p90x – I hate it, but I love it.

18 months ago, I weighed about 155 pounds.  On February 2nd, I weighed 185 pounds.  Not to state the obvious, but I will, that’s a lot of weight gain in a short amount of time.  Well, I decided that enough is enough and that it’s time to get back into shape.  Two weeks ago, I started p90x.  It is an intense, 90 day fitness routine led by Mr. Tony Horton.  You’ve probably seen the infomercial on tv.  It is no doubt an intense 90 day journey to fitness.  From simple, straightforward moves like a pushup to meticulously nuanced yoga positions, p90x is like nothing else I’ve ever done.  I’ve just begun week 3 and I’ve already lost 7 pounds.  My goal is to get down to 150, so I’m still a ways away.  This is the record of my journey.

wcc students: Rebounderz

Best sermon on Song of Solomon I’ve ever heard…

This past Sunday, Andrew and I had the opportunity to visit Mars Hill in Seattle.  It was an amazing experience, check out this video: 

http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/the-peasant-princess/dance-of-mahanaim

supply and demand

In a time of economic crisis, such a blog title may suggest a pontification about the current financial state of our country, however, I am merely employing the language of economics to express the blogging world’s dire need for a britney blog.  The demand is there, but there is only one who can supply-chad.  Chad, it is your duty to chronicle what is taking place in the world of britney.  Don’t let us down.

Amy is to Chad as Zoolander is to Hansel

In a culinary universe once dominated by crack brownies, fiesta chicken tacos and chocolate lava cakes, the gravitational pull of balsamic ravioli, healthy cookies and apple dumplings have set the cooking world on a new orbit.  As a once bright star fades, a raging supernova emerges to light up dim palates with a brilliant explosion of taste.  What once seemed like creative, inventive dishes are now so blase in the wake of this, should I say, Vaughanian Revolution.  Many might disagree with the aforementioned assertions but the proof is in the pudding, the pudding being a victory in a chad vs. amy, head-to-head cook off.  Although thoughts of a post-Paul world may be strange to some, life without Chad’s cooking would just be, to quote her former glory, weird.

Chad hates me.

For those of you who are entrenched in the blogging community and/or those who are avid fans of Britney Spears know full well who Chad Vaughan is-a narcissistic, diabolical charlatan (and I say that with the utmost respect).  Chad and I used to be friends, some may say the best of friends.  But now what remains is a shadow, a glimmer, a crude semblance of what used to be.  Hardly a friendship it can be called.  What has brought about this fundamental shift in the earth’s crust that is my life?  What manner of magma has bubbled up and burnt the bridges in our hearts?  Only God knows.