Friday, September 4, 2009
To Marry or Not to Marry
Not liking to back away from a challenge, I tackled each, and here is what I decided.
Marry me because ...
1. I love Jesus. But it doesn't stop there. While I am not perfect by any means, I am really focused on who I am becoming in Christ and how I am growing in Him.
2. I am funny. At least, I think I am.
3. I am thoughtful. But not in the "I remember everything" sort of way. It's more along the lines of ... I listen well, I think through things, I am level-headed.
4. I am compassionate/caring. I love people. I am fascinated by them, especially those very different from myself. I like to think that I don't see color or background or status. I am comfortable with the affluent as well as those with no voice. And my heart is always open to others.
5. I am a provider. I think most guys can relate to this. And it goes way beyond providing financially. We lead, we encourage, we advise, we love, ...
Don't marry me because ...
1. I am selfish. OK, I am not selfish with "my possessions," and I am not consumed with myself. But I can be selfish with my time. I am independent, almost too independent. And while I am definitely an extrovert, I really enjoy time alone. I like to do things "my way" and on "my time."
2. I am lazy. I work hard; I stay busy. But I have been known to waste away a Saturday, doing nothing but sitting on the couch and drinking coffee.
3. I am stubborn. I am not a fighter. I am not one who enjoys arguing. And I am open to different ideas and thoughts. But once I have something "set" in mind, it takes a lot for me to change. (My politically conservative friends can vouch for this one.)
So there you have it. And if you're wondering, the "don't marry me" list could have been a lot longer. But, alas, I was only asked for three.
So what about you? Why should someone marry you or not marry you? And married readers, you can play along too.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Hank & Me
John Grogan, the dude who penned Marley & Me, is a genius … not because he is some brilliant writer or some amazing storyteller, but because he took everyday tales of his neurotic dog, turned them into a complete work, and made millions. And the truth is, if you have ever had a pup, you could have done the same. Well, at least, I think I could have.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
thirtysomething?
So there I was, celebrating another friend’s 30th birthday. This time around, it was Paul. You see, his sweet girlfriend, Mandy, (there’s your shout-out) gathered together a few high-school buddies to celebrate our friend. So needless to say, I was excited. I was looking forward to catching up and remembering the good ol’ days. And we did. We talked about our jobs, our houses, and their kids. We chatted it up and laughed a whole lot. It was really nice. But about halfway through the evening, I thought to myself, When did our birthday parties morph into subdued dinner parties? When did we grow up? And are we really 30?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
What's the Frequency, Kenneth?
Daddy, this post is for you. The thing is, you'll never read it … unless I print it out for you. You could care less about a blog; heck, it's probably safe to say that you don't even know what a blog really is. (And I know you're going to shake your head when I explain it to you and that I now have one.) You don't fool with computers — they're just not your thing. I mean, you don't even have a cell phone (which annoys all of us by the way). But the truth is, your dislike for technology — iPods, the Internet, texting (or as you call it, "testing") — is one of the many qualities I admire about you. There, I said it.
In all seriousness, Daddy, I appreciate you. I admire your love for a simple life. You don't worry about having this or having that. You have always just wanted to be happy and content in life, and I know that's what you want for us too. As a kid, I didn't pay a lot of attention to just how much you sacrificed or gave up for us. I didn't stop and think about your 10- to 12-hour shifts in the evenings and your all-day work on the farm. I didn't realize why you pushed us so hard to love God, to serve Him, and to be obedient to Him. And I simply hated digging potatoes, fixing fence, and cutting wood. I didn't even feel sorry for you because you drove some piece of crap truck — one that came from some run-down car lot.
But, today, as I am growing up (finally), I do see it. I see that you are what every man should strive to be — a servant of God, a faithful husband, a devoted father, and a loving grandfather. You have always put everyone ahead of yourself, and though you pretend to want us all to feel sorry for you, I know you wouldn't have it any other way. So for that, Daddy, I thank you. Thank you for your humor and silliness. Thank you for all of the whippings and talking-tos. Thank you for hard work and dedication. Thank you for all always being there. And thank you for your love. Maybe one day, I will be half the man you are.
Happy Father's Day,
Lon
Friday, June 12, 2009
Spacehog, Doritos, & Bear Mountain
I can't speak for the ladies, but every single guy needs a married couple to call his own — a "Monica and Chandler," if you will. Single guys need a couple they can hang out with, crash with when it's "too late" to drive home, double-date with, and the like. But, more importantly, guys need a married couple to watch and learn from.