I'm completely aggrieved these days with my blogger account. Ever since I signed up for gmail it takes me twice as long to sign into my blog account. Why do you ask is this?
Well here's the situation, around about the same time I signed up for my gmail account is the time that the blogger went to gmail (meaning persons with Gmail automatically get signed into a special gmail account). Well, now whenever I try to get into my blogger account and I'm signed onto gmail it automatically directs me to a new blogger account. UGH!! How frustrating. I don't have any blogs with the gmail account, nor do I want any. I just want to be signed into my blog account without being kicked out of Gmail.
I don't see any way around this situation and it irritates me immensely. Oh well, as it stands what I do now to sign into blogger is to sign myself out of Gmail, then sign into Blogspot the "old way". It takes more time, but atleast it gets me to my account.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
I've been told...
...to kindly update my site. I guess some of you missed hearing from me after all.
So as I sit down to write I wonder what would be worthy of a posting. All the stories I could recount to you, yet how boring my life is.
Then I think to myself, why don't I tell them about my little church adventure of this past weekend. This short story should bring a smile to your face.
The story all began late last week when my Mom called to let me know a cousin of mine (Chris Burkholder) was coming to town to perform with the Hesston College Chorale group. This is exciting to me I would love to see Chris and spend some time with him. Well, I go ahead and call Chris and arrange for us to meet prior to his performance.
When it was all said and done I spent Saturday after with the Hesston College group and enjoyed their company on a tour of Temple Square and then dinner at Training Table (known as the Utah Original).
Now, you're probably thinking what's so funny about any of this, and you'd be right it's not really funny. I'm about to get to the good stuff.
My evening all started to go down hill when after going home to change for the evening concert I couldn't get my car to start. There I was sitting in my car just turning the key and praying for a miracle. This is all around 6:50 p.m. and the concert was to start at First Baptist Church of Salt Lake at 7:30 p.m.
In my desperation I called my good friend Jake, asking for a ride. Sweet guy that he is, he went out of his way to help me out, even though he had a headache. So, at this point neither Jake or I are doing so well. I'm anxious about my car (turns out folks it needed a new fuel pump) and Jake had his headache. To top it off we're going to be late to this concert and nobody likes arriving late to stuff like this.
Well, we get to the church and the concert has been underway for the last ten minutes. We haven't missed too much, but we're still going to have to get inside as discretely as possible. This is where the story gets good. I'll try to be as illustrative as possible, but you're going to have to put your imagination to good use here.
You see the First Baptist Church of Salt Lake was built sometime in the 1950's and it's design reflects that fact. This church is rather large and intricate (somewhat like a maze), the whole design suggests of there once being a smaller church that has gone through several additions.
When we arrived, Jake and I first tried the front door to the right side of the building. No luck, the silly door was dead bolted. Our next move was to head towards the back of the church where there was an open door (now we're getting somewhere). Now we've managed to get inside the church and I hear the singing from straight ahead. The only issue I'm having here is that I have this sinking feeling that I'm not going to like where I'm headed as I walk down the hallway to the sanctuary. Sure enough, the hallway leads to the front of the sanctuary. I cautiously peak my head in and see very clearly that if we enter through this door we'd find ourselves at the front of the sanctuary and before an audience. I'm not so keen about finding myself center stage so I quickly decide to back away from that door.
So now the obstacle is to find a hallway that will lead to the rear entrance of the sanctuary where we can enter unnoticed by most. After following a maze of hallways that all lead to dead ends we find ourselves back outside again circling the church and looking for another entrance.
As luck would have it we found our other entrance. When I first noticed this church door all I saw was an open door and not much else. I immediately pointed out the entrance to Jake and he immediately pointed out the barred gate that stood between us and the open door.
I stand there looking at this closed gate and think to myself, what are we doing as "the church", people want in and we're locking ourselves up and keeping them out.
Never fear folks we were able to get past the gate, and through the door and into the sanctuary. We've accomplished all this and the singing is only 20 minutes into the entire performance, we're feeling pretty good about all this until...
...until we sit down on the old pew and it lets out a terribly loud groan that echoes off the walls and alerts everyone to our late arrival. So much for not holding center stage.
So as I sit down to write I wonder what would be worthy of a posting. All the stories I could recount to you, yet how boring my life is.
Then I think to myself, why don't I tell them about my little church adventure of this past weekend. This short story should bring a smile to your face.
The story all began late last week when my Mom called to let me know a cousin of mine (Chris Burkholder) was coming to town to perform with the Hesston College Chorale group. This is exciting to me I would love to see Chris and spend some time with him. Well, I go ahead and call Chris and arrange for us to meet prior to his performance.
When it was all said and done I spent Saturday after with the Hesston College group and enjoyed their company on a tour of Temple Square and then dinner at Training Table (known as the Utah Original).
Now, you're probably thinking what's so funny about any of this, and you'd be right it's not really funny. I'm about to get to the good stuff.
My evening all started to go down hill when after going home to change for the evening concert I couldn't get my car to start. There I was sitting in my car just turning the key and praying for a miracle. This is all around 6:50 p.m. and the concert was to start at First Baptist Church of Salt Lake at 7:30 p.m.
In my desperation I called my good friend Jake, asking for a ride. Sweet guy that he is, he went out of his way to help me out, even though he had a headache. So, at this point neither Jake or I are doing so well. I'm anxious about my car (turns out folks it needed a new fuel pump) and Jake had his headache. To top it off we're going to be late to this concert and nobody likes arriving late to stuff like this.
Well, we get to the church and the concert has been underway for the last ten minutes. We haven't missed too much, but we're still going to have to get inside as discretely as possible. This is where the story gets good. I'll try to be as illustrative as possible, but you're going to have to put your imagination to good use here.
You see the First Baptist Church of Salt Lake was built sometime in the 1950's and it's design reflects that fact. This church is rather large and intricate (somewhat like a maze), the whole design suggests of there once being a smaller church that has gone through several additions.
When we arrived, Jake and I first tried the front door to the right side of the building. No luck, the silly door was dead bolted. Our next move was to head towards the back of the church where there was an open door (now we're getting somewhere). Now we've managed to get inside the church and I hear the singing from straight ahead. The only issue I'm having here is that I have this sinking feeling that I'm not going to like where I'm headed as I walk down the hallway to the sanctuary. Sure enough, the hallway leads to the front of the sanctuary. I cautiously peak my head in and see very clearly that if we enter through this door we'd find ourselves at the front of the sanctuary and before an audience. I'm not so keen about finding myself center stage so I quickly decide to back away from that door.
So now the obstacle is to find a hallway that will lead to the rear entrance of the sanctuary where we can enter unnoticed by most. After following a maze of hallways that all lead to dead ends we find ourselves back outside again circling the church and looking for another entrance.
As luck would have it we found our other entrance. When I first noticed this church door all I saw was an open door and not much else. I immediately pointed out the entrance to Jake and he immediately pointed out the barred gate that stood between us and the open door.
I stand there looking at this closed gate and think to myself, what are we doing as "the church", people want in and we're locking ourselves up and keeping them out.
Never fear folks we were able to get past the gate, and through the door and into the sanctuary. We've accomplished all this and the singing is only 20 minutes into the entire performance, we're feeling pretty good about all this until...
...until we sit down on the old pew and it lets out a terribly loud groan that echoes off the walls and alerts everyone to our late arrival. So much for not holding center stage.
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