My life has a history of starting things and never finishing/carrying them out. Whether that is a good or bad thing is yet to be determined. Maybe I start a lot of pointless things and realized they are pointless and let them die. Maybe I’m just lazy. We will see how far this blog lasts……..
While making this blog and titling it, “Cardinal” struck me as unusual. Its been my name for 22 years, but yet means so much. Or so little. Who knows. Take a look at this picture I found. It’s copyrighted, so I can’t bring it in here (Who does that?) You’ll understand when you see it…Crazy Bishop
Make sure you read the definition of a Cardinal. “Person who fulfills the functions of advising and voting for the pope” Shoot. That means by default, I have to advise the pope, and vote for him. This may make my pursuit of Christ quite interesting and complicated. Or not complicated at all since I do all the voting, I can make all the rules. Rules to live by…..
Check out this rendition of the previously mentioned picture
I believe that this is a little more like me. What do you think? Anyways…this is my first post, ever. I think I have done a pretty good job defining a Cardinal. So the next time someone asks me how to spell my last name, instead of saying “Just like the bird”, I’ll say, “Just like the blog”.
Ryan, I don’t have time to think of something pithy to say in response (usually takes about 2.5 hours for each pithy comment), so I’ll simply Welcome you to the blog world, Wish you happy blogging, and Warn you (3 W’s) to not mess with mommy cardinals (the bird) when their chicks are between the ages of newborn to 8 weeks, or cardinals (the religious guys) when they are dressed in their full regalia. What you don’t see in the original diagram is what is underneath his robe. And anyone wearing a skull cap is plain scary.
I’m looking to buy some time out of purgatory, how much do indulgences cost?
You know, maybe you should join the St. Louis Cardinals or the Arizona Cardinals. Then you could be like, “Hey, this is my team!” And everybody would be like, “Hey, it is!” And everyone would have a good laugh. And then you could take over and trade away all the star free agents and use the money to buy lots of Jelly Bellies.
At least, that’s my plan for when somebody names a pro sports team the “Nannerys.”