Monday, August 29, 2011

Tumblr, amongst other social media...

In case you didn't know (or couldn't figure it out), I'm not regularly posting on Blogspot (and I don't plan to). Rather, I've settled on a plethora of social media "solutions" with which to keep in touch, convey thoughts, and spread general Internet cheer.

They are....

1) Tumblr, for blogging. I like that I can quickly blog quotes and photos as well as longer posts.
See it at:

2) Twitter, the place for all my non-Facebook appropriate comments, etc.
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3) Facebook, you know......Facebook.
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While we're on web-links, I recently registered a domain (it's been a while since the last one) as I get back into my 'ol general computer tech/web programming/computer programming hobby (hopefully for money this time).  There's nothing exciting going on at the domain right now, but I am hosting it off an old laptop sitting next to my TV in the living room, so I thought that part was cool (and will explain why the link will be down/broken sometimes):

Catch you kids on the flipside!


Monday, June 7, 2010


I'm going to check out Tumblr for a little while as a blogging alternative to Blogspot. Blogspot is aight and all, but it seems too much of a hassle to sit down and type out junk and add pics and all that malarky.

So, Tumblr (at is a type of mini-blog for posting text, pics, video, audio, and other things.  PLUS, it has an iPhone app and will automatically post to Twitter & Facebook, sooooo it's a type of one-stop blog solution (to me, anyway).

So, you can follow me at I may still post on blogspot, but there will likely be more activity on Tumblr. We shall see.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Adventures in Houstonia, Part 1: Property Damage

While there have been several adventures in Houstonialand thus far, this is the first that I photo-documented.

I give you, Adventures in Houstonia: The first installment.

Ah, Houston, land of diversity, and kids that throw rocks in the apartment complex parking lot.

At 5:40ish, I arrived home, mexican food in tow. I had dinner, watched Modern Family on Hulu, showered, and generally minded my own business.

At approximately 7:55 the victim, erm, I returned to my paid-for vehicle and got in. Upon looking in the rear view mirror, I discovered the entire back window was shattered, but not busted in (whew!).

I got out, investigated, took pictures, called my dad, etc.

Eventually a lady and her two boys came out and she asked the older boy if "this was the car." It was the car.

He (about age 6, maybe 7) said a "small rock" had it and bounced off. Somehow this "small rock" had managed to shatter the entire thing. Although, you can tell where something hit it, it's difficult to determine the size of the object.

Anyway, thanks to the aftermarket tinting (good call, Dad!), the window didn't cave in.

The mom of the perpetrator said "Wellllll, get me an estimate." She didn't actually say she would pay for the window, but I think (I hope) it was implied. She said she would get an estimate too, "so we could find the best deal." HA! As if I'm going to try to take advantage of the situation....didn't she see all the Aggie stickers? Doesn't she know we don't lie, cheat, or steal?

Stay tuned, kids!

More pics. They're almost pretty, if they didn't mean the hassle of dealing with this. Although, I am very thankful that someone came out and fessed up. I was planning on just forking over the non-existent cash.

This might also be a cool opportunity to show some grace, by not screaming and yelling and threatening and all. 

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Home is where came from?

Right now my work schedule has me working three 12-hour days (yaaaayy) and one 6-hour day. Add it all up, throw in a few off-the-clock 30-minute lunch breaks, and you get 40 hours. For four weeks, I work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and half of Thursday. Then it flips to working half of Thursday-Monday (working weekends is no fun :(.)

Anyway, I worked till 11 AM today, went home and chilled, and then drove to Aggieland in the afternoon and will stay through Saturday night. I got in about, 30 or 35 minutes ago.

MAN this place feels like home. Which makes sense, since I lived here for 4 1/2 years, but boy is it strange coming back. It's only been a month since I've been here last.

The first place I went was Sweets, an uber-popular coffee shop/hangout/study joint. Mostly because of its familiarity and the chance of seeing someone I know.  There are a lot of things about College Station and its culture that I don't miss, but what struck me is that being around people studying made me realize that I miss the familiarity of being a student, the stability.

I don't know that I would have called being a student stable when I was one, but you know your classes, test dates, what is expected, and what the outcome is. And if you fail at it, you can re-take it next semester. Not so in the working world.

