I am a man of many many talents. I have the uncanny ability to count random objects, such as tooth picks when they fall on the ground. Just the other day, Misty dropped a bunch of tooth picks and with in seconds I was all like "four toothpicks... four toothpicks on the ground." And she was all like, "whatever". But later on in the day she counted them an there were four toothpicks on the ground! I am also very good at understanding the things dogs don't say. For example, just the other day our dogs were looking at me. So I asked them "Do you want to go for a walk" and they went nuts, they were so excited that I could read their mind. Once they settled down, I told them I would take them once they folded the laundry, knowing full well they wouldn't be able to fold the fitted sheets. I swear it is like I am Dr. Doolittle.
Other skills on my resume include but are not limited to putting the toilet seat down, almost all of the time, conversational French (if the conversation is with a toddler), conversational sign language, provocative dancing and a singing voice that makes Misty weak in the knees.
One thing I am not good at is public speaking... in fact I am terrible at it.
Case in point. Misty and I were invited to speak to our church last Sunday. Misty was terrific, she was put together, she was eloquent, and very informative. I was a mess. I started off good, I warmed em up with a joke. I told him how my dad once told me "If you want to ruin your carpet, get a dog. If you want to ruin your life... have kids..." I then proceeded to say that Misty and I have a strong desire to ruin our life. And from there it was down hill. Have you ever stood in front of a room full of people and had to stop talking because you can't keep yourself together. Well, that was me. As soon as I started talking about the orphan situation in Ethiopia I lost any composure I had. It was terrible and somewhat mortifying. Thankfully, Misty had composure where I had none, and was able to tie everything together. I was embarrassed though, I felt like a blubbering ninny in front of our church.
Tomorrow, as you know is Shrove Tuesday. I don't think I need to remind you how important the Shrove was to Jesus in his ministry. It is the precursor to Ash Wednesday which is the proverbial starting gate for Lent aka, the worst 40 days of the year. Every Lent, I try to take on a discipline and give up something I enjoy. Misty thinks I should give up coffee, however I don't think she really wants that. If I were to give up coffee, I think I would turn into a homicidal maniac... that likes coffee. I am thinking we will either give up sweets or movies.
The discipline I would like to do is offer 40 blogs over the course of lent. I hope that it will still be the quasi entertaining blog, however I don't want to talk about our adoption efforts during this time (you deserve a break from us). We will still be plugging away towards our goal of adoption but I feel the need to blog about the bigger picture. What I am thinking will be 40 Ways in 40 Days to Help The Orphans. So... stay tuned.
Other skills on my resume include but are not limited to putting the toilet seat down, almost all of the time, conversational French (if the conversation is with a toddler), conversational sign language, provocative dancing and a singing voice that makes Misty weak in the knees.
One thing I am not good at is public speaking... in fact I am terrible at it.
Case in point. Misty and I were invited to speak to our church last Sunday. Misty was terrific, she was put together, she was eloquent, and very informative. I was a mess. I started off good, I warmed em up with a joke. I told him how my dad once told me "If you want to ruin your carpet, get a dog. If you want to ruin your life... have kids..." I then proceeded to say that Misty and I have a strong desire to ruin our life. And from there it was down hill. Have you ever stood in front of a room full of people and had to stop talking because you can't keep yourself together. Well, that was me. As soon as I started talking about the orphan situation in Ethiopia I lost any composure I had. It was terrible and somewhat mortifying. Thankfully, Misty had composure where I had none, and was able to tie everything together. I was embarrassed though, I felt like a blubbering ninny in front of our church.
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The discipline I would like to do is offer 40 blogs over the course of lent. I hope that it will still be the quasi entertaining blog, however I don't want to talk about our adoption efforts during this time (you deserve a break from us). We will still be plugging away towards our goal of adoption but I feel the need to blog about the bigger picture. What I am thinking will be 40 Ways in 40 Days to Help The Orphans. So... stay tuned.
That Shrove looks alot like your dogs. Wait! That shrove is you.
ReplyDeleteOh sorry we weren't there to support. I too am a mess at public speaking and can totally relate.
ReplyDeleteAt our last church I had to say the word Shministit during a justice service and executed it perfectly after weeks of practicing at the first service only to go, "I am a shmn, shimin, shmmmm, Bret how do you say that word again?" I left before service ended out a side door. I imagine you were not nearly as bad as you think.
Amanda