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Name: brandon
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Metro: Des Moines
Birthday: 5/28/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: i'm definitely interested in my wife...definitely. i also like to read, listen to music, watch reality television. i'm also very interested in Jesus, His followers, and how I fit into it all.
Expertise: i'm really, really good at never getting really, really good at anything
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/29/2005
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| Apple-sleazeUpon conclusion of a short shopping trip to one of the more "ghetto" of the malls in the DSM, Abbey and I decided to dine at one of the more "ghetto" of dining establishments in the DSM...Applebee's. We enjoy the grease-bombs every once in a while. Tonight was one of those times. Though the food was delightfully sub-par, the atmosphere was even better.
We were seated in a booth next to a couple of wonderful characters, later I discovered them to be some of the best of America's organized labor. Appearances mean very little to me, I appreciate the creative facial hair, tattoos, and sleeveless shirts; but it was these fine gentlemen's conversation that riveted, disgusted, and caused much laughter at the Mick table. They discussed copulating with plump, Lutheran girls. One of them informed nearly the entire restaurant that his wife found him to be one of the horniest men she had ever come across. But the conversation which caused the most laughter from us is detailed below. I hope you enjoy. For a frame of reference: both men were more than slightly inebriated.
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waitress (placing check on the table)- "Is there anything else I can get you, another soda or maybe some dessert?"
man - "Do I look like I need dessert? I'm stuffed and besides, I'm already a fat little man."
waitress (anticipating affirmation) - "That's alright, I'm a fat little woman."
man (flirtatiously smooth) - "Yeah, but you have nice nails."
waitress (dejectedly glances at her fingernails)
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God bless the U.S.A.....
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| Big Jim loved the new stand-up tanning machines.Late in the winter of 2002 I became a law school drop out. Upon withdrawal from law school, I supported myself by greeting people at the front desk of a health club. This was an interesting job...for numerous reasons, but mostly because of the people; the plastic barbies, the dumb-ox weight-lifters, the age-defiant, and the tennis snobs. There was this guy who would always take two plastic cups of beer to go. There was another guy who had recently been divorced, his wife had left him for another man. His name was Big Jim, at least that's what he had me call him. He loved the new stand-up tanning machines. He was a painfully open man. He wore his heart and his pain on his hairy arm (he always wore sleeveless shirts). Big Jim was one of the only guys that would come into the health club that I trusted. He was honest, no matter what that meant.
While working there we began selling hats and shirts that bore the slogan "Life is Good" and everyone walked around like it was their own personal slogan. Everyone, that is, except Big Jim and this angry, drunk of a tennis pro...but that's another story for another time. And I appreciated that about Jim. He was connected to life. His life was utter crap, but he was connected to it. I'm not sure if it is wealth that blinds or just shear will, but we, like the health club zombies, refuse to connect with life.
At this point in my rant, I must say that there are times when "Life is Good"... all glory to God for whatever is good comes from Him. But there are times when life sucks. And unless we embrace that as part of life, we cannot be fully connected to life or God for that matter. Let this be a herald to people everywhere..."Life Sucks"...at times...and it's okay...you don't have to hide it...we all know it...even if, for the sake of faith, we won't admit it. Paul understood that hard times, times when life sucked could be celebrated. These times are wonderful opportunities to grow closer in spirit and in deed to the highly-suffered Redeemer of Creation. Even so, we cannot deny that at times life sucks. In denying this, by walking around like a health club zombie, like everything is just fine all of the time, we deny the very grace of Jesus.
All of this to say that right now...for me...life sucks. Bring on the growth.
And I apologize to those around me (A) for the times when I refuse to take my medicine and, like an infant, spit it at them instead. | | |
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white flowers stream down;
the catalpa tree weeping
ambrosial tears
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| Roseblood!!!
In less than 3 weeks I will be leading a trip of high schoolers to Parmelee, SD, a town on the Rosebud Indian Reservation... with a bit of apprehension I might add. This picture of me was taken as we put on a Christmas program for the children of Parmelee. I think if you can look close enough, you will see the fear in my eyes. As Jake and I played, I distinctly remember a rather husky youth yelling "shut the f@#* up!" or "F@#* you mother f@#*er!". I also distinctly remember thinking "Well that's not very nice."
This trip will be the 4th trip that our ministry has taken to the town of Parmelee. We have been cursed at, thrown rocks at, and on the first trip (the only one I wasn't a part of) a child brought a homemade tomahawk in hopes of causing grave bodily damage to another child. I say that I am leading this trip with a bit of apprehension, of course, but I am also getting excited about returning. I know that God has us returning for a reason. His work is not done in the town of Parmelee, SD, it is only just beginning.
Please keep us in your prayers as we prepare for the venture and as we are in Parmelee (June 17-23). Here is a list of my team so that you can keep them in your prayers.
Students - Kelsey B., Justin D., Kaity F., Katie H., Jessica M., Jordan O., Brendan O., Emily O., Rachel O., H. Randall P., Katelyn S., Andy S., Molly S., Aaron W.,
Leaders-Lori S., Molly S., Sammi J., Jake and yours truly
The banking is done so pay the mortgage. | | |
| Lucille 3
As we prepare for our upcoming move, Abbey and I have been forced to make a few difficult decisions. One of the most difficult to date is that we will have to leave behind our wonderful, 3.5 lb. dog. Lucille 3 (to understand the name, you must be a fan of Arrested Development) Mick joined our family around Thanksgiving of 2005. She has brought much joy to our lives. I've never come across a better dog in my life. I have often joked that Lucy is Abbey's dog, as she is very small. It does not make one look very masculine walking a 3.5 lb. dog. But, we have fallen deeply in love with our miniature canine. We will miss her dearly. However, she will not be gone forever. My parents, Gary and Marie Mick, have agreed to take her into their home for the next few years.
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