When I get up in the morning and get ready for the day I try to do it with as few trips in front of the mirror as possible. I can brush my teeth, brush my hair, shower, and get dressed mostly without a mirror. Once I'm ready I head down the hall to Patrick's room to make sure he is up and getting ready for school, then I head downstairs to begin the process of making breakfast and school lunches.
And then it happens. Breakfast is ready. Lunches are done. And Patrick emerges from his room, comes downstairs and grumps at me. I have spent the entire morning avoiding the reflection in the mirror only to be confronted by my own youthful reflection in the face of my son.
As a parent I have oft recoiled at the tone of my voice and its uncanny similarity to that of my mother's when I was a kid. Yet to look in the face of your child and see yourself looking back at you (especially the ugly parts)...well it's just unnerving.
So there it is. Patrick is me! We both must have the last word in a discussion or argument, he doesn't like to get up in the morning, he doesn't like school, he hates homework, he has an answer for everything, talks non-stop, interrupts, can't sit still, and he's always wiggling and giggling in class. And if there's trouble to be found, he'll find it. He won't be the cause, but he will be just close enough to it to get dirty.
After a really tough first grade year we were hoping second grade would become more routine, settled, and relaxed. Reports from school are that he's doing pretty well. There are some things that he needs to work on, but it is clear to his teacher that Patrick is an out-of-the-box thinker, creative, insightful, bright, and thoughtful. He also has trouble staying connected with what he's supposed to be doing. His mind wanders and often his body will follow.
What is a parent to do? How do we figure out what's going on in his head, what's ruling his heart, and what's driving his body, and lead him to a better understanding of himself that will help him master the challenges of school and life, to make wise choices and be confident in his decisions? So there's the challenge; teach Patrick to do for himself that which I was not able to do myself (until MUCH later).
I wasn't a big fan of school when I was a kid. I guess I'm not a big fan of it now either. Add to that the challenges that are inherent in growing up and being a kid turns out to be pretty tough business. I have the Owner's Manual, but I could really use some Cliff's Notes right about now.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Catching Up
I am usually quite organized and on top of things. I have my plan (a list sorted by due date, priority, and type of task), and I work that plan diligently. Intermingled with mom-tasks, like doing puzzles or learning to tell time with Katherine or helping Patrick with homework, I have small chunks of the day when I work on that task list. I am usually pretty disciplined about this process and often err on the side of task-master. I rely heavily on a little PDA that holds my task list. Frankly, it holds everything; task list, contact list, calendar, and shopping lists. It even holds pictures, my budget, my Bible, and diversionary tools (tech talk for video games).
It's called a Palm Pilot and I think that's a pretty good name because sometimes it IS the pilot...not me. I like to think that I am in control of my day, but there are those days when it is clearly the Pilot flying the plane of my life. It tells me when to get up in the morning. It tells me where I have to be and when, and for whom (for very few things on my calendar are actually just for me). It tells me what I am supposed to get done today, who I'm supposed to call, what I need at the store, and how much money I have left on my budget this month. If this thing had a heartbeat and walked on two legs I would tell it to buzz off because I don't like being told what to do.
Yet here I am sitting at my computer trying to catch up on paperwork, returning calls, preparing a talk, and tying up loose ends. And who's calling the shots? That's right - Palm Pilot. I guess I'm okay with that. It doesn't ask for much, just a charge every couple days. It's small and doesn't take up much space. And it doesn't argue with me (most of the time) or talk back. It's quiet (except at 6:00 AM) and it does a pretty decent job of keeping me organized and out of trouble. I suppose, truth be told, its best quality is located on the top right corner of its casing. This feature allows me to have the last word - something I don't always get in this house - and puts me back in the pilot seat. It's called the Power Button. It gives me the power to turn it off and let life dictate what I should do right now. Maybe that means I get to sit and do this puzzle (again) or just sit on the floor and color.
Sometimes a task is a vital step in accomplishing a worthwhile goal - like coordinating meals for a mom friend. Sometimes a task is just a task and will still be there later.
Time for me to draw this to a close. Mr. Pilot is calling.
It's called a Palm Pilot and I think that's a pretty good name because sometimes it IS the pilot...not me. I like to think that I am in control of my day, but there are those days when it is clearly the Pilot flying the plane of my life. It tells me when to get up in the morning. It tells me where I have to be and when, and for whom (for very few things on my calendar are actually just for me). It tells me what I am supposed to get done today, who I'm supposed to call, what I need at the store, and how much money I have left on my budget this month. If this thing had a heartbeat and walked on two legs I would tell it to buzz off because I don't like being told what to do.
