"Itself remaineth alone. But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world, keepeth it unto life eternal"
John 12:25
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The Car Show
O.K. so I'm going to try this again . . .
Janie, Madeline, and I went to London this weekend to visit with her family there. While I was there I decided to take in the car show. Some of Janie's relatives were entering their cars in the show, and they convinced me I should put mine in too. I will say that while Phaedrus is a cool car, there's nothing special about it (it's just factory stock) so I wasn't sure it really belonged in a car show. But after a little waffling, I decided to do it and off we went.
When we got there, it was really cool. The people that put on the show were really nice and Janie's uncles had gotten there early and secured us a spot near a shade tree. We had all of our cars parked together.
That's Gerald's Pontiac alongside Jay's beautiful Mustang and Darrell's Camaro. Visitors to the Hive may recognize the Camaro as the Great Red Shark.
Here's a shot of Phaedrus parked alongside Wes's slick black Pontiac:
We stayed for several hours and had a good time until the sun beat us down. I was pleasantly surprised how much interest my car drew in consideration of all the cool cars that were there. In the end, I was really glad I decided to put my car in.
Today I'm off to the glass shop to get a new windshield for Phaedrus (yeh, it's busted). Looks like my luck with cars hasn't changed.
That's all for now. Adios!
Janie, Madeline, and I went to London this weekend to visit with her family there. While I was there I decided to take in the car show. Some of Janie's relatives were entering their cars in the show, and they convinced me I should put mine in too. I will say that while Phaedrus is a cool car, there's nothing special about it (it's just factory stock) so I wasn't sure it really belonged in a car show. But after a little waffling, I decided to do it and off we went.
When we got there, it was really cool. The people that put on the show were really nice and Janie's uncles had gotten there early and secured us a spot near a shade tree. We had all of our cars parked together.
That's Gerald's Pontiac alongside Jay's beautiful Mustang and Darrell's Camaro. Visitors to the Hive may recognize the Camaro as the Great Red Shark.
Here's a shot of Phaedrus parked alongside Wes's slick black Pontiac:
We stayed for several hours and had a good time until the sun beat us down. I was pleasantly surprised how much interest my car drew in consideration of all the cool cars that were there. In the end, I was really glad I decided to put my car in.
Today I'm off to the glass shop to get a new windshield for Phaedrus (yeh, it's busted). Looks like my luck with cars hasn't changed.
That's all for now. Adios!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Car Show
Well I just typed in this big post about the car show this weekend and lost the whole stupid thing so now I'm mad. I'll re-post later.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Greetings From the Hive
"And it came to pass, that when Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost"
-Luke, 1:41
Been real busy lately (who hasn't been?) so as usual The Hive has suffered. Just wanted to let everyone know we're still here and still kicking!
Peace from The Hive. . .
-Luke, 1:41
Been real busy lately (who hasn't been?) so as usual The Hive has suffered. Just wanted to let everyone know we're still here and still kicking!
Peace from The Hive. . .
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Father's Day
'Cursed be he that honoureth not his father and mother: and all the people shall say: Amen.'
Deuteronomy 27:16
Happy Father's Day from the Hive. I've had a great day, thanks to the special attention from my daughter and my wife, who worked very hard to make this a nice day for me. Lot's of good food, some great gifts, and a nice relaxing day rounded out my Father's day.
But I would be remiss if I didn't take a little time to recognize some special Fathers in my life.
My Dad: It becomes increasingly apparant to me how lucky I am that my parents never killed me :-). Truth be told, Dad worked many long hours and made many personal sacrifices to make sure that I had tghe tools I needed to make a good life for me and my family. Dad put me up (and put up with me) all through school until it was time to leave the nest. Through my education and upbringing, my parents empowered me to reach a higher level. There is no question I would not be where I am without the support of my Mom and Dad, and without my Dad's tireless efforts to help me achieve what I really could be. So thanks, Dad. Monetarily, I really can't ever pay you back for what you have given to me, but I hope that you recognize the undying gratitude that I have for the sacrifices that you and Mom made in order for me to get to where I am.
Mr. Dave: I met Janie's Dad it's been about 15 years ago and of course at the time I was just a nervous young punk and very intimidated by the father of my future wife. But over these years I've come to know and respect this man in a way I never thought I would. Mr. Dave is a self-made man, coming from rural Kentucky to become a successful businessman who has done his family well. He has served our Country in uniform, and served his family as well. We share many common values, including the belief in the value of hard work, and we both love our Moms, wives, and daughters. Mr. Dave has been a real inspiration to me over these years and it has been my pleasure to know you.
