Picture this

When I can't think of anything to write, I post pictures. So, let this mean "a picture is worth a thousand words."

Yesterday, strong storms ravaged the area. You may not be able to tell, but there was hail. I'll prove it:

Hail yeah!

Before...

After.

So, this is just a summary of yesterday.

The last two pictures were part of the 2nd half of the pie auction held at the B.S.U. This time, the the guys made the desserts while the girls had to bid for them. They raised around $1700. WOW! But, to the guys credit, we made some awesome stuff. We made many more desserts than the females. What did I bring? Well, I brought an apple pie (that I didn't make,..... thanks WalMart). But the best thing was what accompanied the pie. Cereal. Not just any cereal. It was cocoa pebbles. Hey, women like chocolate, right?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Pie hoe

Somebody ate my pie.

There is this so-called unwritten rule that any unmarked and unlabeled food in the fridge is available for anyone to eat. I guess this means that the 10 commandments are not applicable in kitchen areas. So, when somebody has an $80 pie in there, it is okay to eat about $30 worth without asking. What next? Can anybody murder in or near the refridgerator? How would this go down in a court of law?

The judge: Sir, your client has been accused of murder. The victim was stabbed 70 times in the chest, raped 6 times, and the body was used as a protective cocoon of slaughtered human affluence. What do you say to this?
The Lawyer: Sir, I can explain. You see, this all is true, but it happened in the kitchen, next to the Frigidaire.
The judge: Oh! Why didn't you say something? Not guilty! Cased closed. This court is adjourned.

I left a sign on the fridge with this exact saying:

Good Rule of To abide by....
IF IT'S NOT YOURS, DON'T EAT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess the refrigerator isn't a democracy, it's anarchy. I hope the $30 worth of pie you had rots inside of you and causes weeks of discomfort in your abdomen. I hope flaming turds emits from your rectum for years to come. Yes, maybe I should have put my name on it to "officially" claim it as mine, but that DOES NOT give you the right to consume what is not yours. You know what that is called? Stealing. I hope your conscience allows you to sleep at night. I'll be sleeping just fine, don't worry. Oh, and if you are going to steal other another person's food, at least throw away the evidence for God's sake. I mean the trash can was less that one foot away from where you left it. This means you are lazy as well as a thief. God Bless.

Can you tell that I was aggravated? Well, I was. You see, for one thing, it was really good pie. Another thing is not the fact that they ate something, but the fact that they ate something that didn't belong to them. Like I said in the sign, that's stealing.

Oh well, maybe God will humor me by allowing the whole flaming turds thing. That would be funny.

Anyway, I'll leave you will two thing to ponder. Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Does Supermans mom wrap his presents?

Have common sense. Don't fry bacon naked.

And on the Third Day...

And on the Third Day, He made awesome music.

Well, the Third Day concert rocked my pants off. And I quickly put my pants back on because that is just embarrassing being without pants in front of a few thousand people. It's like that thing that people tell you when you have to speak in front a large crowd: just imagine the crowd without any pants. It's like that only it's the opposite.

David Crowder opened up the concert and did an amazing job. He really knows how to work a crowd. Anyways, here's some photos from the concert.
And there are some of the pictures that I took of the concert. I had floor seats but I wish I was closer. I bought a shirt, which I'm wearing now, and it looks cweet (combo of 'sweet' and 'cool').

I finally caught up on my sleep. I stayed up till 4 or so Sunday night/Monday morning/freaking late/freaking early talking on the phone. But I slept till noon or so. But I was still really tired. But I'm all z'd out now. I am good to go.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Training of the Kent

I have returned.... ONCE AGAIN!

The retreat at Falls Creek is over. And so is the Third Day concert. Both were awesome in their own respect. So, for the sake of avoiding long blog posts, I will post separately about the two events. First, I will talk about the retreat.

The weekend was called "Training of the Wise". And it had very Ninja feel to it. Why ninjas? Well, they dedicate their whole life to their craft. They dedicate all they have to perfect being a ninja. We also have to spend our lives training to be the best christian we can possibly be. Being a christian ninja not only sounds cool but also is applicable to how we should train ourselves.

I learned a very simple and easy way to learn the Bible. Read it! Just kidding, but I'm not at the same time. Anyway, I got some very helpful tips on how to study the Word of God. Now I just have to apply it to my life... not just talk about it. I have to act on it.