Yet here I am sitting at my computer trying to catch up on paperwork, returning calls, preparing a talk, and tying up loose ends. And who's calling the shots? That's right - Palm Pilot. I guess I'm okay with that. It doesn't ask for much, just a charge every couple days. It's small and doesn't take up much space. And it doesn't argue with me (most of the time) or talk back. It's quiet (except at 6:00 AM) and it does a pretty decent job of keeping me organized and out of trouble. I suppose, truth be told, its best quality is located on the top right corner of its casing. This feature allows me to have the last word - something I don't always get in this house - and puts me back in the pilot seat. It's called the Power Button. It gives me the power to turn it off and let life dictate what I should do right now. Maybe that means I get to sit and do this puzzle (again) or just sit on the floor and color.
Sometimes a task is a vital step in accomplishing a worthwhile goal - like coordinating meals for a mom friend. Sometimes a task is just a task and will still be there later.
Time for me to draw this to a close. Mr. Pilot is calling.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
When Things Line Up
This morning is a full morning; get Patrick off to school, get two quiches made for MOPS, get Katherine ready for the day, get myself ready for the day...a well-organized, lubricated gears kind of morning.
The bus usually arrives between 7:25 and 7:30 so when it hadn't arrived by 7:35 I figured I would have to take Patrick to school. So I finished my quiches and got them in the oven and then got in the car to take Patrick to school. While I waited for Patrick to get his shoes on and get in the car I started the engine...or tried. Nearly dead, my battery couldn't turn the car over. One of the doors got left open and the dome lights were on all night draining the battery. As I'm picking up the phone to call Joerg to come back home to boost the battery Patrick's bus, now fifteen minutes late, flies by the house (the bus comes down River Cove Road, passes our house, turns around at a turn-about down the street and then picks up Patrick on the way back up River Cove Road - that way he doesn't have to cross the street). I get Patrick on the bus then call Joerg, but now instead of being panicked and rushed I can relax.
With Patrick on his way to school and my quiches in the oven I can work on the other things that I need to do without being in a hurry. I don't have to leave until 8:30 so I have plenty of time. Joerg will be here shortly to take care of the battery and I can go about my business and still be on time for MOPS.
Now consider the alternative. Patrick gets on the bus at 7:30 and I go about my business completely unaware of the battery problem. 8:30 rolls around and Katherine and I are ready to go to MOPS (with a detour to IBM to take Joerg his wallet and cell phone, which he forgot). I start the car which has a dead battery. Now I have to call Joerg to come help me, but *now* I'm going to be late for MOPS and Katherine and I have to sit in the car waiting.
I think the way it worked out is a much better. So minor, but two things occur to me: One - God knows how much I enjoy MOPS and doesn't want me to be late so he devised this elaborate plan to make sure that I could arrive on time. Two - since He could have just as easily juiced my battery when I went to start the car, or prevented the guys from leaving a door open after their bike ride last night thereby draining the battery, I have to believe that He delights in showing off just a little, reminding me that He is watching and intervening - something I sometimes lose sight of. By moving things along the way He did, I get a gentle reminder that He is there making my path straight when it's appropriate to do so.
Had my car just started this morning I would have missed this teachable moment; this reminder of how much God cares about my coming and my going.
The bus usually arrives between 7:25 and 7:30 so when it hadn't arrived by 7:35 I figured I would have to take Patrick to school. So I finished my quiches and got them in the oven and then got in the car to take Patrick to school. While I waited for Patrick to get his shoes on and get in the car I started the engine...or tried. Nearly dead, my battery couldn't turn the car over. One of the doors got left open and the dome lights were on all night draining the battery. As I'm picking up the phone to call Joerg to come back home to boost the battery Patrick's bus, now fifteen minutes late, flies by the house (the bus comes down River Cove Road, passes our house, turns around at a turn-about down the street and then picks up Patrick on the way back up River Cove Road - that way he doesn't have to cross the street). I get Patrick on the bus then call Joerg, but now instead of being panicked and rushed I can relax.
With Patrick on his way to school and my quiches in the oven I can work on the other things that I need to do without being in a hurry. I don't have to leave until 8:30 so I have plenty of time. Joerg will be here shortly to take care of the battery and I can go about my business and still be on time for MOPS.
