Bad Day at the Office
You know the game (and season) isn’t going your way when this happens. I wonder what the injury report will read…
“All I Want for Christmas…”
Our son Matthew was working on two loose teeth, the “front teeth” from the son, and was getting really excited as they started wiggling. Friday morning his patience was rewarded when the first one popped out in the morning.
But that wasn’t enough for him. The second one was pretty loose, so he kept working on it through the day. He was standing on the vanity for an hour, looking in the mirror working in back and forth during the afternoon.
He wanted to go with me to the store, so we went grocery shopping around 4-5 pm. In the second store he showed me how loose the second one was. I told him he’d better wait until we got home so he didn’t lose it. (An employee asked me if I needed help and I inquired about tooth containers. He seemed stumped by that one, so we moved along.)
Matt also made the executive decision that we should order pizza, so we called it in and picked it up. When we got home the rest of the family was watching some Disney Channel, so I whipped out a blanket so they could picnic and watch at the same time.
After a few bites, Matt glanced my way while happily munching on his requested pizza. I noted a change in his prior status:
“Matt, where’s your tooth?”
He stopped chewing, holding mushy pizza in his mouth while panicking as possibilities ran through his quick little mind. He said he didn’t feel anything crunchy. I got him a plate so he could examine his mastication content. Alas, no missing dentition could be found.
He swallowed a tooth.
He didn’t find this as amusing as his parents did, and he wept crocodile tears as we comforted him. We reassured him that the tooth fairy knows when little kids lose a tooth, regardless if it is under the pillow or not. This must not have soothed him, since he asked for big rubber gloves to do some, ahem, “checking” for the tooth the next day.
Thankfully, the tooth fairy didn’t let him down. He got a special little Lego set he wanted. And he didn’t have to call Joe the Plumber to help him with his lost tooth.
“All I Want for Christmas…”
Our son Matthew was working on two loose teeth, the “front teeth” from the son, and was getting really excited as they started wiggling. Friday morning his patience was rewarded when the first one popped out in the morning.
But that wasn’t enough for him. The second one was pretty loose, so he kept working on it through the day. He was standing on the vanity for an hour, looking in the mirror working in back and forth during the afternoon.
He wanted to go with me to the store, so we went grocery shopping around 4-5 pm. In the second store he showed me how loose the second one was. I told him he’d better wait until we got home so he didn’t lose it. (An employee asked me if I needed help and I inquired about tooth containers. He seemed stumped by that one, so we moved along.)
Matt also made the executive decision that we should order pizza, so we called it in and picked it up. When we got home the rest of the family was watching some Disney Channel, so I whipped out a blanket so they could picnic and watch at the same time.
After a few bites, Matt glanced my way while happily munching on his requested pizza. I noted a change in his prior status:
“Matt, where’s your tooth?”
He stopped chewing, holding mushy pizza in his mouth while panicking as possibilities ran through his quick little mind. He said he didn’t feel anything crunchy. I got him a plate so he could examine his mastication content. Alas, no missing dentition could be found.
He swallowed a tooth.
He didn’t find this as amusing as his parents did, and he wept crocodile tears as we comforted him. We reassured him that the tooth fairy knows when little kids lose a tooth, regardless if it is under the pillow or not. This must not have soothed him, since he asked for big rubber gloves to do some, ahem, “checking” for the tooth the next day.
Thankfully, the tooth fairy didn’t let him down. He got a special little Lego set he wanted. And he didn’t have to call Joe the Plumber to help him with his lost tooth.
Politics and Economics, “Spoiled” Style
The (un)official statement from Spoiled for the Ordinary on the current political and economic circumstances, best expressed by Switchfoot’s “American Dream” from Oh! Gravity!
When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
As top of the mind becomes the bottom line
When success is equated with excess
If you’re time ain’t be nothing for money
I start to feel really bad for you honey
Maybe honey put you’re money where your mouth’s been running
If you’re time ain’t be nothing but money
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
(chorus)
This ain’t my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain’t my American dream
When success is equated with excess
When we’re fighting for the beamer, the lexus
As the heart and soul breathing the company goals
Where success is equated with excess
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
(chorus)
Cause baby’s always talkin ’bout a ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true would you do what I want you to
If I show up with the right amount of bling?
Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we’ve been caught singing
Red, white, blue, and green
But that ain’t my America,
That ain’t my American dream
(chorus)
Politics and Economics, “Spoiled” Style
The (un)official statement from Spoiled for the Ordinary on the current political and economic circumstances, best expressed by Switchfoot’s “American Dream” from Oh! Gravity!
When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
As top of the mind becomes the bottom line
When success is equated with excess
If you’re time ain’t be nothing for money
I start to feel really bad for you honey
Maybe honey put you’re money where your mouth’s been running
If you’re time ain’t be nothing but money
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
(chorus)
This ain’t my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain’t my American dream
When success is equated with excess
When we’re fighting for the beamer, the lexus
As the heart and soul breathing the company goals
Where success is equated with excess
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
(chorus)
Cause baby’s always talkin ’bout a ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true would you do what I want you to
If I show up with the right amount of bling?
Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we’ve been caught singing
Red, white, blue, and green
But that ain’t my America,
That ain’t my American dream
(chorus)
A Take on the Mortgage and Housing Problems
My thoughts on the mortgage/housing problem – best expressed by Rich Mullins’ song “You Did Not Have a Home,” from The Jesus Record.
Oh, You did not have a home
There were places You visited frequently
You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
‘Cause you knew that the whole world belongs to the meek
But You did not have a home
No, You did not have a home
And You did not take a wife
There were pretty maids all in a row
Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
But You had no place to take them, so You did not take a wife
No, You did not take a wife
Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
No, You did not have a home
Well you had no stones to throw
You came without an ax to grind
You did not tow the party line
No wonder sight came to the blind
You had no stones to throw
You had no stones to throw
And You rode and ass’ foal
They spread their coats and cut down palms
For You and Your donkey to walk upon
But the world won’t find what it thinks it wants
On the back of an ass’ foal
So I guess You had to get sold
‘Cause the world can’t stand what it can’t own
And it can’t own You
‘Cause You did not have a home
Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
No, You did not have a
Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
And the world can’t stand what it can’t own
And it can’t own You
‘Cause You did not have a home