But other than the learning taking place, we also had plenty of time for extra curricular activities. Capture the flag happened first. Only two people injured themselves. One was due to falling out of a tree because of a faulty branch. The other was just a simple case of road rash due to a combination of running and tackling. But my team won, although some would say that we cheated. Let me tell them something. We cheated because we wanted to win.

After this we went back into the cabin and played some games on the XBox. So, when it hit 5:30 am, we decided it would be best to get some kind of sleep. 2 and a half hours later I woke up so pancakes and grape juice. Good stuff. But I woke up, ate breakfast, learned me some Jesus, and then took a "nature" walk. Here's some of the pictures I took from it.

But I had tons-o-fun. I got to know some of my Baptist brothers and sisters a little better. And no, we didn't bring alcohol.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

1st, 2nd, 3RD Retreat! Retreat!

In about 30 minutes I'll be heading to familiar territory: Falls Creek.

The 1st Baptist college ministry will be heading towards Davis, OK, for a retreat. Hopefully, there will be fun, fellowship, and late night antics.

But, after the retreat is over, I'll be heading to norman to catch one of my favorite bands of all time: Third Day. I've seen them several times but this time is different. I'm armed with a camera.

So, I'll be taking many a picture and perhaps I'll share them with you. But, I won't get to do that until at least Sunday afternoon. So, everyone have a terrific weekend, as I strive for.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

p.s. God loves Third Day.

Number 2

This will be a totally random blog post.... so get ready...... Here is a blog dedicated to pictures of food that I have taken with my digital camera. Enjoy...

This picture of cornbread is currently on the background on my computer. Is that weird?
An IHOP special.
Chicken fried something...
This is what every farmer and rancher (not the jolly type) likes..... biscuits and gravy.

This is from the pie auction. Poor bunny has a spoon in it's eye.

And now, eating all of this stuff has to lead to something........

There you go.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Apocalyptic Oil

I've been meaning to get this off of my chest, so to speak.

Usually I don't speak of issues concerning our country and/or the world, but this post will be about one of my biggest issues with the world. And I can summarize it into one word: oil.

Now, I don't have to tell you how important oil is to the United States. But I will anyway. It seems like everything we do is dependent on oil. Just think about it. Our cars run on gasoline or diesel. Plastics are made from oil. Just think about how many products you use that are made from plastic. CD's, tapes, shoes, tires, some make-up, and many many others. Needless to say, oil is very important in our culture.

The United States expends more energy as a country than any other country in the world. So what happens if you take away oil from the United States? Just think about it. You won't be able to have many of the things you have now. Many believe, like I do, that the U.S. will turn into a third world country if we don't have oil to depend on. Our economy will practically shut down. The great United States will be no more.

Now, I believe that an event known as the rapture will take place fairly soon. This is when God takes those who know Him with Him in the sky. Christians will practically disappear in mid air, so to speak. And if you follow end-time prophetic events, you may have heard people say that there will be talk of a one-world government. How can a power such as the United States allow such a thing to happen? You would think they would never agree to a one-world government. Well, something drastic will have to occur. The U.S. will have to be brought to its knees for them to forfeit their place as the world's only superpower. And the U.S. losing oil is what I believe will happen. The U.S. will be so broken that the thought of joining the one-world government will sound like a good idea.

The rising gas prices are an indicator that oil may be running out. And we all know that oil can't last forever. So, what are we to do when the oil runs out? Well, to solve our energy needs, many say that hydrogen is the answer. But we are many years away from enjoying such technology. To run our cars and trucks, many point to the year 2020 when this may be possible. Who knows what kind of gas prices we'll be paying by then?

That's my beliefs. Take it or hate it. Any thoughts you want to share?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

When the rain comes

When it rains, it pours. Literally.

After a whole weekend of rain, we got some more. Enough rain to finally get rid of the burn ban we have in Oklahoma. Which sucks....... It's now harder to start grass fires and other arson-type activities. Obviously, I am joking.

I like the rain. I like storms. For the longest time, I wanted to be a meteorologist. And no, that doesn't stand for the study of meteors. And, I may be weird (and I am), but I love tornadoes. Just as long as they aren't damaging somebody's property. I love the danger, the excitement. I like the power they hold,... and we are powerless..... unless Chuck Norris is there. Then he'll just roundhouse kick the tornado to France. Thanks Chuck Norris.

