Challenge Accepted…What’s At Stake???

We’re not very far along in this challenge. So, the growth of my hair is not very noticable…outside of the growing numbers of white hairs making an appearance on the top…and the sides of my head.

Emily used to be polite and tell me that they were just really light blonde hairs. I have a feeling that, with this challenge, she will begin to be less polite and point out each new white hair that reveals itself. This will be her attempt to get me to throw in the towel.

After a number of days in discussion, we have settled the terms of this challenge.

If I succeed at growing my hair out like Chef Keller’s, Emily has to arrange a trip to Hubert Keller’s Fleur de Lys in San Francisco.

If Emily throws in the towel and begs me to cut my hair before completing the full challenge, she has to arrange a trip to Hubert Keller’s Burger Bar in St. Louis.

If I throw in the towel and give up on the challenge, I have to take Emily to the LaSalle Grill in South Bend for dinner, followed by dancing…whether it be ballroom or booty shaking…she doesn’t care…as long as she gets to see me do the Rerun dance (you only need to watch the first 45 seconds).

So, there you have it!

Challenge Accepted…Day One

Last night, Emily issued a challenge…And, I am not one to back down from any challenge.

The challenge is to grow my hair out like Chef Hubert Keller.

So, throughout the journey, I’ll post pictures updating my progress.

This is day one of the challenge. I have a long way to go. Can anyone suggest some supplements that will encourage hair growth???

Sometimes Life Is Like…

I’ve come to the realization that life is a whole lot easier if you can laugh at yourself. There are times when situations arise that, if you let them, could really turn your day upside down. However, if you respond with laughter (in certain circumstances), you might just be able to see the humor, the joy, the lesson in it all.

Because…sometimes life is like a cat that relieves itself on you.

Let me back up a bit.

So, yesterday, I was rocking out to the sounds of The Clash with Sammie and Jocelyn. We have a blue beanbag chair in our front room that the girls love to dive into. Well, in the midst of dancing to The Clash’s version of “I Fought The Law and the Law Won”, I look over to see Jocelyn dive into the beanbag. I didn’t really think much of it…until I saw her splashing her hands in some kind of liquid.

My first thought was, “Oh man, the lid came off of her drink.” However, as I got closer, I noticed that the liquid sure didn’t smell like water.

I then realized that it was all over her pajamas…did she vomit? I asked her, and as any almost 17-month old would do, she nodded in affirmation.

I wish it was vomit…Instead, it was cat urine.

So, I began to go into a full rant, “Stupid cat! Why would that stupid cat pee on the beanbag chair?”

I quickly picked up Jocelyn and headed to the tub. She was totally having a great time! I continued my rant, letting Emily fully know how disgusted I was with her cat.

And, I became totally self-righteous as I protested under my breath while bathing Jocelyn. “Why am I having to clean Jocelyn up? It’s not my stupid cat. I’m not the one who shut the door to the room where the cat box is.Blah, blah, blah!!!”

So, Jocelyn was having a great time in the tub…and I couldn’t help but laugh…that is, until I had to clean up the cat.

“Why do I have to give the stupid cat a bath? It’s not my stupid cat to begin with.”

And, I sort of got what I deserved. As the cat and I headed into the bathroom, I noticed that my shirt was getting rather warm. And, the warmth was accompanied by the feeling of liquid running down my shirt and pants.

I’d been hit! The stupid cat got me! “Your stupid cat is peeing on me!”

While bathing the cat, I began to see the humor in it all.

My daughter…playing in cat urine…thinking it was tons of fun.

My fat and lazy cat…relieving herself on me…probably out of fear and confusion.

There I was, covered in stinky cat pee, and I just had to laugh.

Why the laughter? You see, all I had to deal with yesterday was a little bit of cat urine. Disgusting? You bet! But, in light of the various struggles that others face on a daily basis, this is nothing.

There are people whose bodies are being ravaged by disease, malnutrition, lack of decent hygiene and health care.

There are people who have no clue where their next meal will come from.

There are people who have no idea how they will possibly be able to make their next mortgage payment…let alone cover their utilities.

There are people who have faced a great deal of loss.

There are people who are unemployed or underemployed…and the job market isn’t really picking up.

These are not the kinds of things we laugh about…

And, I have the audacity to pitch a fit over some cat urine?

So, today, I choose to laugh. Today I choose to give thanks (for things like a daughter who thinks it’s a riot to play in the cats mess!) and not let the small things explode into big things that take my focus off the One Thing that can turn a frustrating moment into a hilarious memory.

James 1:2-3  Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.