Now consider the alternative. Patrick gets on the bus at 7:30 and I go about my business completely unaware of the battery problem. 8:30 rolls around and Katherine and I are ready to go to MOPS (with a detour to IBM to take Joerg his wallet and cell phone, which he forgot). I start the car which has a dead battery. Now I have to call Joerg to come help me, but *now* I'm going to be late for MOPS and Katherine and I have to sit in the car waiting.
I think the way it worked out is a much better. So minor, but two things occur to me: One - God knows how much I enjoy MOPS and doesn't want me to be late so he devised this elaborate plan to make sure that I could arrive on time. Two - since He could have just as easily juiced my battery when I went to start the car, or prevented the guys from leaving a door open after their bike ride last night thereby draining the battery, I have to believe that He delights in showing off just a little, reminding me that He is watching and intervening - something I sometimes lose sight of. By moving things along the way He did, I get a gentle reminder that He is there making my path straight when it's appropriate to do so.
Had my car just started this morning I would have missed this teachable moment; this reminder of how much God cares about my coming and my going.
Friday, September 12, 2008
A Journey to...connect?
In the past month or so I have journeyed into the world of cyber communication and networking. I have been doing websites for nearly ten years (gee wiz, has it been that long?) but, frankly, I went kicking and screaming into the world of blogging and networking sites.
I got my feet wet when I redesigned our family website and added the blog feature. We had an older blog, but it was limited in features, cumbersome, and was really just designed to fill an informational gap while we were constructing our home and had very limited internet and computer access. When I created the family blog as a possible portal into the newly designed website I realized just how much functionality was really available (update structuring and file hierarchy by date, the ability to add pictures and videos (easily), fun scripts and widgets, a way to track other blogs, add website links, AND people can sign up to receive updates via e-mail), and how fun it could be.
Yet really, it's a public diary on the internet. Who wants to know me *that* well? And why? Besides my immediate family, who cares if we went to Tae Kwon Do last night or if I had an epiphany this morning? Who has enough time in their own life to be reading about the routine and events of mine?
And then there's the whole world of network sites like MySpace, Facebook and countless others with their own unique spin (like the network sites catering to parents, and others like that). I tried MySpace since that seemed to be the most popular (based on what I hear in the media), but it is cumbersome and splashy and loaded with ad ribbons and commercials, and I found it visually unattractive, difficult to use and non-intuitive. So, my MySpace profile has a link that sends you to my Facebook profile.
A little history lesson: Facebook was developed by a kid; a university student (Harvard) named Mark Zuckerberg who wanted to connect his Harvard buddies. This networking platform was later expanded to other colleges in the Ivy League, then all university students, then high school students, and, finally, to anyone aged thirteen and over. At last report, the site had more than 100 million active users worldwide. I read an article about Mr. Zuckerberg in Fast Company after he turned down a multimillion dollar buyout offer (several actually). Imagine being a multimillionaire at the ripe old age of about twenty. Meanwhile, Facebook has met with some controversy over the past few years including being blocked intermittently in several countries and being banned at many places of work to increase productivity.
Now there's something I can understand. If you have never checked out Facebook I would encourage you to do so. In about twelve minutes you realize just how addictive this website can be. It's such a "problem" that Facebook users even poke fun at it. In one of the add-ons that I have called "flair" I found several pieces of flair (like buttons that politians hand out that you stick on your coat) that suggests that they will flunk out of college because of Facebook. I get it. I see how that can happen. And yet Facebook is just...well, it's fun. There, I said it. It's fun.
And therein lies the heart of my curiosity. What is it that makes blogging and networks such an attraction? Why are hundreds of millions of people joining the ranks of MySpace, Facebook, Blogger, WordPress, and others to share their personal lives with friends, family...and strangers?
When I set up my Facebook profile I went searching for friends to "connect" with. In no time at all (and I do mean NO TIME...we're talking less than twenty-four hours) I had connected with about five old high school classmates and my sister-in-law in Germany. Then came the folks from university. It was exciting to see the list of my "friends" grow and grow. The more people I add to my "friends" list the more connections are made because my friends have friends who can become my friends too. It's staggering how quickly my friend list grew. Soon I was getting requests from others asking that I be *their* friend. Now THAT was cool; others seeking connection with me. Somehow this seems to validate me, that indeed I am worth having as a friend.
