So taking a page from mdog, I'm going to be pretty raw here.
I'm fat.
Now, to my readers who know me, that is not going to come as a big shock.
But I really hate it.
I have always felt fat. When I was a kid, I always thought I was fat. Funny, as I look back at pictures, I was plump, but I would not consider myself to have been morbidly obese. But I always had this image of me that I was fat. Unattractive.
But now I am. There is no doubt, no explaining it away. And I hate it.
So why don't I change? I want to. I hate the way I look and even more so I hate the way I feel. I know it's bad for me, I know it is sin, I know that it will become harder as I age, I know it takes away my credibility as a pastor and as a person. I know those things.
Here is the thing... I've tried so may times. Made so many resolutions. "Given it to God" (Christianeese). I've had people who say they will hold me accountable. (That works for about 3 weeks and then we both give up). And I've had some success. But with every success comes gaining even more weight back. And that scares me.
I know what it takes. Eat less, exercise more. It's pretty simple really. What's wrong with me?
So this goes pretty deep. I'm not saying the raw things. Maybe this hits too close to home.
There is this part of me that wants to ask for advice. Not sure there is much you can say I haven't heard.
So "that's all I have to say about that" [Forrest Gump]
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Bah Humbug!
My kind of Christmas toy. Just make sure you turn up the volume and shake the snow globe.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Say What?
From the Fort Myers News Press, November 6, 2005
"Margaret Sheets of Lebanon, Ohio announces the cohabitation, without benefits of clergy, of her delightful son James and Gayle Schmidt of Fort Myers, Florida. They will receive visitors, but appointment only, B.Y.O.B. at their home on Ensign Court in the Caloosa Yacht & Racquet Club. Large cash appreciations may be directed to The Committee to Finance Gayle's Man's Lavish Life Style, James E, Sheets, Chairman."
"Margaret Sheets of Lebanon, Ohio announces the cohabitation, without benefits of clergy, of her delightful son James and Gayle Schmidt of Fort Myers, Florida. They will receive visitors, but appointment only, B.Y.O.B. at their home on Ensign Court in the Caloosa Yacht & Racquet Club. Large cash appreciations may be directed to The Committee to Finance Gayle's Man's Lavish Life Style, James E, Sheets, Chairman."
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
An Easy Life
In the last 4 days I have worked about 60 hours. I am really tired. Some of it has been office work, but some of it has been emotionally draining "people work." I was driving home last night and I was thinking, "Why am I so tired?" when I realized I had put in a full week's work in 3 days. I don't say that for pity... and I'm not a work-a-holic. In fact, most weeks I work a pretty standard 50 hours like everyone else. This is just a busy season for me. And the end is near.
I spoke with my brother tonight. He is really struggling. He works from 8-6 driving for Fed Ex. He goes home to be with his family until 9 and leaves to work for Lowes from 10-6 am. He sleeps, at best, 2 hours a day. They just found his wife has cancer... and they don't have insurance.
The working poor have it tough. If he didn't work he could get all kinds of help, but because he makes "too much money" he gets pretty much nothing.
My life is easy.
I spoke with my brother tonight. He is really struggling. He works from 8-6 driving for Fed Ex. He goes home to be with his family until 9 and leaves to work for Lowes from 10-6 am. He sleeps, at best, 2 hours a day. They just found his wife has cancer... and they don't have insurance.
The working poor have it tough. If he didn't work he could get all kinds of help, but because he makes "too much money" he gets pretty much nothing.
My life is easy.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Vulnerablity - Significance
So I'm a pastor. I've never said that on this site, which I determined today at lunch with mdog, is really stupid. I'm playing this silly game but anyone in my congregation who posts on this site knows that I'm me. So the game is over. It's too hard for me to blog about anything real and not talk about my job. It really is a huge part of who I am... maybe too much.
So I'm guessing that you all have times where you struggle with significance. It's funny, so many times I have people say to me, "Well, at least you are doing something eternal with your life. At least you don't struggle with feeling like your life isn't making a difference."
That is bull pucky. (That harsh cuss word was for Patrick's sake).
