Dec 21 2005
31 Things
Courtesy of Chai-Rista at Truly Bad Films:
- My uncle once: Worked at Area 51.
- Never in my life have I: gargled chili
- When I was five: I nearly managed to sever the tip of my left middle finger.
- High School was: normal. No really. I went to Normal Community High School in Normal, Illinois.
- My parents are: great folks, but my dad passed away peacefully last year.
- I once met: a bear coming over the mountain.
- There’s this girl I know who: has a burning desire to be a missionary in a Middle Eastern country. God bless her!
- Once, at a bar: I did a lot of pull-ups.
- Last night: I interviewed a prospective pastor for our church.
- Next time I go to church: I will print the bulletins.
- When I turn my head left, I see: a nearly dead plant. It has a death wish.
- When I turn my head right, I see: a wooden lion my son made for me.
- How many days until my birthday? 322 days.
- If I was a character written by Shakespeare I’d be: Mercutio
- By this time next year: I hope to be finished writing THE BOOK.
- A better name for me would be: “Stop it now!‿
- I have a hard time understanding: why people hate people of faith
- If I ever go back to school I: would take Creative Writing and grammar classes
- You know I like you if: I talk to you.
- If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: God, then Cyndie
- Take my advice: Go easy on the credit cards!
- My ideal breakfast is: Chicken fried steak and gravy, with chipotle Tabasco.
- If you visit my hometown: you’ll miss it if you blink.
- Why won’t someone: answer the phone!
- If you spend the night at my house: you’ll probably step on kid (or dog) toys in the middle of the night
- I’d stop my wedding: I’m not planning on having a second one so I’ll stop it right here
- The world could do without: the ACLU
- I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: clean up kid barf.
- Paper clips are more useful than: thumbs for resetting my Clie.
- If I do anything well, it is: show my fallen nature.
- And by the way: the dogs are coming tomorrow.









