randomlychad  —  November 3, 2011 — 6 Comments

Hey, everyone! Sorry for the lack of something here today. I got swamped at work, and consequently didn’t have time to make the time. IKYKWIM.

Anyway, God willing, and the creek don’t rise, I’ll be back tomorrow.

I’ll leave you with this (fictional) dialogue I posted to Facebook the other day:

“Hello, Narcissists Anonymous.”

“Is the Teen Hotline?”

“Same difference… How may I direct my, er, your call?”


On an unrelated note, I’ve been reading through the Bible, and just got to Ezekiel today. Wheels within wheels!

I’ve also been reading Walter Isaacson’s outstanding biography of the late Steve Jobs. Based on the fact that Jobs dropped acid in his youth, I’ve a suspicion that perhaps he saw some “wheels within wheels” himself. Or something.

It’s clear to me that the man indisputably a genius–a prickly, exacting, foul-mouthed genius. He put up a valiant fight against his cancer, and it was sad to see such a vibrant soul waste away.


See you all tomorrow. Same Chad time. Same Chad channel.

What’s on your mind this week?

Since about February of this year, I’ve been on what can be termed a “carbohydrate-restricted” diet. I’m sorry, I mean, don’t call it a “diet”–it’s a lifestyle. This lifestyle has been great for my waistline–I’ve lost close to 40lbs–but hasn’t improved my sleep apnea.

Not one bit. I thought by losing weight, I would improve my nighttime breathing. Well, not so much. In fact, if anything, the apnea has gotten worse.

Not only that, though I’ve lost weight, my total serum cholesterol is 212, and my LDL is 143. Not such good numbers.

This, despite my “lifestyle,” and moderate exercise. Guess it’s all in the genes, or something.

Thanks, mom and dad! Thanks a lot.

Anyway, I thought I could get a handle on this without any additional doctor visits, etc. But it’s not looking that way. (You in the peanut gallery: shut up! I know full well it sucks to be middle aged). So, it looks like another sleep study is in order, and with a recurrent staph infection in my left nostril, a visit to the otolaryngologist (otherwise, like Treebeard, known as an ENT) as well. I hate going to the doctor!

All of this added to what my wife is going through health-wise: diabetes, adhesive capsulitis (“frozen shoulder”–for which she has been enduring painful physical therapy thrice-weekly for sometime now), and various other health issues as well.

Added to which, our son has had some issues with bullies at school.

All of which is to say that this introvert’s heart is on overload. Life is too much right now. So much so, that I presently don’t really care about my healthy regimen. I mean: eat right, exercise daily, die anyway, right? So I may as well eat what I enjoy.

Awesome headspace to be in, right? Can I get an “Amen?”

As you can probably guess–if you read yesterday’s post–I’ve been somewhat surly and withdrawn lately. If you don’t believe me, just ask my wife. 😉

I’m sorry if this sounds like a pity party; that’s not why I’m sharing. I’m just trying to be real with you.

Insofar as I know, I ain’t dyin’, but I feel–chronically–only about half alive. I guess what I’m saying is: I could use your prayers.

Thanks, and God bless!

How can I pray for you?

Grumpy McGrumperson

randomlychad  —  November 1, 2011 — 10 Comments

'The Grumpiest Cat Alive' photo (c) 2004, Jonathan Keelty - license:

Today, I woke after about six hours of sleep–sleep that, due to apnea, is not always refreshing.

Today, I woke up with a stiff neck, a headache, and a grumpy disposition. Owing to the fact that I didn’t sleep so well, I guess.

Continue Reading…

It’s annual tradition around these parts: my mom takes my oldest, J-Dog, out for lunch–and to buy him a costume.

Inevitably, dad “tries” it on. (All photographic evidence from prior years has been destroyed). What you are about to see is, I think, supposed to be a “Zorro” hat; however, on me, it looks decidedly Amish (though perhaps my beard looks more like the victim of one of those recent scissor attacks, than it does an epic Amish one).

Without further ado:

Your mission–should you choose to accept it–is to suitably caption that photo. (Try to keep it PG-13, ok?)

As with Matt “the Seeking Pastor” Cannon, you’ll have my thanks. And best/funniest caption wins a guest post here on RandomlyChad.

Go captioneers! What are you waiting for?

'Pacifier anyone?' photo (c) 2011, Philipp Antar - license:

After reading Ricky’s post–“One Paci to Rule Them All”–yesterday, I was reminded of my own children, and their interest (or lack thereof) in their own respective pacifiers.

Thus, I give you “Paci Throwdown:”

When my son was one, he threw his paci down
Mom, not being ready, retrieved it with a frown

She popped it back in, and to her chagrin,

Back it went, down on the ground,

For five full minutes this went on,

Out! It popped, back in it went,
Until mother and child, both were spent,

But mom would not relent,

And in the end, she won:
Forcing that paci back on our son

And to my chagrin, you see,
He kept it til he was three

Would that were the end of the story:
My daughter, nary a paci will she use,
When asked, she has refused,
A thumb sucker, in all her glory


You can catch Ricky on his blog, Ricky Anderson Dot Net, or follow him on Twitter @Arthur2Sheds (though I’m told he only has one shed)