Take preaching. So almost every week I pour over a subject or thought. I spend hours thinking about it and wrestling with it (usually over a period of weeks or months). I run ideas past people. I talk about it while I stand up and sit down and walk along the road... you get the point. And then I stand up there... and I'm vulnerable... and I say that thoughts that have been inside my soul... and sometimes it comes out and makes sense and sometimes it doesn't...
And I get done...
And I wonder if any of it made any difference at all.
I mean really.
And don't get me wrong, I think preaching is biblical and important. (So let's not turn this into a discussion on the importance of preaching). And I think I do it okay. But you have to do it to understand...
Sometimes the looks on people's faces... they are so blank... and I'm thinking, "What are you thinking about? Why are you thinking about what you are having for lunch!"
And when I get done, I want to go into a hole and hide. (And that is when people often tell me what they didn't like or where they disagreed with me!)
I'm not writing this for positive strokes (but we all like them, don't we)... but to tell you... my readers... that LIFE is a struggle for meaning and significance. And those of you who live in cubical land... what you do is just as significant (or un-significant) as what I do. And everyone struggles with this and if they tell you they don't... give me their name. I want to meet them.
So this site might change in tone. Or I may just shut it down. :O)
So I'm guessing that you all have times where you struggle with significance. It's funny, so many times I have people say to me, "Well, at least you are doing something eternal with your life. At least you don't struggle with feeling like your life isn't making a difference."
That is bull pucky. (That harsh cuss word was for Patrick's sake).
Take preaching. So almost every week I pour over a subject or thought. I spend hours thinking about it and wrestling with it (usually over a period of weeks or months). I run ideas past people. I talk about it while I stand up and sit down and walk along the road... you get the point. And then I stand up there... and I'm vulnerable... and I say that thoughts that have been inside my soul... and sometimes it comes out and makes sense and sometimes it doesn't...
And I get done...
And I wonder if any of it made any difference at all.
I mean really.
And don't get me wrong, I think preaching is biblical and important. (So let's not turn this into a discussion on the importance of preaching). And I think I do it okay. But you have to do it to understand...
Sometimes the looks on people's faces... they are so blank... and I'm thinking, "What are you thinking about? Why are you thinking about what you are having for lunch!"
And when I get done, I want to go into a hole and hide. (And that is when people often tell me what they didn't like or where they disagreed with me!)
I'm not writing this for positive strokes (but we all like them, don't we)... but to tell you... my readers... that LIFE is a struggle for meaning and significance. And those of you who live in cubical land... what you do is just as significant (or un-significant) as what I do. And everyone struggles with this and if they tell you they don't... give me their name. I want to meet them.
So this site might change in tone. Or I may just shut it down. :O)
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Life is a gift
Some of you may have heard of the pastor who, while doing a baptism last week, grabbed a mic to say something, and was electrocuted. This was from his sermon the previous Sunday. I'm not usually into this kind of thing... but it spoke to me deeply today... maybe it will speak to you.
"Live. And Live Well. BREATHE. Breathe in and Breathe deeply. Be PRESENT. Do not be past. Do not be future. Be now. On a crystal clear, breezy 70 degree day, roll down the windows and FEEL the wind against your skin. Feel the warmth of the sun.
If you run, then allow those first few breaths on a cool Autumn day to FREEZE your lungs and do not just be alarmed, be ALIVE. Get knee-deep in a novel and LOSE track of time.
If you bike, pedal HARD… and if you crash then crash well.
Feel the SATISFACTION of a job well done—a paper well-written, a project thoroughly completed, a play well-performed. If you must wipe the snot from your 3-year old’s nose, don’t be disgusted if the Kleenex didn’t catch it all… because soon he’ll be wiping his own.
If you’ve recently experienced loss, then GRIEVE. And Grieve well. At the table with friends and family, LAUGH. If you’re eating and laughing at the same time, then might as well laugh until you puke. And if you eat, then SMELL. The aromas are not impediments to your day. Steak on the grill, coffee beans freshly ground, cookies in the oven.
And TASTE. Taste every ounce of flavor. Taste every ounce of friendship. Taste every ounce of Life. Because-it-is-most-definitely-a-Gift."
"Live. And Live Well. BREATHE. Breathe in and Breathe deeply. Be PRESENT. Do not be past. Do not be future. Be now. On a crystal clear, breezy 70 degree day, roll down the windows and FEEL the wind against your skin. Feel the warmth of the sun.
If you run, then allow those first few breaths on a cool Autumn day to FREEZE your lungs and do not just be alarmed, be ALIVE. Get knee-deep in a novel and LOSE track of time.
If you bike, pedal HARD… and if you crash then crash well.
Feel the SATISFACTION of a job well done—a paper well-written, a project thoroughly completed, a play well-performed. If you must wipe the snot from your 3-year old’s nose, don’t be disgusted if the Kleenex didn’t catch it all… because soon he’ll be wiping his own.
If you’ve recently experienced loss, then GRIEVE. And Grieve well. At the table with friends and family, LAUGH. If you’re eating and laughing at the same time, then might as well laugh until you puke. And if you eat, then SMELL. The aromas are not impediments to your day. Steak on the grill, coffee beans freshly ground, cookies in the oven.
And TASTE. Taste every ounce of flavor. Taste every ounce of friendship. Taste every ounce of Life. Because-it-is-most-definitely-a-Gift."
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Trick or Treat
So as a Christian, I think I'm supposed to be all up in arms about Halloween. Actually, we got our daughter this REALLY cute pumpkin outfit... and well... I'm kind of looking forward to it.
I've read the stuff about what Halloween "means" and the origins (from both sides of the argument) and I don't think any of us need that much candy... and I'm not a big fan of giving glory to any "being" but God. But some of my greatest memories of childhood came around trick or treat... and it really had nothing to do with the candy... but more with the costume and going through the neighborhood. A chance to live another identity. To be a super-hero. To be Gene Simmons or Ace Frehley (from my favorite band at the time, Kiss). To be, yes, even a demon one year (and as a magician, I could throw fire so I was a pretty scary kid!).
It's funny I ended up in the profession I did... many of my colleagues rail against most of my "influences" as a child. I was a HUGE Kiss fan (my dad took me to see them in concert when I was 11). Even then, people were saying kiss meant "Knights in Satan's Service" and that they were evil. Actually, the truth is (if you didn't know) they wanted to call the band F_ _ K but figured they would never get on the radio, so they settled for "Kiss." (And that does not mean "Funk.")
Now, one could argue that I ended up in my current career despite those choices. (And this is true). And one could argue that I would not have struggled with some of the sin I have struggled with without those influences (also may be true). As an adult I certainly wouldn't lift Gene, Paul, Ace or Peter up as role models...
But here's the thing...I wouldn't lift up a LOT of people who are much more clean cut and working on corporate America. (They are just as dark.)
So what do you all think of Halloween and childhood influences?
I've read the stuff about what Halloween "means" and the origins (from both sides of the argument) and I don't think any of us need that much candy... and I'm not a big fan of giving glory to any "being" but God. But some of my greatest memories of childhood came around trick or treat... and it really had nothing to do with the candy... but more with the costume and going through the neighborhood. A chance to live another identity. To be a super-hero. To be Gene Simmons or Ace Frehley (from my favorite band at the time, Kiss). To be, yes, even a demon one year (and as a magician, I could throw fire so I was a pretty scary kid!).
It's funny I ended up in the profession I did... many of my colleagues rail against most of my "influences" as a child. I was a HUGE Kiss fan (my dad took me to see them in concert when I was 11). Even then, people were saying kiss meant "Knights in Satan's Service" and that they were evil. Actually, the truth is (if you didn't know) they wanted to call the band F_ _ K but figured they would never get on the radio, so they settled for "Kiss." (And that does not mean "Funk.")
Now, one could argue that I ended up in my current career despite those choices. (And this is true). And one could argue that I would not have struggled with some of the sin I have struggled with without those influences (also may be true). As an adult I certainly wouldn't lift Gene, Paul, Ace or Peter up as role models...
But here's the thing...I wouldn't lift up a LOT of people who are much more clean cut and working on corporate America. (They are just as dark.)
So what do you all think of Halloween and childhood influences?
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
I'm a Totalitarian?
So I found a link on Rachel's blog that is an interesting-looking political test. So I took it.
And they said I was a "Totalitarian!"
So... in case you don't know... here is a definition of totalitarianism:
Totalitarianism is a typology employed by political scientists to describe modern regimes in which the state regulates nearly every aspect of public and private behavior. Totalitarian regimes mobilize entire populations in support of the state and a political ideology, and do not tolerate activities by individuals or groups such as labor unions, churches and political parties that are not directed toward the state's goals. They maintain themselves in power by means of secret police, propaganda disseminated through the state-controlled mass media, regulation and restriction of free discussion and criticism, and widespread use of terror tactics. Critics of the concept contend that the term lacks explanatory power. They argue that governments which are often classified as totalitarian may not be as monolithic as they appear from the outside, since they may hide a political process in which several groups, such as the army, political leaders, industrialists, and others, compete for power and influence.
Okay... so I don't think I fit into that category! But this is interesting... as I have a really strong understanding/appreciation of leadership! So I'm not sure how I fit into this category. It is actually quite puzzling to me.
And they said I was a "Totalitarian!"
So... in case you don't know... here is a definition of totalitarianism:
Totalitarianism is a typology employed by political scientists to describe modern regimes in which the state regulates nearly every aspect of public and private behavior. Totalitarian regimes mobilize entire populations in support of the state and a political ideology, and do not tolerate activities by individuals or groups such as labor unions, churches and political parties that are not directed toward the state's goals. They maintain themselves in power by means of secret police, propaganda disseminated through the state-controlled mass media, regulation and restriction of free discussion and criticism, and widespread use of terror tactics. Critics of the concept contend that the term lacks explanatory power. They argue that governments which are often classified as totalitarian may not be as monolithic as they appear from the outside, since they may hide a political process in which several groups, such as the army, political leaders, industrialists, and others, compete for power and influence.
Okay... so I don't think I fit into that category! But this is interesting... as I have a really strong understanding/appreciation of leadership! So I'm not sure how I fit into this category. It is actually quite puzzling to me.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Friendship
My wife and I like mdog. You ought to too.
BTW, that was supposed to hyperlink to her site, but I suck at writing hyperlinks and can't get it to work for some reason. But we still like mdog.
BTW, that was supposed to hyperlink to her site, but I suck at writing hyperlinks and can't get it to work for some reason. But we still like mdog.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
they lie well...
I have friends who lie well. Especially at cards. This is troubling... considering my work and how I know these friends. If mdog ever tells you anything... maybe you just out to say... ah... BS!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
blogging alone
My wife is teaching some session at a conference and I am alone... well... me and my daughter (and dog). It used to be that I hated to be alone... and still do in many ways... but maybe age and maturity had allowed me to have perspective. The problem is that I can never sleep well when I'm not with my wife. So I suspect that I'm going to be tired the next several days.
So I have no idea why I wrote this post.
So I have no idea why I wrote this post.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Spam, part 2
First, I predict that the first comment to this post will be spam. "Wow... love your site!"
So this came in my email this morning. What kind of moron would click on this link? And can anyone tell me what they are selling? Jewlery? I think we ought to make up a product! Please... don't go to the site from this page...just in case you were thinking about it... but if any of you want to go from an old computer you don't care about and report back...
This WOW collection is priced you a little bit only.
For authentic reflection, we embossed emblem & band model.
Famous immitation is our Frrank Muller.
Our masterpiece is featured with anti scratch.
Total tracking package to gain you optimally.
White gold with diamond brim is just royal.
http://mg.igtj.ourtopvaluepackage.com/a3g/
scabridity have liked a peep through the crack of longwaisted the door. my
old rebaptize gentleman skewnesses repawn "some liedown novels
else. i said, i thought, if a fellow took a girl to snakelet a party, she
shaggy-bearded ought
So this came in my email this morning. What kind of moron would click on this link? And can anyone tell me what they are selling? Jewlery? I think we ought to make up a product! Please... don't go to the site from this page...just in case you were thinking about it... but if any of you want to go from an old computer you don't care about and report back...
This WOW collection is priced you a little bit only.
For authentic reflection, we embossed emblem & band model.
Famous immitation is our Frrank Muller.
Our masterpiece is featured with anti scratch.