Pslam 30:11-12  You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

“Skins” Not The Problem

So, maybe you have heard about one of MTV‘s latest programs, “Skins”.  And, then again, maybe you have not…

When word of “Skins” started to hit the rumor mill, outrage and potential protests became the standard response of conservatives, evangelicals, parents groups, and so on. Why?

Well, because “Skins” is a program that, in a way, glorifies teenage promiscuity, experimentation with drugs and alcohol, and disrespect for authority of any kind.

Due to the fact that I had heard so much outrage over this new show, I decided to watch an episode. Truth be told, I was more offended by the poor acting and weak dialogue than any of the actions.

Reporters have said that the show has “crossed the line” in ways that no other program has…in history.

Yet, as I watched, I found that it wasn’t any worse than “Gossip Girl”, “90210”, or any of the crime dramas that air on a nightly basis.

I believe that the drama created prior to the airing of the first episode actually generated more interest in the program (maybe that’s what they were going for). Viewership dropped drastically after the first episode (again, most likely due to the poor acting, poor dialogue, etc).

Do I think it is an appropriate show for teenagers to be watching? No. But, I also believe that most of the programming on MTV is inappropriate for teenagers. I believe there are far more offensive programs airing on MTV than “Skins” (don’t even get me started on “The Real World” or “Jersey Shore” or any of the “reality” programming on any network).

Rob Sheffield, in his Rolling Stone article on the program, put it much better than I ever could:

“…the really shameful exploitation on MTV is the thriving ’16 and Pregnant/Teen Mom’ franchise, which has become a ‘Star Search’ for aspiring knocked-up teenagers. The whole point of ‘Teen Mom’ is to promise the jackpot of celebrity to the underage girl who gets pregnant in the most colorfully sordid circumstances. ‘Teen Mom’ is just sadistic, especially when you consider that the true casualties are the screwed-for-life babies who can’t sign the consent forms. ‘Teen Mom’ victimizes real-life kids and glamorizes their victimization; ‘Skins’ has fictional kids with fictional problems. It’s beyond idiotic not to see which is more ‘offensive’.”

So, those “sounding the alarm” on a program like “Skins” are not entirely wrong. It’s an awful program.

Here’s my suggestion…parents- pay attention to what your kids are watching.  Talk to them about what you allow them and do not allow them to watch. Talk to them about the differences between fiction and nonfiction, reality and what television producers call “reality”.  And, you might want to rethink allowing your kids to have a TV with cable (or computers or cell phones for that matter) in their bedrooms…it’s hard to monitor what goes on behind closed doors. Now, I’m not saying “burn the TV” or “only let your kids watch Christian television or listen to Christian music” (some of that is just as offensive, in slightly different ways). I’m just suggesting that we all think about what we watch and what our children watch. I’m suggesting that we have open dialogues with our families on how we engage with the culture around us.

So, will I be watching “Skins”? Nope. But, not because of the “offensive” content…but because it’s just a bad show.

I Can’t Focus…And I Blame You, Ronald McDonald

Today, I went against my better judgment and had a number one value meal at McDonald’s. I feel somewhat justified in this borderline sinful action because I didn’t pay for it…my mother-in-law did. Yet, I consumed it…

However, all I can think about since consuming the meal is the McD.L.T.

I’m sitting here in the office…trying to focus on putting together a message on forgiveness…and I can’t seem to focus.

All I can think about is the “genius” of the McD.L.T. Sure, it’s long gone. But, it still holds a special place in my childhood memory.

To be honest, I totally preferred the Quarter Pounder with Cheese and the Big Mac. But, the McD.L.T.’s packaging totally won me over. There was one side that kept the hot food hot, and the other side kept the cold food cold. Pure American genius right there! And so, totally sold on the glamour of the packaging, I found myself under the spell of the McD.L.T.

Forget Happy Meals, those were child’s play. I wanted to look sophisticated. I wanted to look mature. I wanted a McD.L.T.

Oh, McD.L.T., how I miss you!

And, let’s be honest, the Big n’ Tasty is just a lame attempt to satisfy the McD.L.T. lover’s cravings. But, it totally fails…as it is neither Big or Tasty.

So, here I sit, totally consumed by a sandwich and its packaging…a sandwich I can no longer truly consume…and it’s stealing my focus…and, you, Ronald McDonald should be blamed. I know you put an addictive chemical in your meat and fries that create an unhealthy craving in my entire being to consume more of your food. And, you’ve even found a way to stir up childhood memories through some kind of sensory manipulation. Well done, sir.

Argh!