Boooo...

Sometime during my sophomore or junior year of college, a small group of my friends decided it would be good if we regularly got together.  It started small, just a few guys.  Soon our group grew.  By the time we graduated college, we routinely crammed anywhere between 15 to 20 guys in one of our dorm rooms or college apartments.  We met every Thursday night at 10:00 pm.  We called it “Mantime.”

I'm a Scaredy Cat...Or, But What If...

The wife and I had the opportunity to escape our two small children for a very brief time.  This last weekend, my wonderful mother-in-law traveled to our home to watch Nate and Sam, while Lori and I headed for Chicago.  Wednesday night, after church, I found myself packing for our departure on Thursday morning.  I have the tendency to pack like a girl.  This tendency has its roots, partially at least, in the influence of my two older sisters.  More likely, however, is that I’m scared.  As I lay in bed on Wednesday night, my mind raced through all the items I had packed.  “Do I have enough underwear?  Yes, I’ve got six pairs for a three day trip.  Do I have enough shirts?  I think so.  I have enough for three each day.  Socks?  Every pair I own.”  It hit me, while I lay in bed that night; I’m scared of not having enough.  Sure, I probably wouldn’t need all those shirts and undies.  But…what if?  What if it’s really hot and I sweat a lot?  What if a bird poos on my shorts?  What if I poo my shorts?  The scenarios are endless.