I’ve realized something in the past couple of days. Last year I started this blog, fully intending to keep it updated and such. It would appear I haven’t been too successful have I? I’ll give you a run down of how what life has had happen since.

I got moved to Kentucky. I made a stopover in Oklahoma on they way, and had a good time with my cousins. I played tourist on the way to KY from NE, and I had a few adventures doing so. Life since September has been pretty much getting adjusted to living in a new place, and working on raising monthly support.

I noticed something on the long trip out to Kentucky. People nowadays have no elevator etiquette. What I mean by that is this: When you press the up or down button to summon the elevator, and the elevator arrives at your floor, it is customary to allow any passengers getting off the elevator to do so. People seem to have forgotten this. I lost track of how many times I was ready to get off the elevator, and had people start walking in on me, only to then discover that they had to let me pass. What ever happened to manners? Scratch that. Whatever happened to common sense? Scratch half of that. When did people start thinking of themselves as the center of the universe?

Strangely enough, since I moved out here, I’ve been back home literally every month since. Oh sure, the holiday season would make perfect sense for a trip home. October’s trip wasn’t planned. Well it technically was, as I decided to go with basically only a few hours advance notice. My Grandma and pretty much one of my two favorite people ever got sick. She has since partially recovered and moved into a nursing home, but the suddenness of it all hit the ground like a sack of wet cement. It was a Sunday morning, I was getting ready for church, and Mom calls. That afternoon I had a ticket from Nashville to Denver, and that night Frontier Airlines gave me a ride the rest of the way. A friend of mine was gracious enough to drive all the way from home to Denver to pick me up. I spent two weeks home with family. At this writing, Grandma still isn’t doing the greatest. I’m debating on flying home for weekend both in February and March. So any of you out in internet land who would like to come, should. I’m sure I’ll need the moral support. And bring your cameras! I know some totally awesome places to do photoshoots at.

Speaking of photos, some of my shots since September have been spectacular. I’ll try to post some in the next couple of weeks. Also coming soon is a study on James 1. Coming more long term are studies on God’s view and design for sex, music and culture, and a couple more (my titles eluding me, as well as the subjects). The length of these may require I place them on the Missionaire/Damascus Road website, and post links.

So anyway...

I realized something. I haven't updated this thing since July! And it's almost September!

Since my last post, I've traveled back to Gering, to Tompkinsville, and back to good 'ol Gering, NE again. All my furniture is in Kentucky now (minus a few items that I'm not taking). And things are pretty much set for me to call KY my state of residence in a couple weeks give or take a few days.

Note how I said that. Gering will always be home, no matter where I live.

Anyway, what else has been going on. Oh yeah, I still need to come up with that James 1 lesson. Since my last post, there have been a few HARD spirtual warfare battles go on. If anyone reads this, pray for a friend of mine who is having a hard time. Out of respect, I won't give names or details.

I got a new camera, and it is a real one for a change. No more of those disposables! While I'd rather have a digital, I can afford 35mm. It's pretty nice. I'll post more on it when my film comes back in. Or at least my second roll, with which I took a picture of myself in a mirror.

Returning Home to Gering

I left Kentucky earlier then I planned, and left Tompkinsville Sunday evening. It's a long story as to why, and one I don't really care to think of at the moment. Anyway, I decided to take a side trip through Oklahoma and see my family there. As I type this, I'm at my cousin Tiffiney's house in Moore, which is just south of Oklahoma City.

Today is my last full day here, as tomarrow I head towards Tulsa (maybe) to see a friend of mine. I did a little shopping, and am now 1 DVD set away from havinging special editions of all the Star Trek movies. I somehow got away with NOT spending money at Bass Pro Shops, which is weird. Oh wait, I know why. I like Cabelas selection on things MUCH better, although they do have some AWESOME boats.

I saw something AWESOME on Saturday. I went to the Lousiville Slugger Museum and Factory with a friend of mine. They have a wall with engravings of EVERYONE they have made baseball bats for. I saw this one:

Johnny Hopp, my Daddy's uncle, and one of the most Godly men I've ever known. How about that? Relatives of mine in a museum!

Have you ever read James 1? I've taught on it a time or two. Something recently happened that has me putting it into practice. I won't say what, as it will upset me as to it, and the person, and I really don't want any bad blood. Let's just say, the BarlowGirl song "Porcelin Heart" is quite applicable, as is the Skillet song "Open Wounds". I might post a lesson later on James 1.

In the meantime, I'm off to family stuff. I think there is pizza and movies on the horizon tonight.

First post!

This is my first post! Whoo hoo!

Moving to Kentucky has been an adventure, and it's not quite finished yet. I am there now, getting my furniture set up. I got my new 55 gallon aquarium for my Goldfish today, and I get to set it up tomarow.

I get to go home next week, and I might go back to Nebraska through Oklahoma and see my family there. Or, I could go through Omaha and see family there. Both? That's a distinct possibility. But I've got a couple nights yet to figure it out.

Either way, I go home, get my car and a few other things, and come back to home south. Right away? No. Family stuff, church stuff, stuff with friends, and one very special friend I need to spend some time with. Unspoken prayer request on that one.