• Pedal to the Sea—Finale (Finally)

    We Made It!!
    We Made It!!

    Note: This is Part Four of a series.  Wouldn’t it be a kick to go back and read from the beginning?

    The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley.

    But not skunks.  Skunks always win. (more…)

  • Pedal to the Sea—Part Three

    The trailer of despair

    Note: This is, as you can read from the title, part three in a series.  If you’re just joining us, may I suggest that you go back and read parts one and two?

    The unendurable teaches you endurance—or leaves you broken and weeping by the side of the road.

    So, I forgot to replace the tubes on the trailer. (more…)

  • Pedal to the Sea—Part Two

     

    A journey of a thousand miles…is really, really long. (more…)

  • Pedal to the Sea—Part One

     

     

    You’ll never know what you can do until you nearly die.

    Goal setting is an important part of life at which I stink.  Therefore, I have determined that my kids will be proficient at it.  At least, that’s my goal. (more…)

  • Lessons Learned

     

    Draining the motor oil out of an automobile as...

    When you assume…

    I have mentioned before that I’m not what you, or anyone you know, would call “handy.”  One of the problems that comes with being less than fully “ept” is that one tends to trust any man with coveralls or a tool belt to automatically know what he is doing.  I know I shouldn’t oughta, but I do. Last week I paid an annoying price and learned some valuable lessons. (more…)

  • Drama Queens

     

    Entertainer reads the "Stage door enquiri...

    Here we go again….

    My daughter is a drama queen…and I mean that in the nicest sense of the word. (more…)

  • The Chair

     

    Every castle needs a throne—and I’m not talking about one with plumbing.

    I don’t have a “Man Cave” per se, but I do have a big, comfy Daddy chair.  It’s green, just so you know.  I didn’t go looking for a big, green chair; I just went looking for a place to relax. (more…)

  • Handy Man

    I’m not.

    Handy, that is.

    I’m not the kind of man one calls when one needs help fixing or building.   You will never hear it said, “Oh, call Michael.  He can help.  That guy can fix anything!”

    It’s not that I don’t try.  I try.

    It’s not that I’m inept.  I’m ept.  Just not ept enough. (more…)

  • The Decider

    The famous "The Buck Stops Here" sig...

    The buck stops here.

    I didn’t make that up, just so you know.  When I was a kid, I figured that phrase had to do with making money.  I thought, “Woohoo! That’s right—let the buck stop right here, Baby! In fact, make it lots and lots of bucks!”

    I have since learned that the phrase has an entirely different—and less pleasant—meaning. (more…)

  • Family Worship

     

    Praying Hands

    O.K., this time there will be no rabbit trails.  In my last post, I started to talk about our family’s worship experience, and I got distracted by the issue of sleep.

    I love sleep.

    Anyway, it is a bit ironic that I got distracted when I was talking about worship.  You see, my family always gets distracted when we attempt to worship. (more…)