Sex is fun.

Sometimes it's hot. Like movie hot.  Without the soundtrack though.  Unless you're weird.

In 1985 my mom had hot sex.  Not my mom who makes good potato salad and lives in Grand Saline.  My birth mom.  She had sex with a guy she worked with.  He was tall. With curly hair.. and a wife. Birth mom and tall dad became hot for one another.

And had sex.

Lots of it.

And it was awesome.

Which made me.

When birth mom told tall dad that I had taken up residence in her placenta he ran back to his wife. He could not handle any extra responsibility.  He had kids at home to take care of.  So he left and the sex stopped.

I started growing inside of birth mom.  She had decisions to make.

Stretch Pants or Fat Jeans. (Stretch pants would be the more fashionable choice)

also

Abortion or Adoption.

Over the course of 9 months she never told her family she was pregnant.  Only her mom and sister knew.  Together they convinced her Dad that she was just gaining weight.  During that time span word got out that a girl was wanting to give up her baby.  This is where the potato salad mom comes in.  She said, "Hey.  If you don't want him then we'll take him."

So they did.

They paid a lot of money. Pretty much bought me.  Then raised me. Which cost them more money.  Now they have me in college...which doesn't cost them any money because we are poor and financial aid is good.  

I like adopted kids. Because adopted kids are cool.  This makes me not a fan of abortion.

Quick Note:

I just saw where in 2007 almost 78,000 children were aborted in Texas.

Another quick note:

My high school was small.  We had a little over 400 students in it.  The largest high school in our county was only one class higher than us.  They were mainly bigger because they had a flea market take place once a month. (yay First Monday).  In 2007 our county had 559 reported abortions in it.  That's a lot of classmates. 

End Quick Notes.

I think Jesus liked kids.

One time he told his disciples to chill out when they were trying to keep kids away.  He wanted them to come hang out with Him.

I'm thankful a family wanted me to come hang out with them.

Maybe Jesus has a plan for kids who are not wanted. 
Maybe my parents are part of that plan.


This is Part 1 of a 3 Part Series.
Part 2: Why I am Pro Choice (An explanation as to why Abortion is Awesome)
Part 3: WWRD - What Would Republicans Do

July 4, 2003

I owe Clint Dickerson, Cody Humphrey and Jesus quite a bit.  By a bit I mean a lot and by a lot I mean quite a bit.  Therefore, I owe them quite a bit.

Some of you may have no clue who two of these three guys are.  It's just a given that everyone knows Cody Humphrey though.  He has his own MySpace band.  He plays the harmonica and guitar.  The other two might need an introduction.  Clint is a farm boy that is not a farm boy.  He's good at video games.  Clint and Cody both have pretty cool jobs at some big place.  Jesus is just the savior of the known world.

When I was 17 I had a break up.  Girls are mean.  Guys are dumb.  Mean + Dumb = Bad Heart Stuff... at least in a Aristotilian Mathematic model.  I think. I dunno?  I don't study math. 

I took the break up pretty hard.  I was young...and emotional.  I was emo before emo was emo.  Emo was still in its diapers.  In fact, I'm pretty sure emo is loosely based off of my life story...that and the Legend of Bagger Vance.

Anyways...tough break up.  I didn't really know where to turn to, so I turned to my friend Clint Dickerson.  I couldn't find him though.  Randomly we just passed each other in town after I had given up looking for him.  I asked him if I could hang out with him and some of the guys and he invited me to go to Tyler, Tx that night to see a buddy of ours who was at a hospice with his Grandfather.  That night it was raining and I was pissed.  Not pissed at the rain.  Rain is cool.  I was pissed at girl stuff.  Girls...

**Side Note.  Girls have two X chromosomes.  Guys have an X and a Y.  I wonder if the combination of two X chromosomes is what makes girls so weird.  I'm not sure.  It either makes them weird or helps create a uterus.  Eh, beats me. End Side Note***

So my buddy Cody Humphrey pulls up to my house in the rain and I get into the car angry at the world.  In the car was Cody, Clint and myself heading to Tyler - 45 minutes away.  While I was in the back having my own mad at the world party, Clint and Cody spent 45 minutes talking about Jesus.  They even tried to include me in the conversation.  I didn't like talking about Jesus.  They didn't care.

