Me: -fixes mustard dispenser-
Me: In case you were wondering if I'm awesome, the answer is yes.
Chad: You crazy. Saying that after driving this food truck up a sidewalk.
Me: Uh, successfully driving a food truck up a sidewalk, thank you.
Oh, hey, cool. I got a thing. Thanks!
-I have been saved by the Lord Jesus Christ and can define everything in life through that fact. Through providence, my name can actually be translated in a certain (valid) way that makes it a brief (and, I hope, accurate) summary of my testimony, so I’m constantly reminded of it.
- I look good.
- I’m a genius and was a member of Mensa until I stopped paying the annual dues. I don’t like to bring it up much, because it seems like there are very few times when saying it would be helpful, but it is true and I’m rather fond of the fact.
- There is a very clear calling on my life, which simplifies things greatly. I find it helpful, anyway.
- I have a good deal of endurance. Not, like, physically. I mean, I can walk all day, but if I run more than a dozen meters or so I’ll die, and I can’t handle heat and don’t go south of Pittsburgh if I can help it (generally, I can). I mean that I’ve been gifted to where I can just keep going in the face of repeated and troubling opposition. I almost never get so discouraged I have to actually stop and recuperate (I can think of once in the last six years, and it lasted about two hours), and I’ve never gotten burned out from doing the same work multiple times a week every week for years. God built me to work. The most severe experience of that was tech crew, which is more work than one may expect, but admittedly not nearly as much as planting a church will be, so I suspect we’ll see how far this gift really goes soon enough.
I gotta get ready for work and stuff, so I’ll send these out probably tonight.
Me: Oh, Chris, I got yelled at when I showed up to that class yesterday.
Chris: Because you forgot the paper?
Me: No, I had that, but I took them in the wrong order.
Chris: Carlos did that, too.
Carlos: Yeah, they wouldn't even let me take it when I did that.
Me: Well, I'm white, so...
Carlos: There is that.
Chris: Wow, second day? We went there?
Carlos: Oh, that's odd? Are we not in America anymore?
My grandma never seemed to have regular syrup in her house (which I learned when I was, like, 27 wasn’t actually maple syrup either, but table syrup, which it turns out is different), so every time we slept over and she made pancakes or waffles or french toast or whatever, we used corn syrup on it.anachronistic-vibrancy cringes every time I look at a bottle of corn syrup because of that story.
why would you ever idolize cops when firefighters exist
yeah seriously have you ever heard of “corrupt firefighter”
what would a ‘corrupt firefighter’ even be. he put out that fire with a little TOO much water. he was a little rough with the cat he rescued from a tree for a little old lady
In my hometown, when I was a kid, a firefighter was arrested because it turned out that he was setting houses on fire, then showing up in uniform to put out the blaze in a heroic manner and getting a ton of praise for it.
But I mean, I’m sure it was just the one guy.