Who Am I?

Photo by Pegg

The other day at Church the sermon was about our identity.

Stay with me on this.

I found out today that I wouldn't be teaching at RU this fall. I was an adjunct art professor, and I always knew that the position was tenuous at best. I had a great time over the past few years teaching, but there was something else going on. Aaron became Professor... Aaron got blurred, maybe not outside but inside. The other day at church brought the reminder to me that I am Aaron. Son of God and thats who I am, thats what I will always be. No matter what I do or accomplish or don't accomplish, I know who I am...


I am Aaron... a Son of God.

the next post will be funny I promise.

GO AHEAD (whats the worst that could happen)

I was recently reading something that talked about Gods plan for our life. The writer made the comment that if you have Gods Spirit in you, and you are in a living relationship with Him. You don't need to ask Him what to do in every single little decision you make, because He is IN every single little decision you make. And if you stray he will come in and move on your heart, at those times you pause and seek the direction that He is giving. So go ahead...what the worst that could happen...you die?

Giving The Finger

Sometimes my dad just gets bored with the same ole' same ole, so he goes and changes things up. He says to Mr. Boredom "forget you Mr. Boredom!" and salutes him with the universal sign of freedom. Sometimes though, the saw blade... I mean Mr. Boredom says "I think not sir...I think not."

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Kickin It Off

Well I just couldn't take the pressure. Actually it just looked like everyone was having a good time.

Awhile back I was playing whiffle ball with Ethan and Nash, it lasted about 10 minutes then we just started throwing whiffle balls at each other. Naturally since they started it, it was my duty to shut it down. So I brought the heat. They are 7 and 9 now, they can take it. Well needless to say Ethan took a ball in the back, and fell down and did the SIISsssssssss SIIssssssssssss hissing sound that you make when things sting. I asked him if he was OK and he said "You threw that like 90 miles an hour" So I informed him that there was no way I threw it that hard, I said "maybe like 20 bud" And then he uttered pure wisdom. "Well in kid calculations it was more like 90...I quit"

Fun being 2D

Well there is a site out there called

http://simpsonizeme.com/

That will allow you to find out what it's like to be yellow. I can't explain it, but it is very addicting. Check it out and let me know how it goes.

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

OK! This is a recounting of actual events the names have been UNCHANGED so that its funnier. I am not a genius by any stretch of the meaning, but I can tell you one truth in this world that you can set your clock to. What goes around comes around. AND! you can make the coming around speed up if you run your stupid mouth and put the JiNX on top of your already doomed reaping.

Last weekend Jeremy and I were working at a wedding and my nimble friend was trying to get a picture of some posing people and right before the shot another person jumped in. So he had to make some adjustments. In doing so he started to tumble sideways and almost ate crap. Fortunately I was watching the whole thing. And when he regained himself, and got the shot. He looked up to see his best friend pointing at him from across the room and laughing. Well a "discussion" started in the corner and ended with Jeremy cursing me that at a very important moment in my life he hopes my pants fly off.

All I do is Laugh...

Fast forward all of one day. My family and I and some friends from church go to a Single A baseball game in Roanoke. Everyone has a great time and we are leaving to go down and watch the kids run the bases at the big ballpark. I pick up the trash around me which I have on a huge tray and start heading down the stairs. Now remember that my ankle is still swollen and generally soar. (that is the excuse I am going with). I am to the last step before the landing when my foot snags I trip fall forward and throw all my food over the side of the rail...Onto an old lady. In-front of hundreds of people

All I can do is pretend I am hurt so that all the people around me remain only snickering under their arms instead of full on laughing. Here was the worst part. I am laying against the rail, the old lady cursing me and all I can see in my minds eye is Jeremy standing there and pointing.

All I do is Laugh!

IF I WAS A HORSE I WOULD BE GLUE

Lets just kick this off like it wasn't months and months since the last post.
At this moment in time I feel like my grandfather giving his kids the rundown of all the ailments that are effecting him at this time and for the past 80 some years.

1. Sprained my wrist trying to slide into second in softball. (in quite possibly the dumbest decision on a baseball diamond ever...ever)
2. I needed a root canal...FOR 2 MONTHS!! (got it today)
3. May have a slight rotator cuff tear.
4. Last week i twisted my ankle playing sand volleyball.
5. I was schedualed for a vesectomy this week.

Thats right I never got it from before. I guess I have a hard time cutting up a perfectly good part of my body. But my wife has laid out the consequences...so I went out back with 2 bricks and..not really, but the date was set.
But here is something that I didn't know till last week. They will not rob you of your manhood if you have taken any form of asprin! MEN WRITE THAT DOWN. So I sprain my ankle and take something for the swelling and "inadvertantly" save my twins life. But like a ninja my wife resceduled the unseakable event like it was a dinner date with Jesus. So I got a giant bottle of asprin next to the bed and have been threatning a headache. But as of the 12th I have been married to this great lady for 10 years. And that line of attack is not going to work. Frankly I fear her surgery by foot more than the trained professional.

So say a prayer for me, the guy in the elmers glue truck just drove by the house going 2 mph, pointing at his eyes with two fingers.

Natural Science History Museum in DC

Here are some pictures from our trip to DC. Had a lot of fun. Even though I think I walked 45 miles.

ARMY SURPLUS STORE

In my childhood there were few restraints. On one particular outing those restraints were pushed to the limit. My friend Dennis and I went to the army surplus store to buy crap, cause that's what 12 year olds do. So we bought a lot of useless trinkets that had probably saved someone's life once, but all and all it was worthless crap. Except for the trip wire. Just the mention of it makes me think about the things that I could do with it right now. Well that night we snuck out of his house at about 3 am. And terrorized the neighborhood. The usual potato in the tailpipe and writing with Kool-aid packets on concrete driveway's so when the dew comes out it is stained for life. (You should try it.) But the Coup de Grace was when we strung our trip wire between two mailbox's on opposite sides of the street. I'm not really sure what we were thinking was going to happen. But as we laid on our bellies in the yard dreaming of a tractor trailer driving by and ripping out the mailbox's. Our dreams were jolted by the sound of a motorcycle coming through the neighborhood. We went to take down the wire but it was no use. FAST back to the yard to watch this unfold. At this point let me tell you 1 thing that I am so thankful for. The fact that we strung that wire as low as we did, by about 4 inches, or this story wouldn't be as funny as it would be deadly. So here comes the motorcycle, he's going about 35 miles an hour and he hits the wire. Thankfully with his handle bars. To our surprise it held. He went from 35 miles an hour to about 1. 1 mile an hour. All we heard was twwwaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggg POP. As the wire gave way he popped a wheelie and came to a stop about 70 feet away. Looked around , revved his engine a couple of times thinking it was engine trouble. Meanwhile I went to find something to clean the crap out of my pants.

true story, except for the crap.