Vacation

I recently went on vacation and I have to say that it was one of the worst relaxing experiences of my life. First, we traveled to San Antonio. San Antonio was actually one of the most educational experiences of my life because I was blessed with the opportunity to learn a second language. I know nothing about the historical aspect of San Antonio but I am proud to say that I am now bilingual and I understand the difference between our definition of "clean" and San Antonio's definition of "clean." After San Antonio, we went to McKinney, Texas to witness one of God's most miraculous gifts to the human race, child birth. This wasn't just any child birth, this one was special; I witnessed the birth of a ninja. It took the doctors a day and a half to find this baby and it took another day and a half to get him out of there. In the duration of this ninja unveiling, I was stuck in a waiting room. I spent my vacation "relaxing" in the waiting room of a hospital. Why is it that after my vacation, I am more exhausted than before I went on vacation? I actually took time off from my job, to become more stressed out.




Yo necessito un ciesta!

Fast Food

(halfway into phone conversation) i think its stressed induced.... nonono no trauma at all... yeah yeah yeah... hhhmmhhh.... ok... ok cause its... i did the test on her, push in push out, it really hurt her when she pushed in and up; i still remember all that old stuff... she said she didn't.... i don't think that hurt her as much... no shes in a different part of the church... i told her to go to my chiropractor first.... ice her trap or her arm... ok i will buddy.... take care.... hhmmm hhhmmm ok i'll halla at you (hangs up phone.) What are you doing, no don't put that on there, I was thinking more on fast food people....


I don't really get the problem with fast food industry employees. I know what the problem is, I just don't get how it persists. Get this, they stand there behind a machine with more buttons to things that they will ever understand. You, being 3 feet in front of them, staring at them in the face, walking them through the desires of your inner most hunger; all the while knowing that you need them to get this right in order for your belly to reach 100% satisfaction so you start out communicating to this "employee of the month" but then your mind starts to drift off to a time (and yes you know this time, everyone has this time) that you stood 3 feet away from a very similar well qualified fast food employee and delivered your order - without hesitation - and the magnitude of the disaster was so upsetting that it left a deep scar on your fast food experiences from that point on. And I don't mean, they put ketchup on the burger instead of mustard; I'm talking you walked into McDonald's, stood at the counter, said "Get me that delicious number 4: Double quarter pounder with cheese (cause half pounder doesn't sound near as cool as double quarter pounder), and some way they screwed the order up so bad that you found a chalupa in your double quarter pounder box instead of a burger.... so you wait for the employee of the month to hit a button before you say the next word. Word, button, word, button, word, button... all the way through your order. And the problem is that there is still a greater possibility that your order will come out incorrect than correct. I'm being dead serious about this, statistics show that no matter how you communicate it, when eating at a fast food restaurant, there is a greater chance of there being an error in your order than for your order to be exactly how you ordered it. Why? Why is this so hard for the fast food industry to fix?


And yet, why did I eat the chalupa?

New to blogging

You know what I really hate? When people first start blogging or first start sharing their own thoughts or feelings to the world, and they're like "Uh, so like, this is my first time to ever blog, and I don't really know what to say so like..." Dude, obviously it's your first time to blog or else you would have more than one post, and if you really don't know what to say, why not wait until something is on your mind; then you can just go right into your thought. I mean, come on, I hope people have something better to do than to read your first ever blog of your indecisiveness. Besides, more than likely the people reading that first blog are the people that are close or somewhat close to you, and you sent them a text that said something to the point of them getting on to your website and reading your blog. Now then, with that said....

My name is Doug. I am happy to be here. I love my wife. I love my child. I love my God. If you are a young adult and you are looking for a church home or somewhere to hang out on Wednesday nights, Cathedral of the Hills in Edmond, Oklahoma would love to have you.

Thats all I got.

Hope you got my text.