This Scripture is today’s Encouraging Word from K-Love… because it moved my heart so much, I am sharing with you – my special friends…

This is real love – not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.

1 John 4:10

How can we ever say “Thank You” enough?

How can we ever fully grasp this concept?

How can we ever return this love?

We can’t.  We simply can’t.

We can just “Do” – for that is all He expects from us…

Love One Another

I love you…

“Qu’ils mangent de la brioche”

I have the great honor of baking the CAKE for The Captain’s Speech blog party to be held at precisely the stroke of midnight, June 23rd… FUN!!!

Amazing_Huge_CakeEveryone within reading distance of the invitation is invited to join the fun, frivolity and festivities!!!

Here are some ideas I have found for the cake I am to bake…  AND (I had to insert an “AND”, Paul… in your honor!) am leaning toward the lopsided cakes.  Get it?  LEANING TOWARD!!!  hahahaha…

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I am ESPECIALLY fond of this last one as it is my most FAVOURITE (I purposely spelled favorite this way since The Captain is Canadian and we Yanks know how they like to add those “u” letters to EVERYTHING!!) colour.  Periwinkle!  Yes!  There is such a color as periwinkle 🙂

keep calm and eat cakeNow, I need to put some great thought into this most honourable of responsibilities.  I am in a full fledged kerfluffle over this …. some word.  Opportunity!

let themJust for fun… I am adding this most disgusting of cakes.  Looking at this photo makes me want to throw up!

20110814-1056357-2Let me know your opinions and I shall get busy on this baking post haste!!!

What a party this shall be!!!

Two Year Blogiversary Invitation

Join the party, friends!!! Let’s CELEBRATE our dear Captain… a.k.a. Paul 😉

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You are all cordially invited to the two year blogiversary of The Captain’s Speech.

Who: You
What: Two Year Blogiversary
Where: The Captain’s Speech
When: Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Why: It’s basically a holiday
What to bring: FOOD and a piñata 
Are gifts necessary?: What kind of party would this be without gifts?
Attire: Formal, so basically whatever you wear at home


Please Note:
Feel free to bring guests.
The party will start at midnight.
Don’t arrive early, but don’t be late, either.

I’ll be ordering the pizza. If everyone else can bring one food item, that would be great.

Please comment below what you’re bringing so people don’t bring the same thing twice.

If someone wants to get a cake, I’ll love you forever.

Thanks, friends!

P.S. No one is allowed to miss this. Book off work if you have to.


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This is soooo funny!  Marty St Louis played for the Tampa Bay Lightning since forever but now he plays for the newyawkrangers… soooo tonight he must’ve become confused because he scored a goal FOR the Lightning!!!  And it counted.  HAHAHAHA!!!

200px-Tampa_Bay_Lightning_Logo_2011.svgScore right now with 8 minutes (more or less) to go in the first period… TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING 2   newyawkrangers 1


HAT TRICK!!!  Tampa Bay Lightning 3  and that other team…1

11:43 left in the 2nd period.  WHOOOOHOOOOO!!!!

UPDATE:  end of 2nd period…. TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING 3   newyawkrangers 2

ruh roh… and if these commentators could be ANY more biased for the new yawk team… good grief!!!  Let’s play FAIR guys or we’ll replace you with women!!!

Well… I might be eating some words here.  I thought these announcers sounded familiar!  Philadelphia Flyers announcers!!!  I grew up listening to them… now wait.  Let me reword that… I got OLDER listening to them! haha

Less than 2 minutes to go and it is now Lightning 6 and the other team from newyawk 2

Think it is safe to go to bed now?

Happy Victoria Day to all of my Canadian friends!!!  G’nite one & all 🙂

The Second Time Around

I still love the words Gil asked after he proposed to me… “Can we have a marriage & not a wedding?” And that, my friends, is what we had that beautiful first day of May in 2012…

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
May 18, 1998

I lay in my hospital bed, eyes filled with tears as I stared longingly at the crisp October sky. This was my long-awaited wedding day. But I wouldn’t be strolling down the aisle in my white satin gown as planned.