Well, school has started back up after what seems to me like a rather long Spring Break. Time to get back in the swing of things.... which to me just means that I'll continue being lazy and not doing my school work. Some things never change.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Kurt... Kent...whatever

Well... here is the gang... so to speak. All separated now. But briefly back together.... We were here getting fitted for tuxes to be worn at a later time (Bryan's wedding). And Ed was there too:Ed was super excited to be there too. But basically we were waiting for Bryan to make decisions so we could go eat. We were hungry dang it!

Well, it's raining cats and dogs here. Here's a picture I took of outside my house today:

Yeah... it was bad, yo.

Let's see... what else... what else..... I went to Jack in the Box earlier and got a shake. They always make their shakes really tough to suck through the straw. But, as always, I use the straw anyways. So, that made me wonder..... Is it possible to give yourself a hickey inside your mouth? I think you can.......

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Blind

This is the autographed mini-poster from the Newsboys at WinterJam. Now, I can't tell who signed which name or what any of them actually say, but it's awesome nonetheless.

So, I guess it's becoming wedding season soon. I'm really thinking that I'll become one of the last people out of my circle of friends to get married. Does this bother me? Well, yes and no. No, because I need to think about what I'm going to do for a career. So, I have plenty to occupy my mind with as far as that goes. Plus, I'm happy for my friends that they have found somebody to love and to spend their life with. It bothers me because I wish I have what they have. It is the selfish part of me. But there is nothing wrong for wanting to feel love. Is there? The loneliness gets to me sometimes.

But I have to realize that God is in control,... as long as I let Him. Too many times we take over while not even knowing what to do. Would you let a blind man drive your car? Heck no! But that is essentially what we do when we try to control our own lives. We are blind to what is really in front of us. I need to learn how to let God take the wheel. He is the only one who knows where I need to go. I just need to ask for directions.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Yeah, I can do that

People are actually avoiding walking into the "hole" Remember, both his feet in reality are flat on the pavement


Make Poverty History drawing from the side(40 ft long)

Just thought I'd share with ya.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Addicted to Robert Palmer's Playstation

Might as well face it, . . . I'm addicted to that song (Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love"). I guess I'm on my 80's kick right now. Who knows? Actually, I'm not on an 80's kick. I just like the song. So sue me. But don't..... that sucks.

I can't keep putting off reading this text book. I just can't..... You'd understand too if a whole chapter on Pragmatism was staring you in the face. Stupid philosophy. I think the stuff is interesting but the fact that I HAVE to read it makes me not WANT to read it. I think I study better when there is no pressure.

Well, the NCAA tournament starts bright and early tomorrow. By the way, "bright and early" is anytime before noon. I have filled out a total of 7 brackets. Each one looks different. And each one will therefore be wrong. That's just how it goes. I have my Oklahoma Sooners winning tomorrow but losing to Florida on Saturday. Sucks, but that's how I think it will go.

So, this is the eve of a big day for Ada. Why? Chili's opens tomorrow. Whoopee doo. It's going to be so freakin' crowded there for months because it's new. And Ada people are so desperate to eat at a new place that isn't Mexican food. It's sad, really. But Applebee's will soon open so maybe that won't be too bad.

I got some sad news earlier today. Sony won't be releasing their Playstation 3 until November. I want to pre-order as soon as I can. I might order 2 or 3 units so I can sell the others at a jacked-up price. I'd do that so I can pay for the PS3 that I'm keeping. In essence, I'm paying for 3, selling 2, so I can get 1 for nothing. Make sense?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Dr. Ed

It's always nice to catch up with an "old" friend.

Today, Ed called. He said he's coming for a visit on Friday and leaving the next day. That should be fun. It's a big deal but all we'll end up doing probably will be:

1. Watching Cheaters
2. Getting a tub of ice cream
3. Making computers talk to each other.
4. Go to Walmart.
5. Hang out with Bryan.
6. Make fun of people.

So, as you can tell, this weekend will be full of action. Heck, we may even throw the football around.... like the 'boys. I think Ed can throw it over a mountain.

So, my Spring Break is going.... uh..... along. I haven't really done much except help my mother search for a new car. Which I don't mind, I got free food out of the deal.

