So I saw this great vanity license plate in the Target parking lot while doing my Christmas shopping.  It reminded me of my senior year high school lunch table.  We sat beside a table of freshman girls and one of them was kinda innocent-looking, short and pudgy – so naturally, we called her “Pudgy,” often yelling it aloud for the majority of the cafeteria to hear.  It is only now, nearly 9 years later, that I realize that’s a pretty cruel thing to do.  So if you’re out there Pudgy, sorry on behalf of our lunch table.

Horses are pudgy too.

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Jai Morcom, 15, allegedly stepped in to stop a schoolyard fight over a lunch table.

It cost him his life. Seriously sad stuff.

Source:
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,26001995-421,00.html

Dom came to my lunch table today and slipped me a not that asked for my number! I gave it to him! shhh!

Dear Suzie,

I don’t know what’s going on. Keeping in touch with people is so hard on Instant Message. Lisa sure seems peeved. I was IM’ing her on Thursday telling her about my stay here in Hong Kong. She got mad when I told her that I was messaging her “at Starbuck’s in the International Finance Center overlooking Victoria Harbor in my shorts surrounded by a bunch of mean looking business people”. Let me tell you about it though. Best looking Starbuck’s by far, nice plush velvet seats, sturdy industrial wood cut tables, and huge floor to ceiling windows. It was perfect, with the exception of the people. A few people sat down with me. I didn’t mind much, but out of the six chairs at the table they’d sit on the other side. If you were to borrow someone’s table I’d think you’d want to engage that other person and sit next to them. But no, they just wanted the seat and table. Some people are just so selfish. They just come, use like the majority of my table, eat their lunch, and then go away. The whole time having my inspirational view obstructed. Anyways, that’s the point when Lisa appeared to get mad. “You’re so full of yourself” and then she logged off. I was confused, so I sent her a snapshot of my view hoping she’d see the whole situation. I was trying to be as open and clear about what’s going on. Then I had someone take a picture of me at the table. Turned out great, but a bit busy with all the people in the background looking for a seat to eat. I really wish those people acted more natural and not just stand there looking at me. Haven’t they been taught the basics of manners, like it’s so rude to stare. Sure glad I’m not as clueless.

Lisa is one of my favorite friends. It’s disheartening to think she’s upset at me. She must have read something the wrong way. You know how it is sometimes when you IM. Like when you have multiple topics going on and then you start answering them but the person thinks your answering them in a different order. That’s what happened to me with Rhonda.

Rhonda1234: was that you at my house last night?
Rhonda1234: do you want me to call the fucking cops?
cloudsaresoft101: yes
cloudsaresoft101: no

It took me a long time explaining to the police that she must have misread something. Oh that was such a scene. Then there’s that other problem with IM’ing, how people can a sentence two different ways. I myself ran into this issue when someone said:

lulu714: stop doing that

Wasn’t sure if she meant to stop using the buzz feature to get her attention or if I should put the watermelon away. Not sure how she knew what I was doing, but I guess with internet you can find out anything. It was getting cold anyways, been over an hour.

Oh well, I hope Lisa gets over it. I still like IM’ing.

I know we haven’t talked after I first met you last week or if you even know who I’m talking about, but this is the new me. A Better me. A me who takes the time to write, mainly because you never gave me your number. Thank goodness I saw you last night and followed you home or else I would have never been able to send you this letter.

Thanks for the pic Rob

I saw this for the second time today and I thought that if I enjoyed this forward as much the second time as the first it would be worth posting here.  Thank you Jon Townsley for the forward.  Here it is:

After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church’s pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit and, before he gave his sermon for the evening he briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the service.   In the introduction, the pastor told the congregation that the guest minister was one of his dearest childhood friends.  The elderly man stepped to the pulpit and began to speak. 

”A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the pacific coast.  A fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore.  The waves were so high, that even thought the father was an experienced sailor he could not keep the boat upright.  With a crash of a large wave the three were swept into the ocean.  The boy’s were sucked out of reach of the rescue boat and the Father quickly grabbed the rescue line.  With the boys moving farther and farther away and with only one rescue rope in his hand the father had to make a choice.  Which boy would he through the rope to.   Knowing that he son had a relationship with Christ, He shouted, I love you son as he tossed the rope to his sons friend.  By the time he had pulled the boy, his son had been lost in the torrent waves. 

The Man continued, “The father knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of seeing this other young man die without Christ. “ At the conclusion of the service the man was approached by two teens,  They asked,  “ Wow that was an incredible story.  Don’t you think it was a little unbelievable the part about the man saving the other boy in the hopes of him knowing Christ someday.”   The man replied.”  How great is the love  of God that he should do the same for us.  Our heavenly father sacrificed his only begotten son that we could be saved.  I urge you to accept his offer to rescue you and take a hold of the life line he is throwing out to you in this service.”  With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. 

Here are some Lunch Table thoughts from Pastor Charles Miller.

 Change is not new to the church. Resistance to change in the name of orthodoxy is not new either. The resulting conflict over the change is not new either.

The Church began with all disciples together…and then quickly it changed. It grew and expanded. When it grew there was a scandal over some of the Hellenists widows being neglecting…then change came in the administration of the deacons. Then men left the church to start other churches…still more change.

Later Peter has a vision close to the same time Paul also observes the conversion and Spirit filling of Gentile believers. Now the church is faced with Legalism. Change, change, change. That is church that is God’s way. God always has a plan to reach the next generation.Winfried Corduan says, in No Doubt About It: the Case for Christianity that “There should come a period in our lives, as we mature in our faith, when we need to confront our inherited belief system and ask ourselves whether it has really become ours.

 Pastor Miller is a self proclaimed Independent Baptist.  To contact him send me an email at ben@benschettler.com

The Readerlessblob Monster

This monster is a blob; it has no legs, no arms, no head, no sex organs, no appetite, it scares people with it’s lame readlessness. All scientist that have studied this monster both wonder “Why does it even exsist?” “What idiots created this readerless crap?” “I sure hope they don’t kill themselves.” It is rumored to be located second to last when you search for “The Daily Beast” on www.Google.com. It grows bigger once a day………………..it’s depressing.

hey wait a second……………….Andy isn’t this our blog……… Damnit