Again, I ask, why? Why are so many people eager to connect this way? Aren't there enough local social groups, clubs, and pubs in the world to addequately connect people in the "real" world? Do we really need to connect in the virtual world too? Clearly the answer is yes.
As members of the human race we are social creatures. I undestand that. And, yes, tools like Facebook do allow us to connect with people outside of our physical location. I have friends in Vermont, but I also have friends all over the United States, the UK, and Germany; these are connections I would not necessarily make if it weren't for Facebook. But why is this kind of connecting so appealing? Do we not have enough in our lives that we have to go looking for friends in the rest of the world?
I consider myself to be adequately socially connected; I have friends with whom I go out, groups in which I participate, and regular interaction with family and friends. I serve in ministry, have family and household responsibilities, run a business, serve on boards and associations, and have personal interests that require time. Still, I am compelled by something to check my Facebook in the morning between Patrick getting on the bus and Katherine waking up; who is online? do I have any new friendship requests? has anyone "confirmed" me as a friend? do I have any e-mail? Still, I ask the question, Why? Why are we so compelled to connect in this way?
Is it simply because we are social creatures? Are we looking for something (gaps to be filled, knowledge to gain from others, the latest scoop)? Are we just being nosey? I'm sorry if you have read this far expecting that I will answer these questions. I don't really have any answer other than perhaps...it's fun. According to Ben and Jerry's (of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream), "If it's not fun, why do it?" philosophy, since we keep doing it, it must be fun. So if you'll pardon me, I have to go check my Facebook.
I got my feet wet when I redesigned our family website and added the blog feature. We had an older blog, but it was limited in features, cumbersome, and was really just designed to fill an informational gap while we were constructing our home and had very limited internet and computer access. When I created the family blog as a possible portal into the newly designed website I realized just how much functionality was really available (update structuring and file hierarchy by date, the ability to add pictures and videos (easily), fun scripts and widgets, a way to track other blogs, add website links, AND people can sign up to receive updates via e-mail), and how fun it could be.
Yet really, it's a public diary on the internet. Who wants to know me *that* well? And why? Besides my immediate family, who cares if we went to Tae Kwon Do last night or if I had an epiphany this morning? Who has enough time in their own life to be reading about the routine and events of mine?
And then there's the whole world of network sites like MySpace, Facebook and countless others with their own unique spin (like the network sites catering to parents, and others like that). I tried MySpace since that seemed to be the most popular (based on what I hear in the media), but it is cumbersome and splashy and loaded with ad ribbons and commercials, and I found it visually unattractive, difficult to use and non-intuitive. So, my MySpace profile has a link that sends you to my Facebook profile.
A little history lesson: Facebook was developed by a kid; a university student (Harvard) named Mark Zuckerberg who wanted to connect his Harvard buddies. This networking platform was later expanded to other colleges in the Ivy League, then all university students, then high school students, and, finally, to anyone aged thirteen and over. At last report, the site had more than 100 million active users worldwide. I read an article about Mr. Zuckerberg in Fast Company after he turned down a multimillion dollar buyout offer (several actually). Imagine being a multimillionaire at the ripe old age of about twenty. Meanwhile, Facebook has met with some controversy over the past few years including being blocked intermittently in several countries and being banned at many places of work to increase productivity.
Now there's something I can understand. If you have never checked out Facebook I would encourage you to do so. In about twelve minutes you realize just how addictive this website can be. It's such a "problem" that Facebook users even poke fun at it. In one of the add-ons that I have called "flair" I found several pieces of flair (like buttons that politians hand out that you stick on your coat) that suggests that they will flunk out of college because of Facebook. I get it. I see how that can happen. And yet Facebook is just...well, it's fun. There, I said it. It's fun.
And therein lies the heart of my curiosity. What is it that makes blogging and networks such an attraction? Why are hundreds of millions of people joining the ranks of MySpace, Facebook, Blogger, WordPress, and others to share their personal lives with friends, family...and strangers?
When I set up my Facebook profile I went searching for friends to "connect" with. In no time at all (and I do mean NO TIME...we're talking less than twenty-four hours) I had connected with about five old high school classmates and my sister-in-law in Germany. Then came the folks from university. It was exciting to see the list of my "friends" grow and grow. The more people I add to my "friends" list the more connections are made because my friends have friends who can become my friends too. It's staggering how quickly my friend list grew. Soon I was getting requests from others asking that I be *their* friend. Now THAT was cool; others seeking connection with me. Somehow this seems to validate me, that indeed I am worth having as a friend.