Since I'm on a role tonight, I'd also like to reach back a generation and recognize my Grandads, because they meant so much with respect all the positive attributes that I might possess:
Grandpa Hite: If you never met my Grandpa Hite, then I do not have sufficient time or space here to describe him to you. The bottom line is that Grandpa "Big R" Hite taught me in no uncertain terms the true value of hard work. You talk about lousy jobs, he could come up with them, but Grandpa always rewarded us when we worked hard. It was a hard lesson to learn, but by the time I was in college, I was starting to realize what he was trying to teach us. When I went out into the workforce, I took the value of hard work that my Grandpa taught me and it has in no small measure lead me to the success I enjoy today. Because of my Grandpa, I'm proud to be Hite and I'm proud to bring that legendary Hite work ethic into the workforce. Unfortunately, Grandpa left us before I really had a chance to show him that I could do it, but I think I would've done him proud.
Grandaddy Greenwell: My Grandad was truly a great man. He was a gentle giant of a man, and I always imagined that Abraham Lincoln must've been something like my Grandaddy Greenwell. He was a self made man, a tireless worker and a master craftsmen. And he was the kindest and gentlest person that you would ever meet. Grandaddy raised his big family (to include my Mom) and still found time along the way to become one of the finest rythm guitarists in the business. He was a self taught former Marine who took pride in his work and always found time for his family and the church. My Grandad passed away just a short time before my mom, and I sure miss them both, but they have given so much to me I only regret I didn't have the opportunity to make them proud.
So there's the synopsis of the Dad's in my life. Hope that the visitors to the Hive have had such a rewarding experience as I have. Take care and see you later.
Deuteronomy 27:16
Happy Father's Day from the Hive. I've had a great day, thanks to the special attention from my daughter and my wife, who worked very hard to make this a nice day for me. Lot's of good food, some great gifts, and a nice relaxing day rounded out my Father's day.
But I would be remiss if I didn't take a little time to recognize some special Fathers in my life.
My Dad: It becomes increasingly apparant to me how lucky I am that my parents never killed me :-). Truth be told, Dad worked many long hours and made many personal sacrifices to make sure that I had tghe tools I needed to make a good life for me and my family. Dad put me up (and put up with me) all through school until it was time to leave the nest. Through my education and upbringing, my parents empowered me to reach a higher level. There is no question I would not be where I am without the support of my Mom and Dad, and without my Dad's tireless efforts to help me achieve what I really could be. So thanks, Dad. Monetarily, I really can't ever pay you back for what you have given to me, but I hope that you recognize the undying gratitude that I have for the sacrifices that you and Mom made in order for me to get to where I am.
Mr. Dave: I met Janie's Dad it's been about 15 years ago and of course at the time I was just a nervous young punk and very intimidated by the father of my future wife. But over these years I've come to know and respect this man in a way I never thought I would. Mr. Dave is a self-made man, coming from rural Kentucky to become a successful businessman who has done his family well. He has served our Country in uniform, and served his family as well. We share many common values, including the belief in the value of hard work, and we both love our Moms, wives, and daughters. Mr. Dave has been a real inspiration to me over these years and it has been my pleasure to know you.
Since I'm on a role tonight, I'd also like to reach back a generation and recognize my Grandads, because they meant so much with respect all the positive attributes that I might possess:
Grandpa Hite: If you never met my Grandpa Hite, then I do not have sufficient time or space here to describe him to you. The bottom line is that Grandpa "Big R" Hite taught me in no uncertain terms the true value of hard work. You talk about lousy jobs, he could come up with them, but Grandpa always rewarded us when we worked hard. It was a hard lesson to learn, but by the time I was in college, I was starting to realize what he was trying to teach us. When I went out into the workforce, I took the value of hard work that my Grandpa taught me and it has in no small measure lead me to the success I enjoy today. Because of my Grandpa, I'm proud to be Hite and I'm proud to bring that legendary Hite work ethic into the workforce. Unfortunately, Grandpa left us before I really had a chance to show him that I could do it, but I think I would've done him proud.
Grandaddy Greenwell: My Grandad was truly a great man. He was a gentle giant of a man, and I always imagined that Abraham Lincoln must've been something like my Grandaddy Greenwell. He was a self made man, a tireless worker and a master craftsmen. And he was the kindest and gentlest person that you would ever meet. Grandaddy raised his big family (to include my Mom) and still found time along the way to become one of the finest rythm guitarists in the business. He was a self taught former Marine who took pride in his work and always found time for his family and the church. My Grandad passed away just a short time before my mom, and I sure miss them both, but they have given so much to me I only regret I didn't have the opportunity to make them proud.
So there's the synopsis of the Dad's in my life. Hope that the visitors to the Hive have had such a rewarding experience as I have. Take care and see you later.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Requiem for the Heavyweight
It's funny how quickly things come to pass.
