Monday, December 27, 2004

Make A Little Prayer Tonight. . .

This isn't going to be the post that made a million laugh. Instead, I'm asking for a little favour from all my readers. Tonight, I ask that you make a specific prayer to God. In the last few days, parts of Asia have been devastated by earthquakes and tsunamis. Thailand, Sri Lanka, India and Indonesia seems to have got the majority of the devastation. The death toll is at close to 22, 000.

This is depressing stuff. I realize I don't usually mention topics like this. But I have some very dear friends that have loved ones that live in that area. I'm sure some people reading this may have friends that are in a similar situation. So tonight, I just ask that you make a little prayer to God. Ask that he comforts the people who have loved ones over there. Also ask that God keeps those loved ones safe.

Thank you. God Bless.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Boxing Day Sales. . .

I wanted to deposit a cheque from my parents today. Mainly because when I'm up north I'm rarely in the town that has my bank. It's always nice to be able to turn that piece of paper into something useful -- like phone bill money or uh. . . well, that's about all I use money for right now. Since my bank is in the mall, I decided to check out the 'amazing' Boxin Day savings that I always hear about.

Maybe I just don't head out to the mall enough -- Haliburton doesn't have a real mall - but I wasn't blown away by the 'amazing sales'. There was some clothing stores that promised 50% off but even at that deal, it seemed they expecting King and Queens to shop there. My word, clothes are expensive. Or maybe I'm just real cheap? I work at a Christian Camp for a living so I'm not really one to throw my money into the wind. Needless to say, I didn't take advantage of the 'sales' at the mall.

Oh well, I'm going to be sweeping that Million Dollar Lady off her feet in no time. After she hits her head from the fall, maybe she'll be off guard enough to give me some spending money.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

To Be The Man. . .

Last night, I finished reading the autobiography by professional wrestler Ric Flair entitled 'To Be The Man.' After my Christmas shopping, I decided to get myself a present and picked up this book. I completed it in less than two days. That alone would be a sign of how much I enoyed the book. Or maybe a sign of how much time I have on my hands?

I enjoy professional wrestling. My all time favourite wrestlers is none other than the 'Nature Boy' Ric Flair. For most of his career he has played the bad guy but despite that, I've always found myself rooting for him. He is ultra charismatic and has an unrivalled ring presence. Arguable, the greatest professional wrestler ever. Of course, this is coming from someone who just admitted to being a major fan.

The book obviously chronicles the life and career of Ric Flair. Flair has had quite the eventful life which makes for a very interesting read. Flair has been in the wrestling business for over 30 years. For a good portion of that has been seen as one of the top guys. Flair was also a big party animal. Flair talks often in the book about his battle from being the wrestler Ric Flair and being the good father/husband Richard Fliehr. Flair did a good job about talking about his many exploits but at no time saying that he was necessarily proud of them. He regrets not being the father or husband he should have. It's encouraging to hear how hard he works now to be a family man.

The book pulls no punches. Flair says exactly how he feels. Thus quite a few guys get a good bashing in the book. At the same time, he does speak very highly of other people. I'd definitely not say it's a book full of bitterness. I would say it lacks the humour that another classic wreslting autobiography which was written by Mick Foley. Mick Foley's two books are also my all time favourite wrestling related books. The Flair book has itself some stiff competition.

I felt the Ric Flair booked lacked some detail as well. Flair seems to really skim over his life. It felt like a few years were completely skipped. There were some events that I was interested in getting his view point on but he either skipped or skimmed them. Flair is also 55 years old and thus that is a lot of life to cram into 300 pages.

I really enjoyed the book. Can't really recommmend it to any non wreslting fans considering a lot of it is about Flair's career. I think many wrestling fans will appreciate the book. Maybe even gain a new respect for Ric Flair. He has lived quite the impressive life. Even myself being a big fan, learned a lot of new things about Ric Flair.

A definite thumbs up from this reader. It gets a big giant 'WOOO' from me. Of course, if you're a non wreslting fan than I lost you on that last reference.

Friday, December 24, 2004

Merry Christmas!!!

To all my loyal readers and to all my first time readers too; I want to wish you all a very, very, very, heartfelt Merry Christmas! I hope you all have a very wonderful holidays. Be sure to give the ones you care about a big hug and show them how much they mean to you. I hope you enjoy all the blessings from God on this glorious day. Peace!

Saturday, December 18, 2004

A Movie That Made Me Tear. . .

I'm a big tough guy, right? Right??? Okay, maybe tough isn't how you would describe me. Maybe I'd even admit that I may border on being a rather sensetive guy. Despite that, guys still don't cry. Right? Hello? Alright, guys don't admit that they cry. Better?

