The Main Point by Michael Main

WANDERING THOUGHTS

It's Friday. I am off all next week. Is there really anything more that needs to be said?

Our plans for next week are all akimbo and right now that feels sort of good. We'll either go to Dallas for Thanksgiving or accept one of several offers from friends to join them. My time is completely unstructured. Much will be dictated by how Amy is feeling and what her passel of physicians recommend.

Is there a proper word for a group of doctors?

The only one that comes to my mind is foursome.
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My mind is already wandering... Did you see this story?

I'm intrigued by the line, "the ancients apparently believed chiseling Scripture into monuments debased sacred words". That reminds me of something that happened at our little church. I'll write about that tomorrow, after I get a picture.

Gee, just like that I've suddenly made plans for my unstructured time. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

NO HELP BOOK BOBBY AND THE MCGRIDDLE

Every so often, when I have nothing better to do, I delve into the web records to see what things have brought people to my website. Our web server tracks the most common phrases put into search engines that lead here. Bar none, the most popular phrase that comes up is still "McGriddle Recipe". You'll have to cruise through the archives to figure that one out, I'm afraid to mention it anymore since by now there have to be legions of hostile web surfers raging with disappointment upon arriving here only to discover the secret McGriddle recipe does not dwell within.

I'm more curious though about another recent search string: "book bobby love schwinn old man 3rd floor".

What do you suppose that means? Is there such a thing as a book bobby? I think I mentioned a schwinn bicycle once. I have no idea what link I have to anyone's 3rd floor and I don't want to dwell on the fact that search engines refer folks here who type in the words, "old man" in any context.

I guess I should be thankful though. Another phrase that got a hit this month was: "Christian husband no help with kids household dogs".

Really.

Ouch!

I think I'll go unload the dishwasher.

FEEL FREE TO KISS MY RING

We have a winner!

The Superblessed Christian Blog Awards are out!

I know, if you're like most people you've reacted to that announcement by saying, "Huh? The what?".

Actually, I mentioned some weeks ago that I was mysteriously included among the nominees . What do you know, I won! Well sort of...it was a tie.

I think the panel of judges - which I believe is just Ganns, who runs Superblessed - couldn't decide between this blog and What in Tarnation.net for the honor of "Most Humorous Christian Blog", so that means the vast amount of prize money will be split two ways.

I'm not upset by that at all. Even if my eldest stepdaughter were not a math teacher I'd be able to discern that half of diddly squat is still...um.. diddly squat.

Nonetheless, it's this blog's first award and, I might be so daring to predict, most likely its last.

Surely good taste will prevail in future years.

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAZE

Suddenly our holiday traditions are in a state of flux. During every year of our marriage, in fact even when we were engaged, Amy and I have gone to Dallas for Thanksgiving. My Aunt, a saintly woman who served as my guardian during a few of my rebellious teen years, lives in Dallas, and Thanksgiving is the time that we've set aside to make sure we visit her.

Amy's health is in a state of flux this year though. It's looking increasingly like we might not be able to make the trip. That's weighing on me today.

Nothing is decided yet. Amy has more doctor appointments on Monday and those will likely determine our course.

I'm not sure what to pray for quite honestly. Part of me wants to maintain our tradition, but another side of me wouldn't resist the prospect of not having to travel, not having to kennel the dogs, not having to pay for a motel room, not getting caught up in the bustle.

I think I'll just keep it simple...and pray that I remember I have much to give thanks for, even in times of turmoil.

However it works out, that is not going to change.

Psalm 119:114

You are my refuge and my shield; I have put my hope in your word.

SLUMBERING THOUGHTS

For the record, I like naps. This is not a startling observation I suppose, especially not for anyone who knows me. I just woke up from a wonderful nap, but now I'm a little pressed for time to write something prior to church tonight. Speaking of stuff not being startling information, Monica Lewinsky has had a revelation.

Who would have thought that publicizing your sleazy image worldwide would be an impediment to a meaningful relationship?

TASTES GREAT-LESS FILLING

I love the line in this story that reads, "I'm doing it for the prestige, the glory and the attention."

The attention? Really? Who would have guessed?

Buddy, you've said a mouthful.

2 SIMPLE RULES

I've been seeing a lot of tips on various blogs about how to blog. It's all good information I suppose. I don't write this blog in hopes of getting a big audience. I do that enough in radio. I write this blog for me. It's probably 80 percent mental therapy, and 20 percent ego. If I were to come up with rules for blogging here's what they'd be.
1. Don't blog about blogging
2. Write well.

GET A ROOM

The feud between Dallas Cowboy's coach Bill Parcells and his former underling Bill Belichick got a lot of play before Sunday night's game between the Cowboys and the Patriots.

I guess they've made up.

I'm just thankful this photo was in the paper days before today's ruling from the Massachussetts Supreme court on gay marriage.

ZAPPED!

I'm not quite sure how to take it. I was almost finished writing a post about recognizing what's in the wind, and sometimes letting it carry you along, when the power blipped for half a second. ZAP! Computer reboot. That thought is toast.

Oh well, rather than reconstruct, I think I'll let it mellow in my mind a bit.

Amy had a rough night. This afternoon should be spent on other things. Maybe that's where the winds are meant to carry us today.

STEALING JESUS

Christmas is rapidly approaching and that means one thing...people will start stealing Jesus.

My Pastor noted last year that there are an abundance of stories each year about people stealing the baby Jesus from various church manger scenes.

This season I think I'll keep track. If you run across a stolen Jesus story, Email Me a link or a copy of it.

Maybe I'll come up with a stolen Jesus counter.

However I'm not going to rush to judgement. The baby Jesus will have to have been stolen, not just misplaced.

I don't want to get caught in the same trap as I did with my razor.

HOW MUCH IS THAT DOGGY...

Anyone who reads this blog knows I'm a dog lover. Anyone who enters our house knows it... there is a certain "Eau de Mongrel" that makes it readily apparent.

Our dogs provide us with great amusement

However after reading this story

I have to admit, another image came to mind.

Three dogs...47 grand per dog...

Okay...I better not dwell on this one.

FACE IT

Saw this at The Living Room.

Another time waster.

Create your face

This is the best I could do.

RAZORRECTION

Well, now I feel silly. My stolen razor wasn't stolen at all. Amy had used my car to pick up some friends at the airport the other night and last night they called to mention they'd found an electric razor in their driveway after she drove away.

Part of me is relieved that there is not a thief wandering around my area stealing old electric razors. Part of me is ashamed for assuming the worst.

I have to admit I'm also partially disappointed since finding the razor negated a perfectly good blog post.

I guess now I'll have a razor for the car and one for the house.

Every morning as I cut away my measly beard I should use those razors to remember that no matter what I lose, in truth, I always have an abundance.

Proverbs 3:13-14
Blessed is the man who finds wisdom, the man who gains understanding, for she is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold.

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