That night some heavy stuff went down.  It was a tough night.  Our buddy Joseph lost his Grandfather.  It kind of shook up everyone in the car.  On the 45 minute ride home, Clint and Cody talked about Jesus again.  This time, instead of talking, I listened to what they were saying.  By the end of the car ride, they had convinced me to give church a try the next Sunday.  So I did.

Eventually, a few weeks later I would give my life to the Lord and start a new path that is still kicking 5 years later.  These guys are my friends.  We may not talk much any more...but that's just part of life.  They'll always be friends though.

Oh...and that Savior dude...Jesus....He was setting up the whole night long before I went looking for Clint, that's how He fits in.  Clint had been trying for a year to get me to take one look at Jesus.  I wouldn't do it.  So Jesus made an appointment.

I know it sounds crazy.  A lot of things are crazy.  The TV show Lost is crazy.  It freakin' drives me crazy.  That's a different story though.

The End.


-do

I want sex.

Bad.  <--- That's how much I want it.

I have a hot girlfriend.  Hot with a double "t" (hott!).  This means she is computer lingo, pop culture hot.  This is hotter than the 90's version of hot.  Our generation is weird.

Marriage.  This is the club I want my hot(t) girlfriend and I to join into.  I like this club.  At least I think I do.  I mainly like the benefits package of the club.  If by benefits package you think I mean crazy-wild honeymoon action...then yes, you're right.  I greatly anticipate the benefits package.

I like ESPN.  Yesterday Woody Paige (a sportscaster) was in a debate with another sportscaster.  When a heated question was asked to Woody he had a cool reply.  He bowed out his chest and yelled, "Enter Beast Mode!"  I smiled.  This made my teeth show.

I want to enter beast mode.  I want to enter beast mode on my honeymoon night.  I think I may yell that out before anything happens.  It's what a man would do....I think...well, definitely a 200 foot robotic man.  I'm not a 200 foot robotic man though.  My parents are white, non-robotic.

My buddy Blaylock is getting married in June.  I think he's ready for sex.

Blaylock is wise.  He thinks alot.  Blaylock shares wise thoughts that make me think sometimes.  One time, after a weekend of wedding planning, Blaylock came home and said, "People spend a lot of time planning a wedding, but few spend time planning a marriage."

Wow.

Truth.  Sometimes it leaves a black eye from when it hits me.  Or maybe that's from my roommate Alex punching me when we wrestle.  Either way the sky is blue.

What?

Hmmm....

Sex.  I can't marry my hot(t) girlfriend for sex.  I want sex.  I want crazy, hot (with two "t's") honeymoon sex.  I can't marry the girl I love for the honeymoon though.

If I marry for the honeymoon, I fail to prepare for the marriage.

That's not loving my wife.

I love Jesus.  Sometimes Jesus doesn't get loved.

A lot of people come to Jesus by saying a prayer. Someone told them to say a prayer.  Someone told them that if they say a prayer, they can get into heaven.


People get to Heaven by saying a prayer.

I get sex by saying, "I Do."


Lost: when something is misplaced.
Somewhere the idea was misplaced that being "saved" is you marrying Jesus.  You give your life to Him, making it into one with His, leaving a world that has raised you and the receiving the privledge to know Him more intimately each day for eternity.

Prayer for Heaven.  It's like marrying for the honeymoon.  You lose sight of the person you're marrying and become blind by your own desires.

One time Jesus told His disciples, "For which one of you, when he wants to build a tower, does not first sit down and calculate the cost to see if he has enough to complete it?" (Luke 14:28)  He was talking about Himself.  Telling the disciples to put a lot of thought into following Him.

Marriage takes a lot of thought.

More than thoughts of wild, crazy sex.

Marriage to Jesus is more than Heaven.

Heaven is wild crazy intimacy with Him....for eternity.