It's now been almost 3 weeks since I have had a carbonated beverage. It hasn't been as hard as I thought it would be. Now I just have to be better about the fast food. I'm such a weak man... I can't say no to a good Braum's burger or Sonic food (as long as it's not from Ada... our Sonic sucks).

The best time in all of sports is upon us. And filling out the bracket is one of my favorite things to do. All the contests I enter with these brackets I always get so close to winning. I'm either 2nd or dead last. So, who will be my pick to win it all? You'll find out soon enough.... maybe.

UPDATED 7 DAY RELATIONSHIP FORECAST:

Wednesday - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah right!
Thursday - I will try to go to WalMart and find a date. Unfortunately, I didn't dress up enough to be considered "dateable".
Friday - I'll be hanging out with Ed... there's no chance of getting a date with him around me.
Saturday - I sign up for an online dating service. The transexual nazi eskimo I met says I'm not her/his type.
Sunday - I think God just laughed at me.
Monday - I'll be too busy blogging.....
Tuesday - The 1-900 number girls wouldn't accept my call.

Sad isn't it? That's my life.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Spring Broke

If it's not one thing, it's another.

It's not fun having little money. Because, if you want stuff, then you may need a thing called money to get it. And I ain't got it.

My mother and I test drove three different cars today. A Pontiac G6, a Chevy Malibu, and a Buick version of the previous two. I liked the G6 myself. Actually I want her to get a SSR. Here's a picture of it:


Looks awesome, but the REDUCED price tag of $35,000 was just above her range.

So, what's my plans for Spring Break? I'm going to Florida and spending it on the beautiful beaches where nearly nude woman will be frolicing about. And me, in the midst of it all. Now, take all of that and imagine the exact opposite. That is what I'm REALLY doing. Nothing. How sad am I? At least there will be plenty of basketball to keep me busy. March Madness, baby!

*Sigh*

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Proof that God hates the Longhorns

The worlds 3rd greatest evil: the car salesman.

My mother's 95 Lumina went to crap, now it's time for a new vehicle. I'll be with her during this so-called adventure,... because I don't want anybody to give her a raw deal just because she's a woman. Don't get mad at me,... it happens and you know it.
Must be a Ford product....

Anywho....... Storms came through last night. We really needed the rain. Well, the ground really needed it. I'm sure the ground was hatin' pretty strong for the last couple of months.

The Ground: What's the deal with the dry weather?

God: Ah, dag. My bad. I was kinda busy thawing out hell.

The Ground: Why? What happened to hell that it would freeze over?

God: Didn't Texas win the national championship in football?

Yeah... it's still hard for me to believe at times.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

So...?

Okay... is this good or bad?

I think I've done all the things that I wanted to do with the template. So, what do you all (everybody) think? Is the black background crap? What about the color scheme?

That's all I have. Oh, and Rob, welcome back from the underground.

I'll leave you with a picture of my car:



Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Got Alcohol?

Good luck with all that.

3.14159265...

Do you ever say to yourself, "I just hafta (hick for 'have to') quit spending so much money." I said that a couple of nights ago. Here's why...

Thursday, I went to Encounter, which is essentially 'church' at the Baptist Student Union. But this was a special night. After worship, they were doing their pie auction to raise money for summer missions. But there was more to it. Some/most of the ladies from the B.S.U were the ones who made all the delicious desserts. And it is customary to eat the dessert you bought with the woman who made it. Upon hearing of this event earlier in the day, I leaped with joy, well... without the leaping part. You get pie and a Baptist girl. You can't get any better than that.

Anyways, I "eye the pie" that I want to bid on. Of course, it was cheesecake. I love me the cheesecake. So, here I am, thinking that the pies will go for, maybe, $35-$40. Boy was I wrong. The most someone spent on a dessert was $115!! I told myself, I will NOT spend over $30 on something. What did I do? I spent $80 on something that wasn't even there! I'll explain: I bid on a few items, but I didn't bid the highest on any of them. Therefore not acquiring any pie. The auction was over, or so I thought. One girl stepped up to the front and said that, for the highest bidder, she would make the pie of their (the bidder's) choice. One minute later, I was $80 poorer. I had a good time, though. I really like the feeling of raising your hand at an auction. I feel like a man. They should require each guy to raise a power tool if they want to bid next time. Yeah,... that's a good idea. Or what about farting each time you want to bid?