Again, I ask, why? Why are so many people eager to connect this way? Aren't there enough local social groups, clubs, and pubs in the world to addequately connect people in the "real" world? Do we really need to connect in the virtual world too? Clearly the answer is yes.
As members of the human race we are social creatures. I undestand that. And, yes, tools like Facebook do allow us to connect with people outside of our physical location. I have friends in Vermont, but I also have friends all over the United States, the UK, and Germany; these are connections I would not necessarily make if it weren't for Facebook. But why is this kind of connecting so appealing? Do we not have enough in our lives that we have to go looking for friends in the rest of the world?
I consider myself to be adequately socially connected; I have friends with whom I go out, groups in which I participate, and regular interaction with family and friends. I serve in ministry, have family and household responsibilities, run a business, serve on boards and associations, and have personal interests that require time. Still, I am compelled by something to check my Facebook in the morning between Patrick getting on the bus and Katherine waking up; who is online? do I have any new friendship requests? has anyone "confirmed" me as a friend? do I have any e-mail? Still, I ask the question, Why? Why are we so compelled to connect in this way?
Is it simply because we are social creatures? Are we looking for something (gaps to be filled, knowledge to gain from others, the latest scoop)? Are we just being nosey? I'm sorry if you have read this far expecting that I will answer these questions. I don't really have any answer other than perhaps...it's fun. According to Ben and Jerry's (of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream), "If it's not fun, why do it?" philosophy, since we keep doing it, it must be fun. So if you'll pardon me, I have to go check my Facebook.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Money Secrets
I just finished reading the book "Dave Barry's Money Secrets". I learned a great many things from this book including how to read a corporate annual report (mainly look at the pictures), that the number one key starting your own business is harnessing the power of human stupidity, and that the reason there is a pyramid with a giant eyeball on it has something to do with a drunk engraver when the dollar bill was printed.
This book has some very funny parts and is an easy read. It was good "bathroom reading"; light, easy to pick-up and put-down, and I could read it in short bits without losing the train of thought. Don't misunderstand me, I really like Dave Barry and the fact that the book was bathroom reading in no way reflects on how much I enjoy his writing.
To see if you need to read this book you can take his simple quiz. Be honest in your answers: If you lie, you’ll only be lying to yourself! The place to lie is on your federal tax return.
What is your annual income?
1. More than $50,000.
2. Less than $50,000.
3. However much I get when I return these empties.
Not counting your mortgage, how much money do you currently owe?
1. Less than $10,000.
2. More than $10,000.
3. Men are threatening to cut off my thumbs.
How would you describe your portfolio?
1. Conservative, mainly bonds and blue-chip equities.
2. Aggressive, mainly options and speculative stocks.
3. My what?
When analyzing an investment, what do you consider to be the most important factor?
1. The amount of return.
2. The degree of risk.
3. The name of the jockey.
How do you plan to finance your retirement?
1. Savings.
2. Social security.
3. Sale of kidneys.
(taken from the Introduction of the book)
If you need to laugh, and you're wondering how to fund your retirement, this might be just the right book for you.
This book has some very funny parts and is an easy read. It was good "bathroom reading"; light, easy to pick-up and put-down, and I could read it in short bits without losing the train of thought. Don't misunderstand me, I really like Dave Barry and the fact that the book was bathroom reading in no way reflects on how much I enjoy his writing.
To see if you need to read this book you can take his simple quiz. Be honest in your answers: If you lie, you’ll only be lying to yourself! The place to lie is on your federal tax return.
What is your annual income?
1. More than $50,000.
2. Less than $50,000.
3. However much I get when I return these empties.
Not counting your mortgage, how much money do you currently owe?
1. Less than $10,000.
2. More than $10,000.
3. Men are threatening to cut off my thumbs.
How would you describe your portfolio?
1. Conservative, mainly bonds and blue-chip equities.
2. Aggressive, mainly options and speculative stocks.
3. My what?
When analyzing an investment, what do you consider to be the most important factor?
1. The amount of return.
2. The degree of risk.
3. The name of the jockey.
How do you plan to finance your retirement?
