Strother...

I went to the Dentist today, it's been a while. I actually kinda looked forward to going, i've never had problems with them so I don't have any reasons not to like them. The Dentist was nice, first time i'd seen him in 5 years, not that I haven't been to a dentist in that long, just that dentist had been 5 years. ha

My teeth are clean, and pretty, no cavities.

My car died today, it was legitimately sad. :(

Techno makes me feel better, DJ Hixxy gots the stuff.

=Anthony

Onesie upon a time...

I had a great idea. Footed pajama's, onesies, awesome. Sean and I share a room, we both drive 1990's aqua green cars, we are a team. WE wanted to get onesies for a long time cause they're that awesome. We looked online and found some....$40. crazy. One day we were helping out around the church. We discovered that there were some for 10$ at target! 8 hours later we had some. :)

Not to sound to dependent on one thing, everytime I take my onesie off, I feel bad. Not emotionally bad, I just feel like i've lost that comfort for the day....I wonder if there is some way to conceal a onesie under regular clothing....

=Anthony

Why not?

Job 1:8

"Then the LORD said to Satan, "Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one on earth like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil."

I was doing dishes when this verse came to my mind. I remember something along the lines so I looked it up and read it again, and as I was reading it, the thought came to my mind; why can't the verse read, "Have you considered my servant Anthony?" Do I make Jesus proud? Does he say that about me? Have you considered me?

Thank you Jesus.

"Have you considered my servant (insert your name here)?"

=Anthony

In my head, in my dreams.

That title really has nothing to do with what i'm writing.

Generation Y wants to be rich and famous, in one way or another. I have 8 followers, the Gen Y complex I have makes me feel like i'm a little famous. No joke. When I saw that I had 8 followers, and knowing what Gen Y is, I thought, "I'm going to be the greatest blogger on the internet..." Really Anthony?! Really?

Yeah.

Thats silly, I know. But do you know what is even more sillier than that? (sillier?!)

Going to Safeway at Midnight, in onesies, to get chocolate milk...wait! Thats not silly, thats flippin' Genius!

Thats right, team Dino went to safeway and acquired chocolate milk for the kingdom. Rawr. Buying the onesies was probably one of the greatest idea's i have ever had. I slept amazing last night too by the way, Nothing is more secure than a onesie...buy one. :)

=Anthony

The words of a friend play into this...

..."I friggin' Love Jesus" - Phil Garrey

So, this is the devo I did today. I liked it so I thought I would share it with all my avid followers...(phil.)

I'm reading in 1st Corinthians 7, and the verses that stuck out to me the most were 32-34a.

S! "I would like you to be free from concern. An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord's affairs -- how he can please the Lord. (33) But a married man is concerned about the affairs of this world -- how he can please his wife -- (34) and his interests are divided." 1st Corinthians 7:32-34a (If you read the rest of 34 it says the same thing for woman, I just chose to write about men, cause writing about women would be kinda weird....)

To follow the heavily praised S.O.A.P method, this is what I observed.

O! A married man has to please more than one person. He has to please his wife and the Lord. He has to be a good manager of time and resources. A single dude has to please the Lord. He can rely fully on the Lord, (Not saying a married man can't) and not have to worry about a significant other.

A! Me being a Single dude, giving a year to Lord was hard. I liked a girl, she liked me. My interests were surely divided. I realize I couldn't have juggled both a relationship with a girl, and a relationship with my Lord; Someone would have had to have gotten the back burner. So, for this next year, It was decided that we would be good friends (this girl and I, not Jesus and Me...well, Jesus and me are good friends..augh! You get the point!) and I'd focus on my internship. Good move. Having one focus makes things a lot easier. Would I have liked to have both area's work out? Yes. I can't wait to be married. Its one of my biggest goals is to have a wife that loves me. :) But for now, Me and Jesus be home boys!

P! Lord, I give you my life. I trust in you to provide for me, to provide everything I'll ever need, yes, that includes a wife! Thank you Jesus for looking out for me. Amen.

peace and love chaps!

-Anthony

I believe I can fly, I do, I do.

Say it. Its like saying you believe in fairies. If you don't, someone will fall from the sky...onto their face.

Too late! I did fall onto my face, but in my defense I made it twenty feet through the air before I did. Don't believe me? Let me explain.

Years ago, when I first lived on Whidbey Island I would take big trash bags during windstorms and run around with the bag pulling me. I weighed nothing so I would get a glide a few feet if I jumped. Woah! Thats exciting right? Well, things haven't changed that much; I'm still don't weigh anything, and It's still windy. What has changed? The size of the bag.

Brian Silveira, Nathan Ross, and myself went to Fort Casey yesterday the Wind speeds around 30 M.P.H. gusting upwards of 40. It was good stuff, so we busted out B. Silvs SUPER Kite. It has a 6 foot span of awesome that can make the 220 lbs. Brian stumble. I weigh 130 lbs., so what does that do to me? It drags me and tosses me and makes me its play thing. I got owned so hard.

During this whole thing we managed to come up with the ideas: "Jump off that picnic table and cut the kite so it pulls you." and "Lay on the longboard and get pulled!"

Well, the first one ended up with a massive faceplant after a 20 foot glide. Fun stuff.

The second just ended in the separation of body and board.

To put this in perspective...have you ever watched a western film where someone is getting pulled behind a horse? Same concept.

Everyone should try a SUPER Kite.

Meanwhile,

B. Silvs 11 foot Kite is being fixed. If the 6 footer makes him stumble, the 11 footer makes him fly.

Compare that to me. The 6 footer makes me fly, the 11 footer? I'll die.

Its been good knowing you all.

Here comes the good 11 footer times. :)

-anthony