestly cannot say enough good about WGU. I found WGU when I was looking into another online school. I have friends who attended the other school. Not only did their degrees cost significantly more than mine, they had nothing but trouble with the school. Now, the other school may lose its accreditation. If you want to go back to school, either to better your job prospects, or like me, to just fulfill a lifelong goal, WGU is the best way to do it. Continue reading Make Sure Your Degree Counts!
As he was being tackled, another player came in low and hit Lattimore. Suddenly, his leg didn’t look right. If flopped around sickeningly and hit the turf at an odd angle. Anybody watching the game or the thousands of replays knew immediately that this was going to be bad. Lattimore’s season was over. It was entirely possible that his football career was over. Knees don’t bend like that unless something really bad has happened. His dream had come to an end. Continue reading Holding On To Hope
Go, Gainesville, State!
Sunday, October 21, 2012 at Remnant in Imperial, part of our “Take The Plunge” series.
Every Christian is called to be a minister. This message talks about some ways to minister you may not have thought of…
I traded my 68 Mustang for a new car. Not a brand new car, another used car. It’s a 68 VW Beetle. When I told my church I traded these cars there was an audible gasp in the auditorium. A lot of people can’t understand why I would trade a Mustang for a Beetle. My friend Ron said, “You what? No…” A flying saucer could have landed on his forehead and Ron would have been less incredulous.
The thing is, the Mustang was okay, but it had a lot of flaws. It was a good “20 footer.” In other words, it looked good at 20 feet. The closer you got, the worse it looked. Continue reading The Beetle and The Mustang
The scene: The green and yellow (blech) of the Packers mixed with the lime green and dark blue (blech) of the Seahawks in a huge scrum in the corner of the end zone Monday night. For about 30 seconds that small piece of real estate was possibly the most violent place on the planet. The players wrestled, jostled, pulled, and tugged at the precious oblongated spheroid. A replacement referee, obviously on loan from a K-Mart or McDonalds somewhere, signaled touchdown. Meanwhile, another referee, who obviously was only there since he already had the shirt from a previous stint at Foot Locker, signaled for an interception. In the end, a bad call was made, and the Packers lost the game.
Now, I am a Bears fan, so anytime the Packers lose it’s okay with me. But even I have to admit that the Packers got robbed. Continue reading Poor Substitutes
My first car was a white 1965 Rambler Classic. If you have never seen one, imagine a refrigerator turned on its side with wheels attached to it. I drove it for my last couple of years of high school and eventually sold it. Then I bought a 72 Buick Riviera, then a 74 Ford Pinto, which was the car I courted Lanette in, and she still married me!
I have owned all kinds of cars over the years: a 66 Lincoln Continental, a 65 Ford Econoline pickup, a series of Mercury Cougars, a 49 Dodge Coronet, a Scion xB (the toaster), and my 68 Mustang. They all have one thing in common, I don’t keep them for very long. As I write this, the Mustang is on Craigslist for sale or trade. I have had it for a couple of years, and it has been fun, but it is time for a new toy. Continue reading Shiny Cars
I couldn’t grasp what he had just said, “Excuse me?”
“You are old. Look it happens to a lot of people. You have reached the number of years where your body is just old. Your hair is gone, your eyes are getting worse. Heck, you have cobwebs in your armpits. You are just old, sir, and nothing will fix that.” Continue reading Neck Trouble
I ran into an old friend last Sunday. Well, he ran into me. Literally! His truck hit my Ford Edge right in front of my house as I was leaving for church. You’re always shocked when something like that happens, and then even more shocked when you find out who the other driver is. We’ve known each other for years, so everything was cordial. We exchanged insurance info, and I told him I would get some repair estimates.
At first I thought the damage was superficial, and wouldn’t be too expensive to fix. Unfortunately, that is not the case. Continue reading Hidden Damage
To that I can only say, “Poo!” You think you have it rough with technology? Here’s the tech I grew up with: Continue reading New Tech, New Me
I love watching the Olympics. Winter Olympics or Summer Olympics, I love them all. I am awestruck by the dedication of the athletes. I feel their pain when they are injured. I am moved by their tears of joy and sorrow. I am shocked by the fingernails of Gail Devers! Have you seen her fingernails? They defy all of the laws of nature!
While I enjoy the Olympics, they are kind of hard for most of us to relate to. Let’s be honest, not many of us are going to be running a marathon any time soon. I had to run out to the mound for a playoff game three weeks ago and I have parts of me that are still jiggling! I have been working on some events for the rest of us; I’ll call them the Anti-Olympics. Continue reading From The Archives: The Anti-Olympics