So here it is…
3 bedrooms + loft (office space), 2 1/2 bath.
1890 sq ft house on a 9,990 sq ft lot (1/4 acre)
Ceiling fans in master bedroom and family room
Upgraded kitchen countertops
Wood blind window coverings and tinting
Extra large patio cover
Huge backyard fully landscaped including a water fall, garden, jungle gym, and a fire pit
RV parking with dual gates
Large front yard fully landscaped including no maintenance synthetic grass
Air conditioned garage including a workbench and cabinets
Inquiries please email me at
andrew@harvestfoodslasvegas.com or call me.
Why: we are planning on moving to Prescott Arizona so that I can start building homes and spend much of my time with my family.
Can’t resist…….
Must post…….
Am I a Democrat, Republican or "Southern Republican"?
So, how do you tell the difference between Democrats,
Republicans and Southern Republicans?
The answer can
be found by posing the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife
and two small children. Suddenly, a dangerous looking
man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks
eyes with you, screams obscenities, raises the knife,
and charges.
You are carrying a "Glock 40", and you are an expert
shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and
your family. What do you do?
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Democrat Answer:
Well, that's not enough information to answer the
question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire
him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock
the knife out of his hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock have appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind
of message does this send to society and to my
children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?
Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be
content just to wound me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my
family get away while he was stabbing me?
Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and
make this a happier, healthier street that would
discourage such behavior.
This is all so confusing!
I need to debate this with some friends for a few days
and try to come to a consensus.
Republican Answer
BANG!
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Southern Republican Answer
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG!
click....(sounds of reloading).
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG!
Southern Republican
in her nicest drawl..
Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips??"
A little something about my treasures.
I have noticed a substantial difference between my daughter’s growing process and my boys. My boys are into lightsabers, swords, Harry Potter, and any costume that will over come evil wherever it may rear its ugly head. They are males in the purest since. Their natural desire is to be warriors, much like their father, who will stop at nothing to slay any dragon that comes anywhere near his girl (Tera). Granted those dragons are usually 1:1000 scale miniature dragons commonly known as bugs – but nonetheless just as potent as a real dragon. They mimic any and all “lethal” forms of martial arts that their imagination can fathom. Often times they utilize these moves on each other until the opponent taps out and tells mom. My sons are the greatest adventures and explorers. I watch them swing on invisible zip cords to the ground below. Their attention to every detail could put Jaque Crousto to shame.
As for my daughter: One glance at me and she can have anything she wants. She is a miniature Tera. She will at times attempt to wrestle her dad along with her brothers but mostly it is an excuse to just lean on me and try her best to give me a slobbering kiss. She longs to go beyond the baby gate to acquire her little toy pots and pans, just to bring them back and show everyone her treasures. When her little feelings get hurt, and they do – often, she will sit back and cry the girliest cry ever observed on the face of this planet. Squeezing her eyes, tilting her head back and crying a river, taking a breath and a glance (to make sure someone is watching) and cry some more. I await her growth fearing my unavoidable broken heart. The greatest thing is she thinks I can rope the moon and asks for no proof.
Still these memories will be engrained in my heart forever.
I find it outright amazing that so many people rely on the entertainment industry for their views on politics, religion, and the like. If you think about it, actors – for the most part, are not noted for their intellect. True, they can “act” superbly, but that is memorizing some lines and utilizing their imagination to portray the part. Folks – that ain’t brain surgery. The same goes for musicians as well. These are all people who use imagination and artistic qualities, of which are greater than most, to express themselves in a way that is very beautiful. However, that should be as far as it goes.
Let’s take economics for example: If you want to learn about economics, the most reasonable thing to do is to ask one who is an economist. Why do we listen to an actor that makes 10 million a year and who has never had a budget much less has never studied the laws of economics? It is sick thinking.
How can anybody have an opinion on Iraq and its people if one has never lived there or took the time to speak to its people? I hear so many people that are passionate about such topics but are not educated themselves enough to form an honest opinion. No, they rely on what they have heard. An over stimulated opinion of actors and “news”. What about the freedom that so many Iraqis are experiencing? What abut the schools, facilities and other buildings that are being built because of Americans? No they insist on listening to the news never once talking to a serviceman who has been there.
Yup, it is a rant that is inside my head. Go figure.
Blogfessions of a dangerous mind:
After much thought, I’m going to remove my comment section. If you have something to say that is that enlightening, email me. Mostly I’m taking it off because the whole blog thing is keeping me from true community. The pseudo community that is present now via blogs is a good start, but I desire much more than to be just a click away. I think I’m finding myself sloping more towards laziness.
I also tend to be misread often and if you are concerned, again email me. