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Ike took a hike

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:42:59 GMT

Yes, I am still alive! The reason I haven't updated about it till now, is that we just got our power back yesterday after noon! So thats a whopping 14 days without power.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am still here.

~Drew

Hurricane Ike is brewing right outside my window

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 17:04:43 GMT

I'm looking forward to this storm. According to the news, the eye of the hurricane should pass right over my house around 3 AM. So I'm going to stay up and walk out into the eye of the storm and see if I can see any stars.

Prayers appreciated,

~Drew

Cursing...

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 02:08:10 GMT

George Washington had a letter dictated to the army on August 3rd, 1776 that said,

"The General is sorry to be informed that the foolish, and wicked practice, of profane cursing and swearing (a vice heretofore little known in an American army) is growing into fashion; he hopes the officers will, by example, as well as influence, endeavor to check it, and that both they, and the men will reflect, that we can have little hopes of the blessing of heaven on our arms, if we insult it by our impiety and folly; added to this, it is a vice so mean and low, without any temptation, that every man of sense, and character, detests and despises it."

Jesus also speaks against cursing in the book of Matthew chapter five, beginning in the middle of verse 33 through 37.

"You shall not swear falsely, but shall perform your oaths to the Lord. But I say to you, do not swear at all: neither by heaven, for it is God's throne; nor by the earth, for it is His footstool; nor by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great king. Nor shall you swear by your head, because you cannot make one hair white or black. But let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your 'No,' 'No.' For whatever is more then these is evil."

Back in the day, only the crude men swore, and even then, not in the presence of a lady. Now days, some "ladies" curse worse than men. I think it is sad how far our society has been degraded. Swearing is down right degrading, and those who are "good writers" should have no need for swearing and cursing, for such "can have little hopes of the blessings of heaven".

Yours,

~Drew

What are those things that upset you the most? And how do you cope with them?

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 00:14:58 GMT

Liberals... That's right, confused, unintelligent, aggressive, America degrading Liberals! How do I cope with them? I really don't. In fact, I would rather be sucked out of an airplane window than have to tolerate a liberal on a regular basis...

Yours,

~Drew

I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too!

Wisdom

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 23:55:50 GMT

I think I should find an empty book and fill it with the wisdom of the past generations. Many people would call that wise. Wisdom is a tricky thing though, because I could say "it would be a wise decision to read a wise mans writings... I must be wise for making that wise decision". But the Good Book says, "Professing to be wise, they became fools." That's Romans 1:22. However, in order to make a wise decision, you must have some wisdom. So after making a wise decision, does that not make you wise? After making a wise decision, it is hard not to think that you are wise, because it takes wisdom to make a wise decision. So, if I make a wise decision, and if I think it wise, I am unwise. Or something like that...

How does that work?

Time.

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 00:46:11 GMT

Time, a very complex piece of life. What an enemy we have in time. It allows me to grow, builds me up, makes me think I shall never run out of its abundance, and as I am blinded by this false invincibility, I am slowly being laid into earths soft tomb. As much as people seem to love time, time to relax, time to do the things they want to, we always seem to be unhappy with it... When we are young, we wish we were older, when we are old, we wish we were younger. Time keeps us occupied all the days of our lives by dangling a promise just out of our reach, all to mask our sure fate. Time is surely an enemy.

Oh but what a friend we have in time, "gives us children, makes us wine" It gives us forests, and peace of mind. It gets us through the hard times, and lets us remember the good times. It gives us works of art. A dawn, after every dark. "The gifts of growing old, are the stories to be told" It gives us seasons, as sure as tides, tales as well as rhymes. We plant a seed, it gives us what we need. It heals our wounds, and time flies, so things come soon, oh time is surely a friend.

But time also kills,
Time also heals,
Time takes life,
Time also brings life,
Time is slow,
Time is fast,
Who will ever know, if time is friend or foe?

PS: Half rhyme!

"I'm Sorry"

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 14:14:55 GMT

One thing that has been on my mind the past few days is how easy it is to say the words "I'm sorry"... I assume when someone says those words, they are accepting the blame, but most of the time, after we say those empty words "I'm sorry" we try to disprove that with an excuse, that usually is presented to show why we shouldn't be sorry... The whole system is kind of messed up.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:34:03 GMT

I'm going to reboot this baby.

I was reading over my old posts today, and I made myself laugh. I saw my younger self like I've never seen. Its kind of like when you look at an old picture of yourself. Its kind of embarrassing, you don't want to show anyone, but inside you recognize the child as yourself, but you don't really remember yourself as the child. Reading over my old posts gave me a view of the unseen side that photo's cannot preserve. I didn't see myself physically, but I saw... Myself... It was very unexpected, and like I said, I made me laugh. I was a funny little guy. Its interesting to see how far I've come, because from then till now I didn't feel like I've changed at all. I guess it would be like stepping onto a treadmill, then someone blindfold you while turning the treadmill on, and you don't really see the point of running on a treadmill anyway, run till you don't feel like running anymore, so you remove the blind fold to find that you're actually running in a race, and you've ran further then you ever thought you could in the short amount of time that you've ran, and you see that you could possibly win that race. Thats how I felt today when I was reading over my old posts. I feel as if I have just removed the blind fold. Progress is so slow sometimes, you don't see it. And its easy to get discouraged, because you don't think your moving at all.

I'm going to try and start posting again. And although this post was about my old posts, I don't suggest taking a look at them, like I said earlier, its like an old photo. They can be embarrassing.

Yours,

~Drew

The Gift of the Magi

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 23:18:16 GMT

The Gift of the Magi is a Christmas story that I heard for the first time a few nights ago. It really is an interesting story. Its about a poor couple that wanted to get each other a Christmas gift. Both the man and the woman had one possession that they took pride in. Jim (The man) had his gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's before him. Jim's family was once rich, and the gold watch was now the last of their wealth. Della (the woman) Had her hair. Her hair was long and beautiful. It said in the story "Had the queen of Sheba lived in flat across the air shaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts." Della had saved for months for a Christmas present to give to Jim and was only able to save one dollar an eighty-seven cents, after expenses. Jim had done the same for Della with the same outcome. So on Christmas eve Della went across the street and had her hair cut and sold in order to pay for the gift she wanted to buy Jim. She bought Jim a classic looking silver chain for his watch. "It will replace the dull leather strap he uses in place of a chain" She thought. And was very excited. Jim to was unable to save any money. So on his way home from work on Christmas eve he stopped by a shop and sold his gold watch in order to buy Della the expensive set of hair brushes she always wanted. It turned out that his wife cut her hair to buy her husband a watch chain! Jim had sold his watch so he could buy his wife some really expensive hair brush set she always wanted! So both gifts (even though they cost an extreme sacrifice) were useless. I know the girl lost her hair, and loved it very much. But it will grow out again. The man sold his father's watch, and his grandfather's watch, as well as his own watch. The watch also represented his past family wealth and he will never be able to get it back again. So I said all this to ask, should the man have sold his watch?

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 16:45:51 GMT

Happy Thanksgiving guys.