July, 2010

Jul 10

Things I Learned on My Road Trip

From Monday, July 26, 2010 to Thursday July 29th, 2010, I completed a 2000 mile round trip to South Carolina. On my journey I learned some interesting things.

The floors at the Burger King in Crawfordsville, Indiana are sticky. I don’t think they ever wash them.

The fries at the Burger King in Berea, Kentucky are ice cold. I don’t think they ever heat them.

One of the Burger Kings in Beckley, West Virginia seems very proud of their double cheeseburgers. They charge $2.39, and a buck double in nowhere to be found on the menu.

I saw a mattress discarded on I-64 in Kentucky. I guess it either fell off a truck or someone left it there intentionally. It’s a pretty odd sight driving down the interstate and passing… a mattress.

There was a bad traffic accident on I-64 which left me stuck in traffic for about an hour and a half. Later I googled “I-64 accident” and discovered there are accidents on that freeway several times a month. I’m never driving on I-64 again.

People in Indiana like to go 70 mph when the speed limit is 70. I find this odd. Also, they don’t seem to feel the need to turn on their headlights in the wee hours of the morning on an overcast day. I find that odd too.

And finally, when you’re in a construction zone in Illinois and the posted limit is 55, that doesn’t necessarily mean you can go 55. I discovered this when a state trooper pulled me over and explained that I should’ve been going slower. Thankfully he gave me a warning instead of a ticket.

Jul 10

My Dad and I

My dad and I had sort of different personality types. His jokes were a little more corny, he liked to do different things, and we liked different foods. But people will often tell me that I look like my dad. Sometimes they’ll say I remind them of him, that they see a lot of him in me, that I write like him, or even that I walk like he did. I can’t help but smile a little when people say things like that. It’s apparent that he had more influence on my life than I had previously realized.

May 23rd, 2010 is a date that will always stick out in my mind. My family had gathered at my parents’ house to celebrate the birthday of my sister. Despite being sick, my dad came downstairs and ate with us. He socialized better than he had in recent weeks, and I remember feeling hopeful that his condition was improving.

A while after we had eaten, he called my brother and I up to his office. He wanted to show us some of his favorite videos on this neat new website called Youtube. You could tell that my dad had recently just discovered it, and was having a good time finding all sorts of videos that reminded him of special things in his life. He played a song called “This Old House” and told us it was his theme song. Looking back on it now, I think I understand  what he was trying to tell us. I didn’t know it at the time, but that would be the last time I would ever hang out with my dad.

I would see him conscious only two more times. I saw him briefly as we rushed to publish the June 2010 issue of his newsletter. I was picking it up for corrections and my dad was busy getting ready for a doctor’s appointment or something, so we didn’t really say much to each other.

The final time I would see him conscious was on June 8th, 2010 when he opened his eye and awoke from his coma right before he passed on. That moment too, will be one I remember forever. 

Since the death of my father in June, my life has been changing in ways I never would’ve imagined. I never expected to be where I am now and doing what I am doing. Sometimes I feel scared, but then I remember that I can “do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me.” (Philippians 4:13) Conversely, I’m constantly reminded of Jesus’ words, “without me ye can do nothing.” (John 15:5)

And most of the time, when I hear Scriptures in my mind, it’s in my dad’s voice.

Jul 10

Grocery Store Incident

Did you hear about the incident at the grocery store the other day? Apparently there was this guy named Artie and he was shopping in the produce section. He went up to this guy and started choking him and said, “Give me a dollar!”

The man refused. “No I’m not going to give you a dollar!”

So Artie went up to another guy and started choking him. “Give me a dollar!” he demanded.


Finally, Artie went up to a third guy and choked him too while demanding a dollar. Like the other two men, the third guy also refused to give Artie a dollar.

The next day, the headline in the newspaper read, “Artie chokes three for a dollar at local grocery store.”

That was one of my dad’s jokes. Yes, they were a little corny, but I miss hearing them. I’m sure his jokes will be popping into my head for years to come and probably the rest of my life.

Jul 10

Recycling Gone Horribly Wrong


This is one of the fine items they sell in the gift shop at the Circus World Museum in Baraboo, Wisconsin. I dunno, I mean recycling is great and all but I think they might be taking things a little bit too far!

In case you’re wondering, no I didn’t buy any.

Jul 10

It didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped…

But that’s why we experiment right?

chocolate marshmallows

chocolate marshmallows 1

Don’t worry though. I’ll figure out a way to make it better.

Jul 10

Mmmm… Sugary


Is there any candy more unhealthy than cotton candy? The ingredients are simply sugars, artificial flavors, and artificial colors. It tastes like a pile of sugar, but the texture is sorta neat.


I’m not really even sure why I bought it. I think maybe I wanted to feel like a kid again.

Jul 10

This Is Getting Ridiculous!


I get a few credit card offers from flirtatious banks every now and then, but this is getting ridiculous.


Yes, those are all from Citi! I feel like I’m being stalked by a crazy crazy bank!

Jul 10

My Briefcase

A few years ago when my birthday was coming up, my dad asked me what I wanted for a gift. At the time I really couldn’t think of anything to ask for, so I decided to request something off-the-wall and slightly ridiculous as a joke. I told my dad that I wanted a “briefcase full of cash.”

Of course, I wasn’t serious and my dad knew that. But when my birthday arrived he presented me with this briefcase.


Inside it were two hundred one-dollar bills.

When I see that briefcase now, it serves as a constant reminder of my dad’s sense of humor and generosity. I miss you, Dad.