Here's a few pictures of the event:

Lucky!Lovely, Kara... lovely.

But the best part of all was that over $1,200 was raised to help fund future mission trips.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Who wants to meet the band?

WinterJam. This event should imply what the name suggests. But it was more like lukewarm jam. It doesn't feel like winter out there. Okay, way off subject here.

A friend and I went early to Norman, OK, to get in line. I was thinking that getting there at 3 p.m. was too late. Nope. There was a total of about 20 people there when we arrived. And, for some reason, everybody was on one side standing in line, leaving a whole side unoccupied. That means that I can slip in on this other side to get first in line. And it worked. So, we were there for 3 hours before they opened the doors to let us in. Upon entering, I did nothing short of running down to get the best seat possible. And it worked. Front row, near dead center.

And one of the most difficult things to do was to hold these seats for the rest of my party. You see, I took off in such a hurry I left my friend who was right behind me. I was fortunate that I didn't fall all the way down Lloyd Noble. Nothing like making a fool of yourself in front of hundreds of people. Anyway, by the time I acquired these awesome seats, my friend was nowhere to be seen. I was practically laying on 4 seats so nobody could get them. Right by these seats was like a teenie bopper convention. There were dozens of them running around like a bunch of screaming mimi's. So, I was kicking kids to my left while still holding the seats on my rights. Finally Nick got there. The rest of my group got there about 20 minutes later. I didn't have anymore problems.

But the vantage point for the concert was the best I've ever been a part of. I mean we had front row to a concert where 12,000 people attended. It was great.

AND NOW, THE BEST AND MOST AWESOMEST PART OF THE EVENING: I GOT TO MEET THE NEWSBOYS.

Yes, you heard me right... or READ me right, that is. I got the personally meet the Newsboys. One of my favorite bands and I got to meet them. How, you may ask? Well, I left my seat to go purchase some quality Newsboys products. I saw a sign at their booth that said "Concert Package". 2 shirts, 2 posters, and a cd of your choice PLUS the first 100 to do this gets to meet the band during intermission. So, that's how. Here's some pictures from that:

Jeff Frankenstein (Keyboards)Phil Joel (Bass)

Paul Colman (Guitars)

Duncan Phillips (Drummer... therefore the coolest member of the band.)

Peter Furler (Lead vocals, guitar)... and what's with my face in this one?

Anyways, it was one of the best concerts I've ever been to. And for good reason. This post is long so I'll post more pictures later.

Until next time, Vaya con Dios.

"Uh... My eyes are up HERE!"

You scored as personality. Hopefully whoever you end up with will be attractive, but you choose your women based upon how funny they are and if you can talk to them on the phone for hours and feel like you only just started talking except that your hand is tired and your ear is sore from pressing the phone so close. personality 88% Mouth man 67% an eyes person 63% Breast Guy 29% Ass man 25% The space between the legs 21% What are you attracted to in a girl created with QuizFarm.com

Ahhh... I was afraid I was gonna be an Ass Man. You got that right!

Under Construction

Please be patient with The Gingus Chronicles. I am testing out some changes, as you can see.

I want some feedback. Look good? Or does it look like somebody took a dump on a turtle and then got a hammer and smashed the "crap" out of the poopy turtle?

I still have work to do. I have a long ways to go. There is much left for me to learn about how to change much of this stuff, but I'm slowly learning.... slowly.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Suck it Trebek

I'm really bad at Jeopardy. But sometimes, I get lucky.

It was final jeopardy, and the category was "Word Origins". If it was me, I would have bet a big, fat ZERO. Cause I hardly ever know anything on that show as it is. Anyway, the question went something like this: "A word meaning infedelity, it is a name for a bird that lays its eggs in other birds nests."

Now, I obviously had NO idea what the answer was. One person watching the show guessed that the bird was called, "The fidel". Wrong. Another person here thought that it started with a 'c' or a 'k'. In my head, I was thinking something like the robin or something like that. But all I had was a guess. But for some reason I said out loud, "It's the Cuckookachoo." You know,... just being stupid.

Turns out, everybody on Final Jeopardy missed the answer. What was the correct answer? It's the Cuckoo! Who would have known? Well, Trebek knew it. He knows all.
Until next time, vaya con Dios.