Final message

This blog will be shut down shortly. No further posts will made.

Thanks for sharing it with me.

Goodbye.

Help wanted!

I need someone to help me clean up this little song I'm working on. There are some clumsy rhymes and it doesn't flow well in places. Please help!

Anyway, here it is...

"It's yours," said a mother and a father to their son,
"From the dreams of the night to the warmth of the sun,
"Find meaning where you will in this world of fun."
So I took what's mine with a smile.

From the cradle to the street, where I found my place
There, a lass caught my eye, t'ward her I faced
Pulling back the veil of soft, white lace,
I took what's mine with a smile.

I built her a roof and four walls sound,
Her heart opened up and her form grew round,
But we laid the babe in the muddy ground.
I took what's mine with a tear.

I walked from the grave through a yard of frost.
With my daughter's life came a greater cost;
The smile and the love of my life I'd lost.
There was naught of mine, but fear.

As I left the wardens of my heart,
My soul ached for a fresh, new start.
My life I'd owned and my blade was sharp.
I took what's mine with a smile.

Nothing strengthens a resolve...

...Like waking up and realising that, yes, you did eat that many hamburgers.

My hair still looks dorky, but that's just the kinda guy I am. My innards are still misbehaving.

I'm getting rather excited. I'll be spending Christmas with a dear friend. I'll also be preparing for being on the college ministry team very soon. I can't wait!

Have a fantastic Christmas, y'all. I hope this time allows for peace and reflection, even though everything is usually terrifyingly chaotic.

TheSovietChairman

Hair brush woes

What chance do I have, with ears that stick out
And freckles all over my face?
My little eyes bulge, or so I'm told,
And my hair won't stay in its place.

I look at my sister, though nobody's kissed her,
There'll be guys lining up for sure.
But I can't keep my frocks free from muddy brown spots.
How much longer must I be four?

When I'm five, says my Dad, there'll be school to be had.
I'll be certified, ranked and reviewed.
But Dad, I'm afraid that I won't make the grade.
Will nothing improve my mood?

So many concerns for life's twists and turns,
But Mummy and Daddy don't care.
Reading and writing all sound exciting,
But I can't even manage my hair!

Thanks, y'all

Thank you for a successful shopping trip. Thanks for a good chat. Thanks for support.

Congrats on a successful dinner party. Congrats on a cool new look. Guess I'm just a dork. Always will be. And quite content with that fact.

I'd better wake up early enough to remove my purple and pink nail polish before work.

Sweet dreams,

I love you, and I'll never stop,

TheSovietChairman

I still prefer "raisins"

But you're right. "Balls" is more appropriate.

I like this chaotic feeling. It's nicer than the stressed-out, paranoid feelings I've been having.

It's like everyone's a potential victim!

I'm sneaking up behind you...

*squeeze*

Super-sneak-attack-hug!

Have a great night/day/morning/whatever.

TheSovietChairman

P.S. I'll have my way with you. And you. And especially you. No person will be left un-hugged!

Overwhelmed

So much so that I don't care about spelling.

My chest is constricted. My breathing is shallow. It's like an asthma attack, crossed with a panic attack.

But I think I'll be ok. I know this is right.

*collapses in a heap*

Have I really done enough to qualify?

Be scared. Be happy, but be scared.

If I'm worthwhile, don't let me rot in waiting. Txt me, or email me.

No more waiting, I guess.

Lots of love,

A shaking TSC.

You're right.

It is because I'm lonely.

I hate it when I have too much time to think.

I'm not pining. I just really want to spend time with you.

Stationed on the river

My summer job is one of endless watching, waiting and ensuring safety. Today I walked up and down my section of river, yelling at children, giving the occasional high five.

It's kinda nice to be recognisable as the only guard who hasn't got blonde tips and spiked hair. This year there is one other guy with a beard, though.

I hope everyone's had a smashing weekend!

TheSovietChairman

How can the practical option...

...be anything other than God's option?

Psalm 37:4

The practical option won't be someone with money, or job security, but security of faith. They will love good and trust in the Lord. They will love you.

Matthew 6:25-33

They might have a house, a car and a large income, but will they leave you to cycle to church each Sunday by yourself? Will you be left to pray alone everyday?

Philippians 2:1-11

That one's a passage for me to reflect on. All too often I let myself think I've got it all figured out. I feel like I have something better than those around me. Let my concern for you not be selfish, or driven out of conceited piety, but driven out of love given by the Spirit. Let me learn to control myself.

I'm not claiming to be someone who's right for ANYONE. But it's easy to see who's not right.

I'm so thankful you see it too.

Thank you for lovely days in the sun. Thank you for walks in the park. Thank you for nice meals together with friends.

I love you, see you soon,

TheSovietChairman

C is for committed, a veritable thorn in your side.

L is for lovesick, when I look into your eyes.
I is for instantly, I miss you when you're gone.
N is for nuisance, why do I text you all day long?
G is the guarantee that I won't disappear.
Y is you yelling: Please get him out of here!


An ode to all those guys who fall and fall hard... then don't know how to cope.

Smile!

TheSovietChairman