I had a discussion with some ladies where they mentioned certian movies that bring them to tears. I was pretty positive that I hadn't seen a single one of those movies that they had mentioned. Or at least, I wasn't willing to admit to seeing it. I couldn't claim that no movie has brought me to tears. Truth is, their are thoses rare films that cause a single tear to stroll down my cheek.

I was probably 10 years old when I first saw it. I don't know how many times I've seen it since. I'm pretty sure I would have still been in high school the last time I watched this movie. Every time I've seen this movie, I've been pretty close to shedding a tear. The very least, I was a little choked up after. The movie? Lucas.

Stop laughing. I'm being serious. Actually, you may not be laughing, you may be wondering what movie I'm talking about. I can understand that. It isn't like the film was an universal blockbuster. But I'm sure I rented it more than twice when I was younger -- so the film made at least 4 bucks. The film is about a boy named Lucas but I'm sure you figured that out. Lucas is a scrawny kid and would be considered a really big loser. He lives in a trailer park and isn't very atheletic. This is a 80's teen movie, so of course all the cool kids are football players. The football players pick on poor Lucas. That is basically the life of Lucas. Except a really cute girl moves into town. Lucas is the first person to befriend her. Naturally, they become friends. Obviously, poor Lucas decides that he likes this girl very much. Of course, she is oblivious to this and only thinks they are friends. Instead, she has a big crush on one of the football players -- one of the ones that happens to be nicer to Lucas.

It isn't Shakespeare. It also is the opposite of unpredictable. If you've seen any teen 80s film then you know that the scrawny, unatheletic Lucas joins the football team in order to impress the girl of his dreams. Hilarity ensues as pipsqueak Luke tries to play a game that he knows nothing about. I actually don't remember how he got on the team. He ends up spending time warming the bench most games anyway.

Then the big day happens. Somehow, Lucas is brought on the field to do a play. I really forget why but it's an 80s teen movie so the reason was probably flimsy to begin with. No matter how he got there, he was there on the field. This was the big moment of the movie. As I'm sure you've already called, the quaterback for whatever reason has no choice but to throw the ball to Lucas. I don't remember why he threw the ball to a stickman that never played a game before. Especially since I think it may have been a championship game and they probably were down by 6 points. I'm not sure if that was the case but it's an 80s teen movie so I'm sure I'm close. He catches the ball. He made a run for the end zone. Or maybe he didn't run for the end zone. I do know that he catches the ball. I also know that he gets creamed. SPLAT! Big boy crushed shrimp. End of Lucas. He gets stretchered out. You got to feel bad for the guy especially since the girl of his dreams still likes Joe Football even if Lucas just put his life on the line to impress her.

Lucas survives the squashfest and comes to school. Probably ready for a day of wedgies and spitballs. He enters the school and everyone is staring at him. He goes to his locker probably convinced some prank is awaiting him. Then, the moment happens. The time that I get a tear in my eye. I start to cry like a baby. Lucas opens up his locker to see the High School Football Team jacket inside. He checks his locker to make sure this is the right locker. Suddenly, the guy who stole his girl starts to clap. Everybody starts clapping even the meanies who made sure he got a wedgie a day. They all clapped for him. They finally accepted him. He was one of them. Even if he was still a scrawny, shrimpy, wierd dork. They loved him anyway.

It's a typical 80s teen movie. Dumb jokes. Silly script. Completely predictable. For whatever reason, it gets me right in the gut. Makes me turn on my eye faucets. I blubber away like a 180 pound baby. It's pathetic. It's true. The room must be full of onions when I''m in there. Or maybe the place wasn't dusted?

Thursday, December 16, 2004

A Christmas Tradition. . .

I thought, I would do everybody a service today. Consider this a Public Service Announcement. There are many holiday movies out there. Many of them are considered holiday must sees. I know many people that have that Christmas movie that they need to watch every single year. To them it is the family classic. I respect that. I do feel that there is one movie that is the must-see Christmas movie. The holiday movie that needs to be watched every single year. The movie that without seeing it, Christmas just won't be the same. I, of course, am speaking of none other than the Christmas Story. The true holiday, family movie classic.

Is there any other Christmas movie that can claim the line, 'You'll shoot your eye out!' Or any family film that has a Lady Leg Lamp? Truly, this is the king of all Christmas films. Be sure to do yourself this service and watch the Christmas Story this season. The true family Christmas movie.

And if you hate it, remember it wasn't me who recommended it. It was Jim.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

What is Love?

Two people rush into a marriage and their reason is because they love each other. A year later, after very much bitterness they decide to file for a divorce.

A girl is abused frequently by her angry boyfriend. She refuses to leave him because she claims that she loves him. She is convinced he loves her. He continues to hit her.

A boy proclaims to the crush of his life that he is in love with her. After a month of dating, he decides that he would rather make out with her friend.

A married couple is together for 20 years. They have 5 children together. The husband walks out on the marriage one day because he feels he hasn't loved his wife for 5 years now.

