Someone went for a ride this morning.

Wasn’t me.

I’ve come to realize I’m better at some repair jobs than others.

Yes:

No:

“He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.” – Douglas Adams

“If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?” – Scott Adams

Are you going somewhere? Or why are you kissing Mommy?

Icecube! Stwaight ahead!

Mama, tell me the one about the cro—the ouchie cross.

Mom, do you feel like you don’t have anything to do?

My clothes are da mountains. I shut my knees so they don’t go pophole.

Regan, I always wanted you for my baby brudder.

There was someping under my bed. In my sleep I heard a noise and I sot dere was someping under my bed. I didn’t turn my head because I was too sacred. I heard a boice under my bed.

Tom taked dem one step at a time.

What do boogers eat?

What is a ghost?

When I grow up to be a big daddy, will you still be my mom?

When we die, we go to heaven to bisit God. And God’s Son. Named Jesus. Christ.

Who is God?

Why are school buses yellow?

Why are we Mennonite?

Why can’t babies talk?

Why do mamas wear dresses?

You can still be my wife and live in my house. And you should be kind to my children.

It’s wonderful seeing the advent of another spring! I am so ready to be done with piles of snow and cold weather. Of course, some might ask, why did I move to this area? Well, reasons other than the weather, I’ll admit.

Three years later, spring finally came.

You should check out my page on Facebook.

New arrival.

September 16, 9:55 AM.

8 lbs, 21 3/4 ” long.

Regan Keith.

Hello, world.

Then they wrapped me.

Then my big brother got a-hold of me.

Yeah, he’s not always this happy.  Deal with it.

The core of Christianity as a faith is the person of Jesus Christ–who he is and what I must do with him.  Having chosen to become his disciple, the two questions I find are “What did he teach?” and “How will I live accordingly?”

Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it to fix broken equipment. Othertimes I am confident in my stance as a thrifty Mennonite. Sometimes I wish I could just throw something anyway without any sense of guilt.

My latest project:

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“Aarick, what are you doing?”

“Emails.”