Ugh.

I do not feel well.

I hate being sick.

You know what I hate even more than being sick though?

I hate that several people today are going to act like I'm a second-class Christian or that I don't have enough faith in God.

That always happens when I'm sick and I don't like it.

When someone is healed of a sickness it's a miracle.

If it happened to me every time I got sick wouldn't it lack some of it's miraculous nature?

Instead of saying, "It's a miracle, he has been healed!" We would have to say, "It's just like usual, he has been healed."

Kinda loses it's miracle title if you ask me. Maybe they should change the definition of miracle in the bible...the writers were clearly mistaken when they wrote it.

Yeah, I know, I'm a terrible pastor.

Thoughts?

I had to drop by Sam's Club (my favorite store) today to grab a few life supplies. You know, Pretzel Crisps, Sippy Cups, 4lbs of Butter, Pumpkin Spice Coffee Creamer...just the bare necessities of course. I wouldn't be caught dead buying things that weren't essential to my life.

What I'm amazed by is that there seems to be an unstoppable force of a screaming child in Sam's Club at least 8 out of 10 times that I'm in there. What...is...the...deal?

When I was little, If I pulled something like that I would have been given something to really cry about. I was in the store for about thirty minutes and I could hear this kid wailing for the entire half hour. I can't help being nosey and I had to go see what this kid looked like. I always have to check out the offender of any public annoyance. Doesn't everyone do that?

So this kid is probably 3 or 4 years old, but he seems to contain the nuclear energy of the Incredible Hulk. What's the kid's mom doing about the situation? You guessed it...not a dang thang. She's got that distant, "I'm a failure of a human being and I couldn't care less" look in her eyes. It's not looking like anyone is going to break into this child's life with a reality slap anytime soon.

The pinnacle of my shopping experience was of course the check-out lane. Where is the screaming menace of a small human at this time? Well right in the next lane over of course...how could there be another possibility? It just wouldn't make sense any other way.

I must have been concentrating a little bit too hard at making him gag with my telekinetic powers because a guy in front of me broke my mind- force with this little nugget..."You'll be there too some day. I've got a little guy at home about his age and they all do that. You just have to let them have their way or else it will never end."

I said to the guy, "Wow. Thank you for changing my parenting life with that incredible insight. I might be able to write a book now...I have been given the key to knowledge and astuteness when it comes to caring for my offspring. You sir, are a gentleman and a scholar."

Okay so I didn't actually say that...but, I thought it several hours later when I was in front of my computer.

I think I have a disease. It's called Black-Eye-Syndrome.

I developed BES close to 3 months ago. Here's what my first outbreak of BES looked like:

Now believe it or not this was right after the first flare up and it actually got worse than this. Half of my eyeball filled up with blood. I had blurred vision for over a week. There is some kind of hairline fracture on my eye-socket.

All of this from dodgeball of course. I love dodgeball. I'm not very good at dodgeball, but I love dodgeball.

I'm posting this because it's nearly 3 months after my first outbreak of BES and I can't seem to get it cleared up. Every morning I look in the mirror and I'm like, "What the crap??"

Here's what I look like this morning..."What the crap??" p.s...this image is reversed due to photobooth being weird and backwards...or...forwards. Whatever.


No that's not a shadow on my face. I still have BES. Every single day someone asks me..."do you have a black eye?" or "did you get hit in the face again?"