These are really sad tales. If you are anything like me, thinking over these scenerios cause you to feel pretty down. Sadly, you probably know somebody in each of those situations. I know I do. I can put a name to each of the individuals mentioned up there. How heartbreaking is that?

What is wrong with the world?

I'd say the problem is because we have forgotten what love is. It's not a warm fuzzy. It's not a magic feeling. It not something that will make you feel all special inside. Actually, love isn't about you or me at all. It isn't a personal thing.

My favourite chapter in the Bible tells you exactly what love is. Here is an excerpt from 1 Corinthians 13. These are verses 4 -7.

4: Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
5: it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6: it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
7: Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

How often does one follow those rules of love? I know I fall short almost everyday. If I try to follow them and remember them than I know my relationships will benefit so much more. Because love really isn't about how I feel. It isn't about what it does for me. But what can I do for others?

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Home for the Holidays. . .

A youth group postponed their planned banquet at Medeba this Saturday. This of course means, Medeba loses some potential revnue during a period that we sorely need it. This of course means, I should be saddened by the cancellation. I'm not.

It's selfish but I'm rather happy to not have the group in. Not because my ultimate goal is to see the end of all potential revenue at Medeba. Definitely not because I have a fear of large groups and never want to host another one. Both of those things, are not true at all. I would love Medeba to get some much needed revenue. I'll take large groups over 40 hours chained to the desk of horror anyday. Actually, I love working with groups. Any other week, I'd have been sad to see the cancellation. Not this time. This time, it means I get to return to my hometown a little bit earlier for Christmas.

I love Christmas. I love spending time with my family during the holidays. It means so much more when you are separated from them for most of the year. I have no car and live about 4 hours away. I tend to see them about 4 times a year. I know, I just had the September of living with them but the Medeba bubble has allowed me to forget that long period of time.

I love Medeba. But it is a bubble. I can only happilly stay in the bubble for so long. I'm giddy with anticipation with the prospect of going to my parent's house this Friday. It will be a blessed homecoming. Maybe we will play Clue? Maybe I'll bug the cat until he scratches me to shreds? Or maybe I'll start missing the Medeba bubble after being there for 10 minutes?

Ah, Brantford - here I come.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

The Rumours Are True. . .

My loyal readers, you have not received a post from me since November 25th. Many of you may have wondered where I am. Why has Chris neglected his blogging duties? Has he fallen off the face of the earth?


It is true. The rumours that I had fallen off of earth are not exaggerated. The reason that you have not received any communication from me has been because I have not been here. Of course, my fellow employees may argue that I have been into work for the last few weeks. There may even be some Guest Groups that can claim I have been here to host. It's not true. I have actually been drifting through space after a particularly nasty fall. Yes, a fall of off the face of the earth.

I never actually thought that it was possible. I just thought it was a cliche term for someone who has been absent with no known whereabouts. I didn't know that it was a very real hazard. Yet there I was, walking on the nice, clean snow not aware of the evil ice that was hiding beneath. I slipped. My feet flew up over my head. I was ready to collide with the unforgiving ground. Instead, I was drifting in space. I had fallen off of the earth and didn't know how to get back on.

You may be saying to yourself, 'Wait a second, there was no snow on the 26th of November! This is all a lie. He's just making an excuse for not blogging for a couple of weeks! Boo!'

First off, booing me is rather uncalled for. Do I really need that kind of jeering? Second of all, calling me a liar is a rather harsh claim. Third of all, I didn't type anything about snow. No, don't go back up there and check for yourself. Please don't reread this post. I didn't say a thing about snow. Trust me.

I said that I was up at the camp treehouse. It was a warm and sunny day. The weather was perfect for strolling through the camp. I was enjoying a tuna fish sandwhich while listening to the chirping of birds. Oh, the lovely memories this all conjures up for me. But then I heard some rustling in the bushes. So, being the curious person that I am, I decided to check out this rustling. That is when I saw him! It was a real life gnome! He had a big red hat and fat, curly shoes? Do Gnomes wear shoes? Uh. . . I mean, they sure do wear shoes because I saw one! So, I decided to chase him because if I caught him then he would show me where his pot of gold was. I work at Medeba, so I could really use some gold.


Gnomes don't hide gold? It's Leprechauns? Well, I meant rabbit. It was a rabbit that I was chasing. Because. . . uh, he stole my tuna sandwhich. He was such a jerky rabbit. He kept going on about being late for an important date. So, I followed him down his rabbit hole. . .

A rip off from Alice in Wonderland? I don't know any Alice and Canada's Wonderland is like 3 hours away from here. Do you really think I'd walk? Besides they don't admit rabbits into Wonderland. They only allow seeing eye dogs and some children into that theme park.

You're not buying this? Are you? Well, it's true. I fell off the face of the earth. And it was a nice trip.