So here I am on a Sunday night, at work. Not good. But I’m listening to some spiffy trance on internet radio, and this makes me happy. So that’s good.
Evening notes:
1. I need to get a new battery for my camera. Apparently it’s not meant to be recharged in the camera, and I need to buy rechargeable ones, or figure something out. Which just seems kind of stupid considering how much I paid for the thing. But I’ll survive.
2. Rebekah’s dinner with everybody, slated for earlier in the evening, was canceled. I was slightly bummed about that, as I was looking forward to hanging out with everyone and playing Apples to Apples. She’s holding down the fort virtually alone, supervising her 4 or 5 young siblings, since her parents are away on a mission trip to Romania until this Tuesday, and she manages to have the fortitude to have a quasi-dinner party, at least until one of her younger brothers comes down with something.
3. Kendrick’s sermon this morning was great. I really need to get the tape.
4. I got to wear a sweater today to church, and while manning a position at the Care Group fair. I’m going to be doing the Car Guys group again this fall, just a topical group for guys in the church (and not) who want to meet up on Saturdays and fellowship over cars. God really blessed it last semester, to the point where the guys really bonded, and we made new friends and talked to people we otherwise wouldn’t have because of a shared interest and the initial common ground that brings. I had some prime real estate this year, right at the corner of the tables as people came out of the building, so I was in a high-visibility area. I did my gimmick again: I brought several rather obscure car parts from the garage (from Mike’s engine, incidentally), cleaned them up a bit (at home), and offered a prize (fun size 3 Musketeers bar–the best) to anyone who could name one. They were sufficiently unrecognizeable to the casual mechanic that I didn’t have to give out too many bars, but as usual the little boys think they’re hot stuff when they overhear one of the older men get one right and say, “Um,yeah, that’s a fan clutch,” with a big smile and expect a bar. I gave in a few times, but it got a little out of hand :o) I did get about ten guys to show interest and sign up, though, and I’m doing it next week, too.
5. My email came back last Friday after being down for three days or so. Finally.
Monster Power batteries have worked well for me.
Totally second that 3 Musketeers fun size are the best. I’m not really a fan of candy bars, but I like 3 Musketeers (and I can have them soon… I’m all for
stealingasking and being given Katelynn’s trick or treating goodies :).Oh cool. I think I’ll order one of those.
…Though I’m actually more distracted by Dealin’ Doug up there in the corner of the page. That’s a pretty rad website.
3 Musketeers are the best because they have the guts, the cojones, the chocolately gumption to be wonderfully pure in a world overpopulated by candy bars that mix a little of this, a little of that, and then just end up tasting all the same. My admiration for that noble bar will never wane.
Wow, where did that come from?
Yes, once Dealin’ Doug cleaned up and got himself off the steets, he discovered that he has quite a knack for selling electronics.
I like how you wax poeticly about candy bars… I… I… I’m speechless.
:D
Yeah, so my bad about blurting the answers out. “OoH! That’s a fuel injector…..hm….OoH! That a clutch plate….And that one….hm….OHH! OHH!!!! That’s a FAN CLUTCH! :)
HAHAhaha… Yeah dude, like, the everybody at the care group fair must’ve heard you :o) But it’s all good. I will have “new and improved” parts next week and I still have more than a few 3 Musketeers bars left.