Visitors to The Hive have seen my many posts on The Great Red Shark, my prized 2002 Z28 Camaro.
This is a great car that's always been an attention-getter and has always been a joy to drive. But lately, I was finding myself with less and less time to enjoy The Shark, and after long days at work and many hours in the driver seat commuting back and forth thereto, the notion of going on a "pleasure drive" in my "toy" car became less and less feasible.
Then it happened.
Ironically, we were out window shopping for a new car for Janie when I saw it. Janie is due for a new vehicle, and we have been planning to get one for quite some time, so we were out looking at what was available. I also knew it wouldn't be long before I would be looking for something for myself, so I had that thought in the back of my mind. That's when I spotted it, at the local dealership, sitting quietly by itself under the overhang.
Things happened quickly, and the next thing I know, I'm in posession of the future of our fleet. So meet the new sheriff in town, and his name, is Phaedrus.
A couple of things had to happen for this to take place. I traded my truck on the new car, so it's the first time in about 10 years I haven't had a truck in the fleet. Secondly, and most significantly, I've had to let The Great Red Shark go. Fortunately, I know it is going to a good home. You see, as it works out, Janie's uncle, who sold me the car originally, is going to buy it back. We plan to deliver it this weekend.
But before we sent The Shark back home, we got a shot of the past and future together. I thought it was pretty cool so I thought I would share it here . . .
All things come to pass.
Visitors to The Hive have seen my many posts on The Great Red Shark, my prized 2002 Z28 Camaro.
This is a great car that's always been an attention-getter and has always been a joy to drive. But lately, I was finding myself with less and less time to enjoy The Shark, and after long days at work and many hours in the driver seat commuting back and forth thereto, the notion of going on a "pleasure drive" in my "toy" car became less and less feasible.
Then it happened.
Ironically, we were out window shopping for a new car for Janie when I saw it. Janie is due for a new vehicle, and we have been planning to get one for quite some time, so we were out looking at what was available. I also knew it wouldn't be long before I would be looking for something for myself, so I had that thought in the back of my mind. That's when I spotted it, at the local dealership, sitting quietly by itself under the overhang.
Things happened quickly, and the next thing I know, I'm in posession of the future of our fleet. So meet the new sheriff in town, and his name, is Phaedrus.
A couple of things had to happen for this to take place. I traded my truck on the new car, so it's the first time in about 10 years I haven't had a truck in the fleet. Secondly, and most significantly, I've had to let The Great Red Shark go. Fortunately, I know it is going to a good home. You see, as it works out, Janie's uncle, who sold me the car originally, is going to buy it back. We plan to deliver it this weekend.
But before we sent The Shark back home, we got a shot of the past and future together. I thought it was pretty cool so I thought I would share it here . . .
All things come to pass.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Hive Reborn
"Because he hath appointed a day wherein he will judge the world in equity, by the man whom he hath appointed; giving faith to all, by raising him up from the dead. And when they had heard of the ressurrection of the dead, some indeed mocked, but others said: We will hear thee again concerning this matter."
- The Acts 17:31-32
And so it is written so shall it be. After a nearly year-long hiatus from the Hive I am back, like Phoenix from the fire, to reflect on my daily musings to the 2 or 3 people who ever bothered to visit this site to begin with.
What has been going on? Well, in short, lots of work. LOTS of work. Long days, short weekends, and months ticking by like marker posts on the dragstrip in Tony Schumacher's Top Fuel Dragster. I'm not complaining, I'm not making excuses, just stating facts. Besides, it's better to be busy than stand around wondering where the next paycheck is coming from. Outside of work, not much earth-shattering has gone on. Still trying to play the guitar, still having fun, still getting fat.
Well, I was just summoned by Madeline to return the computer for a game of Zoo Tycoon. What can I say? All I can say is look for a future posting on the hive and until then take care . . .
- The Acts 17:31-32
And so it is written so shall it be. After a nearly year-long hiatus from the Hive I am back, like Phoenix from the fire, to reflect on my daily musings to the 2 or 3 people who ever bothered to visit this site to begin with.
What has been going on? Well, in short, lots of work. LOTS of work. Long days, short weekends, and months ticking by like marker posts on the dragstrip in Tony Schumacher's Top Fuel Dragster. I'm not complaining, I'm not making excuses, just stating facts. Besides, it's better to be busy than stand around wondering where the next paycheck is coming from. Outside of work, not much earth-shattering has gone on. Still trying to play the guitar, still having fun, still getting fat.
Well, I was just summoned by Madeline to return the computer for a game of Zoo Tycoon. What can I say? All I can say is look for a future posting on the hive and until then take care . . .
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