1. Savings.
2. Social security.
3. Sale of kidneys.
(taken from the Introduction of the book)
If you need to laugh, and you're wondering how to fund your retirement, this might be just the right book for you.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
A Journey to Stardom
Last night I led my first training as the Small Group Leader Coordinator for MOPS. My primary responsibility is training, but I will also provide tools and materials to help the Leaders in their role. Having been a Leader myself for the past five years I had a good idea what to expect in terms of turnout so was surprised to see that every single Small Group Leader was there. At a social event at my house a little over a week ago I had a very good turn out as well, but I attributed most of that to curiosity and wanting to see how our new house turned out. (Stories have been circulating about the MOPS mom who burned down her house to build a new one.) Since we met at the church, curiosity was not the driving force. Could it be that they came because of me?
The training went well. The materials were well received, the Leaders were engaged and asked great questions, and the feedback afterward was quite favorable.
After allowing myself a brief moment of basking in the glow of my own greatness I quickly moved on, recognizing the reality of the situation. It is not I who did such a great training. It is not ME who is so brilliant and great. It is not MINE to claim the glory for such a wonderful turnout of Leaders or for the commitment that these women demonstrate. The source of all this greatness can only be linked to one place; God. It is HE who brought these women together to be leaders. It is HIS greatness that filled the room last night and brought all these women together for training. And I honor HIM by offering to MOPS (and any other area where I serve) the gifts that He so freely gives to me.
I am not a MOPS superstar; I am just the recipient of gratuitous blessings and some gifts that I like to share with others.
However, when those moments arise when I want to "feel" like a superstar I can listen to this song by Go Fish. Click here to hear a bit of "Superstar".
Lyrics:
Special edition, one of a kind
Look in the mirror and that's what you'll find
God had a plan when He made you
And now it's time to follow it through
Chorus:
Did you know you're a superstar?
You'll never know how far
You can get from where you are
'Cuz your're a superstar
You don't have to play guitar
Or drive a fancy car
God loves you the way you are
To Him you're a superstar
Verse 2
Distinctly irreplaceable
Nobody else could be like you
Uniquely individual
God loves to watch the things that you do
Verse 3
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
'Cuz guess what? The star is you
The curtain's up. The lights are down
We're all wondering whatcha gonna do?
The training went well. The materials were well received, the Leaders were engaged and asked great questions, and the feedback afterward was quite favorable.
After allowing myself a brief moment of basking in the glow of my own greatness I quickly moved on, recognizing the reality of the situation. It is not I who did such a great training. It is not ME who is so brilliant and great. It is not MINE to claim the glory for such a wonderful turnout of Leaders or for the commitment that these women demonstrate. The source of all this greatness can only be linked to one place; God. It is HE who brought these women together to be leaders. It is HIS greatness that filled the room last night and brought all these women together for training. And I honor HIM by offering to MOPS (and any other area where I serve) the gifts that He so freely gives to me.
I am not a MOPS superstar; I am just the recipient of gratuitous blessings and some gifts that I like to share with others.
However, when those moments arise when I want to "feel" like a superstar I can listen to this song by Go Fish. Click here to hear a bit of "Superstar".
Lyrics:
Special edition, one of a kind
Look in the mirror and that's what you'll find
God had a plan when He made you
And now it's time to follow it through
Chorus:
Did you know you're a superstar?
You'll never know how far
You can get from where you are
'Cuz your're a superstar
You don't have to play guitar
Or drive a fancy car
God loves you the way you are
To Him you're a superstar
Verse 2
Distinctly irreplaceable
Nobody else could be like you
Uniquely individual
God loves to watch the things that you do
Verse 3
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
'Cuz guess what? The star is you
The curtain's up. The lights are down
We're all wondering whatcha gonna do?
Monday, September 1, 2008
Do You Ever Need A Good Laugh?
YouTube can be just the place to get a dose of laughter if you're needing a little side-splitting. Through some of my contacts on Facebook I stumbled across some very funny videos there.
This one can be a bit "risque", but funny nonetheless.
This one is very funny, particularly because it didn't happen to me.
This one brings me back to our construction days and wishing we had been a little choosier in our Port-o-Potty choice.
This one just can't help but make you laugh.
Enjoy.
This one can be a bit "risque", but funny nonetheless.
This one is very funny, particularly because it didn't happen to me.
This one brings me back to our construction days and wishing we had been a little choosier in our Port-o-Potty choice.
This one just can't help but make you laugh.
Enjoy.
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