Frick! Shoot
There is something I need to warn my scarce readers about. This time around, I'm going to talk on my blog exactly the way I talk to my parents, my children, and my dog Sparky.
That will mean profuse swearing.
My previous iteration on this blog, I tried hard to accomodate all people that for some reason had me linked under "Christian blogs", "Orthodox blogs" and what have you. This led to a strange, unnatural language peppered with words like "shoot" and "dang" and an occasional "frick".
This is not me. This is not how I talk. This is how Elliott from "Scrubs" talks. I'm not comfortable talking like that.
I go to church. My youngest son is an altar boy. I taught Sunday school last year and will probably continue. I may occasionally post a rant on religion. I am serious about all these things. I am not, however, a Mother Theresa. I am not your model Christian. If you want your kids, readers, or spouse to model their spiritual lives after me, then you are really messed up and I want you to please drop me a line. We'll get along.
Seriously people, if this poem does not convince you that I cannot be listed under Orthodox blogs and such, then I give up.
That said, there's going to be swearing on this blog, and if you do not like it, you can go frick yourself.
That will mean profuse swearing.
My previous iteration on this blog, I tried hard to accomodate all people that for some reason had me linked under "Christian blogs", "Orthodox blogs" and what have you. This led to a strange, unnatural language peppered with words like "shoot" and "dang" and an occasional "frick".
This is not me. This is not how I talk. This is how Elliott from "Scrubs" talks. I'm not comfortable talking like that.
I go to church. My youngest son is an altar boy. I taught Sunday school last year and will probably continue. I may occasionally post a rant on religion. I am serious about all these things. I am not, however, a Mother Theresa. I am not your model Christian. If you want your kids, readers, or spouse to model their spiritual lives after me, then you are really messed up and I want you to please drop me a line. We'll get along.
Seriously people, if this poem does not convince you that I cannot be listed under Orthodox blogs and such, then I give up.
That said, there's going to be swearing on this blog, and if you do not like it, you can go frick yourself.
