See You at the Pole

I recently had the opportunity to visit "See you at the pole" at Whitewater Middle School early the other morning. It was really cool to see the next generation gather to pray and worship our great God. I remember going to see you at the pole when I was in high school. I remember 15 to 17 of us holding hands around the flag pole and praying. When I visited the school the other morning there were 40+ students. The students led worship and organize prayer between eachother. May God bless these students and preserve them for great wonders in the kingdom. Click the video above and take a look at a clip from this years gathering.

Ice Cream Olympics

I could smell the Olympic spirit in the air. It was almost as if we stepped into another place and another time. In a grove of olive trees nestled in ancient Greece, the first ice cream Olympics took place to signify a new start, a fresh beginning, and a sticky end. Okay, well, maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration. The real ice cream Olympics was in modern day Georgia, USA; 1016 Pleasance Grove, Peachtree City to be exact. But rumor has it that Olympic legend IceCreamious Olympicus made an appearance to commission the event and provide all-around awesomeness. And so it began…

Four teams arrived eager to stake claim to Olympic gold. Years of training and perseverance enabled each member to realize their lifelong dream, to represent the team they have long admired. The heavy favorites, Team Orange Sherbert, looked to be in good form as they flaunted their quickness and belly-size to the other competitors. Team LIME-lisious was not too easily intimidated as they were the dark horse to take the title this year. Eagerly anticipating a chance for respect, Team Blue Bunny, took it personal when the local media outlets criticized their off-season work-out regimen. Team Grape Escape, looked very competitive with the new addition of some seasoned ice cream eating phenoms.

This truly was a battle for the ages as young and old, friend and foe, peered from the upper deck to catch a glimpse of history.
Like true gladiators, each team sacrificed a chance at popularity and friends as they slammed their face into an ice cream sundae, quickly becoming gooey and sticky all over. With team captains admonishing their teams to pursue gold or die trying, Dave and Beth Yeager were slapped with an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty on the heels of a steroid and doping scandal. “Jealousy” was their only remark when questioned about the allegations. It seemed as if the gloves came off when Bridget Paschal and Carla Queen challenged their team to go all-out in dairy drowning glory. For some reason no one could get a comment from Carla as she was all giggles the whole time. The crowd could see the determination from the sidelines when Matt and Shelley Drummond were caught performing calisthenics on the sidelines with their team. Like true coaches, they would not be denied as their team plunged head-first into a pan of chocolate syrup. Matt was seen looking into the camera only to say “Victory is the only option” and for this event, it was. Greg and Anne Creighton took a different strategy to the games. Like field generals, they strategized as if this was a game of chess. Strategy and mind games were the weapons of choice for this team. Greg was hesitant to give away any hints into his strategy. Shelley tried but no one could understand the military jargon.

At the end of the games, no one was spared from the chocolate battle scars, and a warm shower seemed to be the only respite for the sticky skin of competition. Team Blue Bunny ended up taking the gold, but everyone else felt somewhat satisfied in a way that only ice cream could make one feel. This will be remembered as a game for the ages. Now every athlete can hold their head up high, wear their ice cream Olympics t-shirts with pride, and know that they will always be remembered as coinsure of the creamy, daredevils of the delicious, and champions of the Ice Cream Olympics!

Friday Night Lights

Its football time in Tennessee....uh...I mean...Georgia. Yea, it still doesnt sound quite right to me yet. Regardless, I have still been waiting for this time of the season for months. Pads popping, band playing, stif-arms, and fade routes to the end-zone. Yeah, I'm feel'n it.

Tonight was my baptism into South-Atlanta football as I made it to the football game at Starrs Mill High School, home of the Panthers. Maybe it has been way too long since I have paid to get into a football game but since when is a ticket $7?! I am starting to realize that football is a big-time money raiser for the schools. It was definatly worth it. The game came down to a final drive before Starrs Mill sealed the victory with an interception. I realized that the band is really talented and a whole lot of fun. I sealed the night with a chili-cheese dog and officially chistened the night as the beginning of football season.

Tonight I have set aside my clothes for tomorrow. All orange of course. I am hoping for a great season for Tennessee. You may ask me what a great season would be, so here is my idea of a great season. If we have 2 wins and 10 losses I will consider it a great season if we beat Florida and Georgia (Thats right, Kevin Arnold). Go Vols!!

250cc's of Pure Power

Ok, its official. Got my tags and registration. Stood in line at the DMV and got my licence. Call me James Dean, call me Jesse James, call me what you will because we share a common bond. We all travel famously on 2 wheels, burning up the streets, nothing to hold us back. (I feel cooler already)

There is one difference, however. My new ride is far from the glamorous choppers made famous by these biker outlaws. My new ride is a Chinese motor-scooter with a top speed of 70mph...downhill. Dont be fooled....I am super psyched about it!!! 3 gallons to fill up the tank and 60mpg. Thats what its all about. Plus, its so much fun!

Lately, I have been counting how many bugs hit me on a single ride. I never realized how prevalent what I like to call "bug whallops" are to motorcycle riders. Sometimes those things can hurt. Let's just say that I just bought a new helmet and made sure to get a plastic shield to avoid an early lunch.

I am trying to convince my father-in-law that my new nickname is not "scooter". I have a feeling I'm not gonna win this battle. Might as well embrace it right? Well, tomorrow is another day, hopefully it is nice enough to ride, helment hair and all. See you on the open road. Sincerely, -Scooter