Zu viel regen, uber dem paradis

...that was one of the weirdest weeks I think I've ever had. Weird, not really in and of itself... just... like "Big Fish" kind of weird. Stuff happened that just doesn't *happen* to me. *sees all the blank stares* Finefinefinefinefine! ...I'll stop "waxing eloquent!" :P Let's see... *knows he'll forget stuff* ...the bathrooms at work being closed for the past week while they redo the floors that were supposed to be done the week *before* last* (a two day job has turned out to take seven working days), planes hovering in midair, a woman doing hard physical labour one day before her baby is due, me putting in ten and eleven hour days ...then exercising for an hour each night (not that anyone's noticed I haven't been around... y'all being on *vacation!* *glares* Yes... yes... I know... I was invited), working towards the first day at the opening of our church... tomorrow I'm guessing we get to deliver fliers in the surrounding neighborhood... buying my first Xbox title (with the idea that I'll soon own the last of the three major consoles... what a freak I am :), getting a phone call today that my grandfather has hours left of life... then finding out... he's doing better than we were told. (Praise God), trying to figure out schedules for two upcoming trips ...*grins* ...and now my brain has fused. *needs sleep* ...*please* somebody give me some feedback! *What* should I be writing here? 'night...

Bonjourno Principessa!

Life... is beautiful! No questions asked. No strings attached, and not even saying that "only wishing makes it so." God may very well throw wrenches our way... but we then have the perfectly beautiful choice of catching it in the head, or throwing it back. Well... I suppose to an uninvolved observer, the choice is simple... but it's strange that even when you'd think the correct choice is obvious, the headshot always seems to be what we vote for. Is it because we feel that there won't be much damage done if it hits our head? Hmmn... peculiar, at any rate.

Einstein's Puzzle

Variations of this riddle appear on the net from time to time. It is sometimes attributed to Albert Einstein and it is claimed that 98% of the people are incapable of solving it. Some commentators suggest that Einstein created such puzzles not to test out intelligence but to get rid of all the students who wanted him as an advisor. It is not likely that there is any truth to these stories. Whereever this comes from, it is a nice riddle.Let us assume that there are five houses of different colors next to each other on the same road. In each house lives a man of a different nationality. Every man has his favorite drink, his favorite brand of cigarettes, and keeps pets of a particular kind.

The Englishman lives in the red house.
The Swede keeps dogs.
The Dane drinks tea.
The green house is just to the left of the white one.
The owner of the green house drinks coffee.
The Pall Mall smoker keeps birds.
The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhills.
The man in the center house drinks milk.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The Blend smoker has a neighbor who keeps cats.
The man who smokes Blue Masters drinks beer.
The man who keeps horses lives next to the Dunhill smoker.
The German smokes Prince.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
The Blend smoker has a neighbor who drinks water.

The question to be answered is: Who keeps fish?

....and yes... I'm part of the 2 percent! :D


I learned a vital lesson from a fella with an English accent today... In Galatians 5, it speaks about all the nasty things of the world not to emulate... well... in most Bibles where it says "Factions" it says "Sects with various opinions" in his... *waits for the reaction* ok... imagine a guy with an english accent saying *that* from the pulpit! .....Sects becomes something entirely different... a homonym... aah! *there* ya go! Yes... *smiles* Aaahhh... hurray for Church faux pas! *hopes God got a good chuckle today* :) Anyway... tis late! Love you all! Fight the good fight! *puts down his sword and armour for the night* *checks for the knife under his pillow, and settles in* 'night world