Bulldroppings (or We've Only Just Begun... Again)

This isn't my first attempt at this. In fact, I had a creative writing blog much like this once upon a time ago.

It was a wonderful spot, full of wit and wisdom and random cerebral minutae. People travelled many long miles and hours just to gaze at the majesty, to revel in tales woven of growing tofu and Eddie Money's exploits on the border of Mexico. Folks soaked in the silliness of it all, and they loved it. They smiled. They laughed.

Well... most of them.

You see, I am not just a blogger or writer. I'm also a theology student, studying to be a pastor (sixteen months to my degree!). And, when one hears that word "pastor", a much different image is immediately mentally projected. Some folks see Billy Graham, some Oral Roberts. Some see Reverend Alden from "Little House on the Prairie" and some see the firey brimstone preacher of their childhood.

There is one unfortuante common denominator to describe how many people see those in ministry: Dour. Dry. Devoid of humor.

To that notion I say this: Baloney. Bunk. Bulldroppings.

Yeah, I said it. Bulldroppings.

Bulldropping bulldroppings bulldroppings.

BULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDROPPINGS!!

I let one person's opinion convince me I should take the old blog down. I will never make that mistake again.

So, dive in. Visit regularly as I spin yarns, share recipes, stick in photos, review favorite albums, and basically purge my mind of whatever's rattlin' around up there (hence the name: Jumbled Encephalon Noodle Salad).

Enjoy!!