Total tracking package to gain you optimally.
White gold with diamond brim is just royal.
http://mg.igtj.ourtopvaluepackage.com/a3g/
scabridity have liked a peep through the crack of longwaisted the door. my
old rebaptize gentleman skewnesses repawn "some liedown novels
else. i said, i thought, if a fellow took a girl to snakelet a party, she
shaggy-bearded ought
Sunday, October 02, 2005
spam
So does "spam" stand for something?
And why is it so prevalent?
Are there actually people who go to the sites of spammers?
You can respond anonymously if you want, but have any of my readers EVER, even ONCE, clicked on a link sent by a spammer? And again, anonymous response is fine, but have you ever clicked on one to a porn or clicked on a link that suggest that certain parts of your anatomy are not large enough (you know... ah... your... liver). And if so... and with the knowledge of spyware and cookies and all kinds of crap, why in the WORLD did you do this?
I'm serious.
And why is it so prevalent?
Are there actually people who go to the sites of spammers?
You can respond anonymously if you want, but have any of my readers EVER, even ONCE, clicked on a link sent by a spammer? And again, anonymous response is fine, but have you ever clicked on one to a porn or clicked on a link that suggest that certain parts of your anatomy are not large enough (you know... ah... your... liver). And if so... and with the knowledge of spyware and cookies and all kinds of crap, why in the WORLD did you do this?
I'm serious.
living a sermon...
The pastor of my church taught about living lives of service today. Technically he taught about the meaning of incarnation... God being with us. He said that if I really understood that God was with me, I would think, act, feel... live... differently.
I left the church, got into my car... and honestly, I was exhausted. I didn't want to be around people. I felt particularly sensitive. I drove home and thought about his words. I knew I was going home to a sick daughter and a wife who was tired and hungry...and I didn't want to serve them... and to be honest, I didn't want to be a dad today. I wanted to rent some movies and veg in front of the TV. I wanted to take a nap. I wanted to work out (well, not really, but I knew I had to!). I just didn't want to deal with a sick kid and serve my spouse.
I'm such a hypocrite at times.
I got home... and I came home to a spouse who, fortunately for me, listened to the same sermon. She greeted me with a kiss, My daughter even seemed to sense I needed a smile... my wife told me to go and take a nap, that I looked tired. She would watch our daughter. I slept for over an hour. I got to work out. I rented some videos. Now... I feel like serving... so I'm off to make dinner.
Grace is an interesting thing. We are often challenged to give it... but sometimes it's even harder to receive it.
God is with us.
I left the church, got into my car... and honestly, I was exhausted. I didn't want to be around people. I felt particularly sensitive. I drove home and thought about his words. I knew I was going home to a sick daughter and a wife who was tired and hungry...and I didn't want to serve them... and to be honest, I didn't want to be a dad today. I wanted to rent some movies and veg in front of the TV. I wanted to take a nap. I wanted to work out (well, not really, but I knew I had to!). I just didn't want to deal with a sick kid and serve my spouse.
I'm such a hypocrite at times.
I got home... and I came home to a spouse who, fortunately for me, listened to the same sermon. She greeted me with a kiss, My daughter even seemed to sense I needed a smile... my wife told me to go and take a nap, that I looked tired. She would watch our daughter. I slept for over an hour. I got to work out. I rented some videos. Now... I feel like serving... so I'm off to make dinner.
Grace is an interesting thing. We are often challenged to give it... but sometimes it's even harder to receive it.
God is with us.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
You Gotta Love...
You just gotta love country music. Well, maybe not.
BTW, here are some of the All-Time Best Country Song Titles
· Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart
· Mama Get The Hammer (There's A Fly On Papa's Head)
· She Got The Ring And I Got The Finger
· She's Actin' Single I'm Drinkin' Doubles
· I Keep Forgettin' I Forgot About You
· If My Nose Were Full of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You
· Who's Gonna Take The Garbage Out When I'm Dead And Gone?
· If Love Were Oil, I'd Be A Quart Low
· They May Put Me In Prison, But They Can't Stop My Face From Breakin' Out
· If I Ain't Got It, You Don't Need It
· You're The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly
· Did I Shave my Legs for This?
· She Got The Gold Mine And I Got The Shaft
· You Done Tore Out My Heart And Stomped That Sucker Flat
· She Feels Like A New Man Tonight
· Get Your Tongue Out Of My Mouth, Because I'm Kissing You Goodbye
· She Made Toothpicks Out Of The Timber Of My Heart
· When You Leave Walk Out Backwards, So I'll Think You're Walking In
· I Gave Her the Ring, and She Gave Me the Finger
· I Changed Her Oil, She Changed My Life
· Walk Out Backwards Slowly So I'll Think You're Walking In
· How Can You Believe Me When I Say I Love You, When You Know I've Been A Liar All My Life?
· My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field, While Your Dear John Was Breaking My Heart
· I've Got Hair Oil On My Ears And My Glasses Are Slipping Down, But Baby I Can See Through You
· I've Been Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart
· I Flushed You From The Toilets Of My Heart
· I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling
· You're a Hard Dog To Keep Under The Porch
· My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend, And I Sure Do Miss Him
· If Whiskey Were A Woman, I'd Be Married For Sure
· How Can I Miss You if You Won't Go Away?
· I Would Have Wrote You A Letter, But I Couldn't Spell Yuck!
· All I Want From You (Is Away)
· How Come Your Dog Don't Bite Nobody But Me?
BTW, here are some of the All-Time Best Country Song Titles
· Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart
· Mama Get The Hammer (There's A Fly On Papa's Head)
· She Got The Ring And I Got The Finger
· She's Actin' Single I'm Drinkin' Doubles
· I Keep Forgettin' I Forgot About You
· If My Nose Were Full of Nickels, I'd Blow It All On You
· Who's Gonna Take The Garbage Out When I'm Dead And Gone?
· If Love Were Oil, I'd Be A Quart Low
· They May Put Me In Prison, But They Can't Stop My Face From Breakin' Out
· If I Ain't Got It, You Don't Need It
· You're The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly
· Did I Shave my Legs for This?
· She Got The Gold Mine And I Got The Shaft
· You Done Tore Out My Heart And Stomped That Sucker Flat
· She Feels Like A New Man Tonight
· Get Your Tongue Out Of My Mouth, Because I'm Kissing You Goodbye
· She Made Toothpicks Out Of The Timber Of My Heart
· When You Leave Walk Out Backwards, So I'll Think You're Walking In
· I Gave Her the Ring, and She Gave Me the Finger
· I Changed Her Oil, She Changed My Life
· Walk Out Backwards Slowly So I'll Think You're Walking In
· How Can You Believe Me When I Say I Love You, When You Know I've Been A Liar All My Life?
· My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field, While Your Dear John Was Breaking My Heart
· I've Got Hair Oil On My Ears And My Glasses Are Slipping Down, But Baby I Can See Through You
· I've Been Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart
· I Flushed You From The Toilets Of My Heart
· I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling
· You're a Hard Dog To Keep Under The Porch
· My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend, And I Sure Do Miss Him
· If Whiskey Were A Woman, I'd Be Married For Sure
· How Can I Miss You if You Won't Go Away?
· I Would Have Wrote You A Letter, But I Couldn't Spell Yuck!
· All I Want From You (Is Away)
· How Come Your Dog Don't Bite Nobody But Me?
"da da", not, "a da!"
So my daughter can say one word with regular recognition..."panda." Well, it sounds more like, "a da" but it is clear what she means. If a panda comes within eyesight, even when we don't initially see it, she says (usually with glee) "a da! a da!" (If you don't understand why my daughter's first word is "panda" you don't know my wife.)
Today i went with a friend to a marching band competition. We sat in the sun for several hours and watched marching bands (one which had "FU" on the uniforms... a very unfortunate school name if you ask me.) So we are sitting in the sun... and I'm wearing sun glasses... which makes nice little rings around your eyes....
"a da! a da!"
Today i went with a friend to a marching band competition. We sat in the sun for several hours and watched marching bands (one which had "FU" on the uniforms... a very unfortunate school name if you ask me.) So we are sitting in the sun... and I'm wearing sun glasses... which makes nice little rings around your eyes....
"a da! a da!"
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