tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post112585177464731182..comments2024-01-17T02:39:06.048-05:00Comments on rude truth: absentee livingJJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-1126215215963825972005-09-08T16:33:00.000-05:002005-09-08T16:33:00.000-05:00To Jen's mom:I think it's sweeeeeet that you like ...To Jen's mom:<BR/><BR/>I think it's sweeeeeet that you like Napolean Dynamite. You must be a good mom.TKPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07830562753725505668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-1125976995633651872005-09-05T22:23:00.000-05:002005-09-05T22:23:00.000-05:00You know, I finally realized how much sense it mak...You know, I finally realized how much sense it makes to pray to saints. Maybe that sounds random, but I've found myself talking to Grandpa as I pray recently. Just a little. Just an acknowledgment, a hey-how-ya-doin', a little bit of hope-you're-looking-down-here-and-feeling-good-about-us-as-we-go-about-our-business type thing, a bit of an apology for being so far away all the time. Maybe it's silly, but I just realized for the first time how much sense it makes, when you really take seriously that God does sustain life after death, and people don't just disappear. Maybe Grandpa's up there getting a kick out of me calling him a saint. But then again, maybe saints don't monitor the internet all that closely.<BR/><BR/>Just let Daddy take care of you (and don't forget to eat). Everything else will take of itself. Love you,<BR/><BR/>your "strong-willed child"JTBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05977180734561873789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-1125944873691845442005-09-05T13:27:00.000-05:002005-09-05T13:27:00.000-05:00absentee living...no kiddingJoin the club. Perhap...absentee living...no kidding<BR/><BR/>Join the club. Perhaps it is because we are in grief. I know that's part of it for me. I don't care about anything right now. I don't care that I don't have furniture. I don't care that I'm halfway moved in. I don't care that half the house is still unpainted. I just don't care.<BR/><BR/>It's a little scary really. I mean, like any good scientist, I've read up on the depression thing and the anxiety thing...and yes, at the moment, that's me. <BR/><BR/>I miss my dad. I miss my mom. I feel like an orphan. <BR/><BR/>I think that's it. So, Jen...looks like we have to wait it out. Me, as I prepare lesson plans that I have no enthusiasm to teach, and you, as you learn things you have no enthusiasm to learn. <BR/><BR/>I pray everyday for God to rescue me...and you. And I believe He will. I just wish He'd hurry up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-1125893959317505802005-09-04T23:19:00.000-05:002005-09-04T23:19:00.000-05:00Yeah, there's nothing like another round of "let's...Yeah, there's nothing like another round of "let's solve the problem of evil" to wake up the ol' gray matter.<BR/><BR/>But really, it was the therapeutic company and the pizza. :)JTBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05977180734561873789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-1125892622524492302005-09-04T22:57:00.000-05:002005-09-04T22:57:00.000-05:00So was it? Church. Did it do what you needed it ...So was it? Church. Did it do what you needed it to do? No pressure. :)jchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13728447439539826189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-1125890420524203302005-09-04T22:20:00.000-05:002005-09-04T22:20:00.000-05:00Don't forget to run tne GASB t-shirt experiment ag...Don't forget to run tne GASB t-shirt experiment again. And blog about it.TKPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07830562753725505668noreply@blogger.com