100 things, part two. This is hard.
21 – I like to laugh at things. I have a very sarcastic streak, but I never intend to be mean about it. It’s among the worst feelings I know when an attempt at humor hurts someone I care about. (My father is *exactly* the same way about this.)
22 – I actually have quite a lot in common with my father, personality-wise. Apart from having him as a friend, one major benefit of this is that I really can learn life-lessons from his experience.
23 – My parents divorced when I was three. I don’t remember my parents ever being married. I used to think it was strange when a friend’s parents were “still” married.
24 – I have two dogs; a 7-year-old Golden Retriever, and a 10-year-old mutt.
25 – I will have been married to the girl who does Jennifer’s Nest for ten years this May.
26 – Northern Wisconsin is my favorite vacation spot. I don’t go for sun and beaches.
27 – I was baptized into my church just this past winter. Almost 20 years to the day after I finished my confirmation class as a 12-year-old. I resisted the church for a long time, for reasons I now recognize as ignorance, pride and selfishness. And – stupidest among the bunch – terminology.
28 – I could never have really accepted Christ if I’d been forced into it. I am deeply grateful for the freedom to choose to accept His offer.
29 – I am profoundly grateful to the people who have served in our armed forces. I can only begin to imagine the difficulties of such a life. It’s incredible to me how easy we all have it in this country because of the people who choose that life.
30 – Sometimes it bothers me how easy we have it – how safe and painless things are for us today. I fear that it makes us weak, and magnifies what should be minor difficulties.
31 – Mom doesn’t like me to mention this, because she doesn’t want people to think she’s wierd, but I was born in my parents’ bedroom. I think that’s kind of cool, but I would never suggest that anyone do that.
32 – I don’t watch much TV. Favorite shows are Mythbusters and Dirty Jobs. Beyond that, there’s nothing I watch habitually.
33 – I want to know how good I can be at drawing and painting. Practicing is truly theraputic for me.
34 – I come from a family of tall people. At 6′2″, my brother is the shortest blood-related adult male in my family. My sister is 5′11″. (I get uncomfortable if too many other tall people are around because I can’t see over their heads.) I’m 6′6″, but have a fairly average 34″ inseam – all my height is in my spine. I don’t fit in a lot of cars.
35 – When I paint the walls of my house, I don’t use a ladder or stepstool.
36 – I think it would be fun to be a painter. A house painter. Indoors only, though.
37 – I used to be afraid of heights, but got over it by subjecting myself to them.
38 – I used to want to try skydiving, but decided after getting married and having children that I missed my chance to take such a needless risk.
39 – I have eaten raw eel. I wasn’t terrible, but I did not like it.
40 – I like to mow my lawn, wash the dishes in the sink and split firewood.
41 – I can start a fire without matches.
42 – I try year after year, but just can’t get into watching sports. This is to my detriment at work, where everyone is an Ohio State fan.
43 – I love to fly two-line stunt kites. I want one of the big, power-lifting four-line kites that can pull you into the air.
44 – I’ve never been outside North America. I have been to Canada, once one foot (across Niagara Falls, where I proposed to that girl I mentioned earlier), and once by plane for work.
45 – The day I met my future in-laws was the day I moved into their basement for a two week visit over Christmas. My girlfriend lived in Pennsylvania and I lived in Illinois.
46 – I think it would be fun to be a high school physics, math or chemistry teacher.
47 – I have learned more about people and getting things done at work through being a parent than through any other thing.
48 – I rank training wheels on children’s bicycles among the world’s worst inventions.
49 – I have run a half-marathon. (That’s a real race. I didn’t stop halfway through a full marathon.) It took me 2 hours and 19 minutes. That’s nowhere close to fast, but I don’t care.
50 – When I started training for that race, I couldn’t run a half-mile.





I don’t think I want to see the kite that can pull you into the air…that’s nightmare material! ;-)
Comment by Eric — March 28, 2006 @ 3:10 pm
Another good list.
As you may have noticed, I have a tendancy towards #21 as well, and like you, feel awful if people take it the wrong way. This is is a real risk in blogging since you can’t hear the tone, see the smile, etc. Hence my overuse of the ;-) emoticon.
#27 – terminology can be a big turn off for a lot of people; it was a hurdle for me as well.
#29/30 – Ditto (and I have been outside of our country and seen how poorer nations live; it makes me feel guilty for being born in America. I think every American child should see and experience the reality of living in a third world country before the age of 10).
#39 – I have eaten cooked eel. It is delicious. :-)
#49/50 – That is awesome!!
Comment by Gwynne — March 29, 2006 @ 2:58 am
Oh, I don’t think you’d mind *seeing* those kites. Might not want to fly ‘em, but they’re amazingly powerful. Actually, it turns out that the *wind* is amazingly powerful, you just have to catch it right.
The big one in the catalog I just got requires a signed disclaimer before they’ll ship it to you. Biggest size is 12′7″ x 4′6″, and it comes with 200-lb test lines (four of them!). They can be dangerous, I understand. :-) My current “big” kite is only about 8′ across, and dart-shaped.
Comment by Brian — March 29, 2006 @ 7:02 am
Here are some of the big kites. I think of them as small parachutes.
Comment by Brian — March 29, 2006 @ 7:16 am
Gwynne – I keep thinking of doing a series on “things that turned me off to Christianity,” starting with a list of words and definitions. I’m starting a list of words now.
When you eat cooked eel, how long is it until you stop tasting it? That was my problem with the raw eel. I could still taste it for hours afterwards.
Comment by Brian — March 29, 2006 @ 7:21 am
Death by Kite
Kite flying is a gentle reminder of spring breezes on lazy afternoons…that, and attempted decapitation.
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Pingback by jennifersnest.com » Blog Archive » The Kite Flying Yard — March 29, 2006 @ 1:01 pm
The flying field.
Comment by Beanquestor's Bride — March 29, 2006 @ 1:04 pm
I think that would be a worthwhile exploration (the post on “things that turned you off to Christianity”)
With cooked eel, there was no lingering aftertaste. I cannot imagine eating it raw. Ick! But then, I’m not a sushi eater either.
At what point does a kite become a hang-glider?
Comment by Gwynne — March 29, 2006 @ 6:03 pm
Thanks for looking after the place while I was at work, sweetie. Uh … both of ‘em.
Gwynne – Yes, I definitely will do that post. Or maybe a few of them.
A kite becomes a hang glider, I think, just after the point at which you should have let go, but chose to hang on.
Man … I’m going to have to save my pennies, here. All this talk is really making me want one of the big ones. And its springtime – season of good winds….
Comment by Brian — March 29, 2006 @ 7:49 pm
just after the point at which you should have let go, but chose to hang on. Ah, got it. LOL :-)
Comment by Gwynne — March 29, 2006 @ 10:07 pm