I dated Yates for six years, during high school and part of college. We were the proverbial high-school sweethearts. He was my first love and I his. Young and naive, we discovered we each had dreams that required pursuits down different paths. So, we choose to part ways.

For a decade, Yates and I lived separate lives, with different geographies and different experiences. Several failed relationships and many mistakes later, we each discovered an unexplainable void within our lives and within ourselves.

After almost ten years of no contact, Yates reached me through my mother. We reunited and immediately realized what we had been missing…

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A Pastor’s Apology To The Single Community

This needs to be printed in every single church bulletin and newsletter and reprinted over & over again until the message is received.

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This is a message to all those who are single or who have spent any years in the Church as a single person.

As a pastor who has served in local church ministry for the past 17 years, I wanted to apologize to you on behalf of so many of us who minister and who too often have failed you.

I am deeply sorry.

I’m sorry for the ways we unintentionally distanced you from community; the times that we overlooked your deep needs and your unique challenges as we planned and prepared.

I’m sorry for the times we relegated you to the segregated ghettos of Singles Ministry, making you feel that was enough to hold you over until you eventually graduated from your relational purgatory.

I’m sorry for the times you felt like an afterthought in our worship services. 

I’m sorry for the times you felt unwelcome or extraneous in our small groups.

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Casey Anthony – REALLY? WHO CARES?

BIG NEWS… Casey Anthony has been spotted in Florida.  I’m serious.  They just did a news spot on the local NBC station about this NEWS.  They interviewed some lady with a VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY northern (as in New Yawk or Bahhhstun) accent… the reporter asked if she had seen Casey Anthony in her neighborhood and the lady being interviewed went on and on in saying how wonderful her neighborhood is and how everybody keeps their properties clean.  Soooo I guess she was insinuating that Casey Anthony hadn’t been there?  WHATEVER!!!

A Crash Course Lesson on Canadian Culture, Eh

My new favorite blogger…

The Captain's Speech

Canada FlagAlright kids, put on your snowsuits, wrap a scarf around your neck six times, wear three pairs of socks, thick boots, and the warmest toque in your closet because you are about to embark on a crash course lesson on Canadian culture.

Quickly, divide yourselves into teams of four; this will come in handy when we go bobsledding later.

I’ll start off by saying that I am a proud Canadian. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

Alright, enough small talk. Let’s get into it.

I know how people view Canadians. Let me quickly sum it up.

Oh, they’re just a bunch of lumberjacks up there, eh. Sipping on their Tim Hortons and being polite to everyone even if their house is on fire, eh. No worries, eh. Just slurping maple syrup like it’s oxygen, eh. Playing hockey on a frozen lake in the winter with their red faces and stuffy noses…

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The LIGHTNING have struck – Yeah!!!

So this technically isn’t a genuine blog entry but I’m tired and I made a promise to y’all and I am so happy that my Lightning won tonight… they advance to the Eastern Conference Final in the Stanley Cup Playoffs!!!

Tampa Bay Lightning – 4

Montreal Canadians – 1

Sorry to all of my Canadian friends… SSSSSS… but WE WON!!!200px-Tampa_Bay_Lightning_Logo_2011.svg

The Scar

Wow… if you can read this without tears…

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
May 13, 1993

His thumb softly rubbed the twisted flesh on my cheek. The plastic surgeon, a good fifteen years my senior, was a very attractive man. His masculinity and the intensity of his gaze seemed almost overpowering.

“Hmmm,” he said quietly. “Are you a model?”

Is this a joke? Is he kidding? I asked myself and I searched his handsome face for signs of mockery. No way would anyone ever confuse me with a fashion model. I was ugly. My mother casually referred to my sister as her pretty child. Anyone could see I was homely. After all, I had the scar to prove it.

The accident happened in fourth grade, when a neighbor boy picked up a hunk of concrete and heaved the mass through the side of my face. An emergency room doctor stitched together the shreds of skin, pulling cat-gut through the tattered outside…

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