Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, July 17, 2006
Taking a break...
Hello everyone over here...
I'm going to take a break from blogging in multiple places. If you'd like to read my blogs still, you can check me out at www.xanga.com/COSMcGarry. Hope to see you over there!
I'm going to take a break from blogging in multiple places. If you'd like to read my blogs still, you can check me out at www.xanga.com/COSMcGarry. Hope to see you over there!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Not in a good mood...
For those of you who don't know, I make the best cookies in Tallahassee, maybe farther.
I know how to role and cook Break and Bake better than anyone. I say that will total arrogant humility.
But, the pack normally contains 20 cookies. Now, the same amount makes 24. This could throw off the whole perfect baking time that I've mastered, not to mention what it might do to the space time continuum.
I'll let you know how things turn out. Be in prayer...
I know how to role and cook Break and Bake better than anyone. I say that will total arrogant humility.
But, the pack normally contains 20 cookies. Now, the same amount makes 24. This could throw off the whole perfect baking time that I've mastered, not to mention what it might do to the space time continuum.
I'll let you know how things turn out. Be in prayer...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
For Those A Mile Deep...
GOOOOOOOOOOD Morning everyone!
Since we've determined that everyone reading this blog is a mile deep, not a mile wide, I wanted to recommend a podcast to you which should get you thinking.
If you go to iTunes and search in the Music Store for "The Resurgence" you'll come upon two podcast, one for the audio and one for the video. The sermons/messages/talks are from a conference put on in Seattle, WA through a church called Mars Hill and pastored by Mark Driscoll. You can also visit their website for blogs and articles as well as podcasts.
The material, especially the podcasts, are slanted more towards those in ministry, but I really believe that any thinking Christian (which is all of you!) will really enjoy this stuff.
So boot up, download, and enjoy!
Since we've determined that everyone reading this blog is a mile deep, not a mile wide, I wanted to recommend a podcast to you which should get you thinking.
If you go to iTunes and search in the Music Store for "The Resurgence" you'll come upon two podcast, one for the audio and one for the video. The sermons/messages/talks are from a conference put on in Seattle, WA through a church called Mars Hill and pastored by Mark Driscoll. You can also visit their website for blogs and articles as well as podcasts.
The material, especially the podcasts, are slanted more towards those in ministry, but I really believe that any thinking Christian (which is all of you!) will really enjoy this stuff.
So boot up, download, and enjoy!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
A Question...
Looking back on the blogs that I've written and the responses I've recieved, I have a question for all of us:
Are we a mile wide and an inch deep?
This isn't to say that we're all a bunch of air heads, but with tremendous consistency, funny or light-hearted blogs receive more comments and discussion. My post on my sunburn received more comments than my post about celebrating our father. My posts about singleness caused 80 different people to look at my blog in one day, and I averaged 70 different people viewing my blog per day for two weeks, and all of those blogs had over 25 comments. Yet when I asked people to call and encourage someone, it took two weeks. Doesn't that seem strange?
And it's not just me. Michele Rayner's recent post about World Refuge Day went virtually uncommented. In the Xanga world, we've talked about singleness, how awesome single women should think they are, sunburns, posted song lyrics, etc.
So, in this world instant messaging 5 people at the same time, keeping up with 4 blogs, and 250 channels, my question is: are we a mile wide and only an inch deep? Or is this just not the forum we should use to discuss things of a more serious nature?
BTW, no lurking on this one. If you read it, please comment. Even you, Jessica No-Longer-Owens...
BTW, no lurking on this one. If you read it, please comment. Even you, Jessica No-Longer-Owens...
Are we a mile wide and an inch deep?
This isn't to say that we're all a bunch of air heads, but with tremendous consistency, funny or light-hearted blogs receive more comments and discussion. My post on my sunburn received more comments than my post about celebrating our father. My posts about singleness caused 80 different people to look at my blog in one day, and I averaged 70 different people viewing my blog per day for two weeks, and all of those blogs had over 25 comments. Yet when I asked people to call and encourage someone, it took two weeks. Doesn't that seem strange?
And it's not just me. Michele Rayner's recent post about World Refuge Day went virtually uncommented. In the Xanga world, we've talked about singleness, how awesome single women should think they are, sunburns, posted song lyrics, etc.
So, in this world instant messaging 5 people at the same time, keeping up with 4 blogs, and 250 channels, my question is: are we a mile wide and only an inch deep? Or is this just not the forum we should use to discuss things of a more serious nature?
BTW, no lurking on this one. If you read it, please comment. Even you, Jessica No-Longer-Owens...
BTW, no lurking on this one. If you read it, please comment. Even you, Jessica No-Longer-Owens...
Monday, June 19, 2006
A Day Late...
Hey Everyone!
I hope you had a wonderful Father's Day! I actually got to see mine; we met halfway in Cheifland for some BBQ, and my wife puked almost the whole way. Which is kinda good, because it shows that I'm going to be a dad too! (our due date is December 24!)
So since I was traveling yesterday (and working like a dog today), I didn't get to pose this question: What's your favorite story about your dad? Let's honor the dads!
Here's mine:
It's actually not my "favorite", but one that I remember vividly. My dad used to sit in the same place every home football game, and wear the same outfit each game. I could clearly see him, and during the game we'd have kind of a hand motion exchange from time to time. It was always fun and exciting to be able see him cheering and also picking me up. He made a motion one time after a horrific, last-second loss, bringing his hand under his chin, meaning I needed to keep mine up. I picked it up immediately. Then, a few weeks later, when we'd won our homecoming game 56-0 (and I'd scored a defensive touchdown), he and other parents were waiting on the track for us to go to the locker room. I walked over with my head down, all calm, and then when I got near him I wrapped my sweaty body around him and picked him up in a big bear hug, celebrating. Good times.
Things like that, that's why I love my dad. What about you? Tell us a story...
I hope you had a wonderful Father's Day! I actually got to see mine; we met halfway in Cheifland for some BBQ, and my wife puked almost the whole way. Which is kinda good, because it shows that I'm going to be a dad too! (our due date is December 24!)
So since I was traveling yesterday (and working like a dog today), I didn't get to pose this question: What's your favorite story about your dad? Let's honor the dads!
Here's mine:
It's actually not my "favorite", but one that I remember vividly. My dad used to sit in the same place every home football game, and wear the same outfit each game. I could clearly see him, and during the game we'd have kind of a hand motion exchange from time to time. It was always fun and exciting to be able see him cheering and also picking me up. He made a motion one time after a horrific, last-second loss, bringing his hand under his chin, meaning I needed to keep mine up. I picked it up immediately. Then, a few weeks later, when we'd won our homecoming game 56-0 (and I'd scored a defensive touchdown), he and other parents were waiting on the track for us to go to the locker room. I walked over with my head down, all calm, and then when I got near him I wrapped my sweaty body around him and picked him up in a big bear hug, celebrating. Good times.Things like that, that's why I love my dad. What about you? Tell us a story...
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