The other thing is that 15 minutes after I got here I started overhearing a "Christian" conversation. Sure, there's question as to the level of truth in the words spoken, but somehow there's still a comfort at the familiar words.

So I guess it isn't necessarily where the degree comes from, but where you feel like you fit. The thing is, I don't fit here anymore, cause God moved me to Houston. Can't wait to fit again.

In other news, I realize a lot of these posts have been serious-ish.  Lest I become an emo-hearted (not Elmo), Dashboard-listening, tight-jeans-wearing blogger, I'll try to lighten up and recall some of the more humorous on-goings of the new life. Stay tuned, kiddos!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Panera, Flip Flops, & The Frog Prince Toe

Ah yes, God has a sense of humor alright. Somehow people don't see that sometimes, but if you are at all a proponent of the sovereignty of God and a God who cares about the small details of life, then He definitely has a sense of humor.

Case in point.

I'm at a Panera Bread off 290 & Tidwell right now. A couple of years ago I got a $15 Panera gift card from my mom for something, but there's no Panera anywhere near Byran/College Station. So, the move to the big city was my chance to cash in. Score. Plus, they have wi-fi, so I can hang out for a bit and work on stuff. Also score.

I walk in, look around for a plug and set my stuff down. I go up and order. The girl is new and still doing training with another employee, but she's friendly and everything is good. I get my food and go sit down. Upon my attempt to sit, I jam my big toe up under the table and bend back my toenail worse than it has been for a long time. Ouch. I guess this is what I get for wearing flip flops.

So I'm sitting there wondering how long it will be before the blood trickles down into a pool on the floor. There's no band-aids in the car and I consider wrapping it napkins. Instead, I go up and ask the guy who was training the girl at the counter for a band-aid. He asks "Big or small?" I said, "Big. Defnitely." He comes back with a medium-sized band-aid and says that's the biggest they have. I say "thanks" and go sit down.

I open said band-aid. At first I thought it was Disney Princess', but upon closer examination, it's a Disney's 'The Frog Prince' (ashamed that I know that) bandaid. Sigh.

So there you have it. Now I have a pretty badly jammed up toe and toenail (which, while painful, is still kinda funny) and, even better, a too-small band-aid that a little girl over the age of six wouldn't wear.

Oh God, you and your humor.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Out-of-Towners. Aliens. Etc.

For those who don't have the current 411, I'm now living in Houston and start my first day with H-E-B tomorrow. Last weekend I (with the help of some much beloved brothers) moved all my junk down to H-town, and then stayed for 2.5 days for training, and went back for the second half of spring break. Living Hope hosted a few different Spring Break Bible Camps for kids in some different Bryan projects and I was able to serve at one each evening.  I loved working with the kids again (I had been out of regular children's ministry since about October) and share with them simple but extremely foundational truths about God's love.

The weekend was spent with church family and was a sweet time of fellowship and prayer.  I am so, so blessed to have a family like that and for their desire to send me out with blessings and prayer for God's provision in finding a new church family.  I've only been back in Houston a few hours and I miss them like crazy.

My apartment didn't come with a microwave and my roommate didn't have one, so I was going to ask around and see if anyone had a free one.  My friend D-Mac happened to get a free one from work and, upon hearing of my need, gladly passed it on.  I'm pretty sure all she wanted out of life was a free microwave but she was willing to give it all up to serve someone else in need. Baller. If you see her around (and many of you will), be sure to high-five her and say "OW OW BALLER!"

I'm getting close to the point (and title) of this post. I promise.

Being back these few hours have been weird.  I'm at home, but it's not home. It's where I live now, but I don't feel as though I belong.  As I was cleaning the microwave (which came from D's workplace, if that gives you an idea of the condition), I realized that this is exactly how Christians should feel in this world.  Maybe not the sad and lonely part, but definitely as though we don't belong. 'Cause we don't. I know we hear messages about being "aliens" and "sojourners" all the time, but it really hits home when you are going through a parallel-ish experience.

I'm not from Houston. I don't feel comfortable here. It just isn't home (yet). And neither is earth.  When I became a follower of Jesus, my citizenship changed from earth to the Kingdom of God.

I want this discomfort to spur me on toward love and good deeds, and not simply try to medicate (maybe what I'm going through isn't quite as dramatic as that link) the pain with entertainment, sin, or whatever.  I want the desire to be near those I love to remind me of the greater desire to be near the Jesus I love, and the joy at his returning.

