Happy Father's Day!

To my dad,



















and my dad-in-law,


















Happy Father's Day!






















(Thanks for showing me how it's done!)

Happy Boys!

The Boy loves Boy2 so much! Of course, Boy2 isn't entirely certain that his life isn't in danger, but that's how it is being a little brother...

tagged!

Kristen over at Canadian Lutheran Chick tagged me for the latest challenge! We became good friends last year at LTS and she's on her internship in Pass Lake, Ontario. You should check out her blog for a glimpse of what interns' lives are like. In her case, a fair bit of snowmobiling and holidaying, it seems like :)

So, the idea is to share six unimportant things about myself and then to tag six other people to do the same thing.

Here are the rules:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry

So, 6 unimportant things about my life:
1.) I drive a minivan and am extremely fond of it -- it's practical, really good on gas, and fits all our assorted paraphenilia.
2.) I can't eat watermelon; it makes me throw up.
3.) Despite being a raging extrovert, I can't bloody stand facebook.
4.) I'm a compulsive collector of bibles and biblical translations. I'm currently up to 20 or so by different publishers with some different translations, some in original languages, and a couple of same translations but with different reference or study notes.
5.) I read my selected text out of every single one of those bibles when I'm doing prep for a sermon.
6.) I would rather spend an evening home with my family than one out with friends.

So, in turn, I tag Kevin, Sean, Erin, Kristy, and Skakes (I don't read many more blogs than that!)

toothaches and preaching

So, I've got a wee bit of a problem in my mouth.

Actually, it's a bit more than that. Y'see, my wisdom teeth actually grow quite happily in spaces behind my molars. The only problem is that, much like my children, I then get to go though periodic bouts of teething pain as they shift and grow.

Much like now. Except that I'm leading services at a couple of Presbyterian churches here in Saskatoon this month and it's very hard to talk. That's why babies teethe so young; so that they can do it without having to talk!

Ah well, I'll do the best that I can. Short sermons are good. If it gets much worse I'll actually go to the dentist, although quite frankly that experience ranks right up there with jumping naked into a swimming pool full of wolverines.

Maybe I can find some wolverines.