And if you're in my B/CS family and you're reading this, just know that you can't pray too much or call/text/email too much over the next few weeks. :)


P.S. One thing that made the drive sweet is that my good friend Face made me a mix CD. Not a "valentine's day" or "my sweet honey sugar lips' birthday" type of mix, but more of the "I've known you for 4 years and have seen the Lord grow and mold you" type of mix CD. It was sweet, and a joy to listen to. I plan on leaving it in the player for a few weeks, at least.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

And the winner is...


That's right, ladies and germs, I am the proudest new employee of H-E-B, or Howard E. Butt grocery company (not the official name).
Last Wednesday (17th) I went to Houston for an interview with H-E-B (do I really have to type those hypens every time?) at their Houston Retail Support Center, which is a distribution center/milk plant/bakery located one complex in Northwest Houston (think the intersection of 290 and Beltway 8, but on the inside and a few miles in).

The position I interviewed for was for Quality Control Technician at either the milk plant or bakery.  The interview went very well (three interviewers, at least two were Aggies), and then I got a tour of the milk plant.  Leaving the interview I felt very good about it, but didn't relish the thought of moving to H-town.

On Friday I got a call offering me the position (two days after interviewing). I told them I'd let them know next week as I wanted to get ahold of another company I had interviewed with twice.  The short version of the story is that the other company (Company B from the post below, soon to be revealed in this post) said that would get back to me before my deadline to talk to H-E-B. They didn't, even though I called again, and again.  Finally, a decision needed to be made, so I called H-E-B yesterday morning and accepted the job offer.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that I got the QC Tech position in the bakery.

I've turned in my two-weeks notice at CSISD and will finish bus driving the week of March 12th, then move all my stuff to Houston on the 13th, and start at H-E-B on the 22nd (the Monday after spring break).

This Saturday, the 27th, I plan on going to Houston to check out apartments I've been looking at online. I didn't originally plan to, but it looks as though I'll be signing a lease the same day because I don't know when else I'd be able to take care of it (and move-in is only two weeks away).

Right now the thought is to get a cheap, 1 bedroom apartment on a 6 month lease (to leave myself open for a change later). I've been contacting different people I know in Houston to see if they know of any potential roommate situations, and one opportunity might be in the works (waiting to hear from the guy). So that'd be cool.

Now, for those of you keeping score at home, the not-so-mystery companies listed in the post below are:

Company A - Otis Spunkmeyer
Company B - Sanderson Farms, specifically their plant in Bryan
Company C - H-E-B
Company D - Anheuser-Busch (yes, I totally would have worked for them if they offered me a job)

Some prayer requests:

-Finding good housing and knowing which part of town to live in, and that a good roommate situation would come about
-Finding a church home and community within that church.  It seems you can find a church with sound doctrine and teaching, but whether or not the members live it out is another story.  And finding good community seems even more daunting, as many churches don't seem to grasp the importance of unity that results in close community between Christians.
-That I would seek to build community and not simply wait for it to fall into my lap
-Adjusting to the work schedule (12 hour days, 5 AM - 5 PM, for 3.5 days/week)

And please pray for wisdom and discernment in all these areas.

Well, that's pretty much the 411. I leave you with some tidbits about the company I'll be working for:

-H-E-B owns and operates about 310 stores total, of which roughly 30 are located in Mexico.  The H-E-B brands include H-E-B, Mi Tienda, Central Market, H-E-B Plus!, and local "market" stores (Kingwood Market, etc.).
-H-E-B is the largest privately owned company in Texas, with revenues of about $15.5 billion in 2008.  It currently employs 70,000+ people (as of 2008ish).

-Read that line above again. The largest privately owned company in Texas. That is quite ridiculous.

-H-E-B is based in San Antonio.

-H-E-B dominates the central Texas grocery market and is steadily expanding in the Houston area.  While Wal-Mart holds a significant share of the market in the DFW area, H-E-B does have stores in the area and I believe is planning to expand there in coming years.

-H-E-B is well known for their store culture, targeting the product selection to the community the store is located in, and for having excellent self-branded (ie: H-E-B brand, not Hill Country Fare) products.  It is said that they will not produce a clone product under the H-E-B label unless the product cannot at least match, if not exceed, the quality of the major brand version of that same product.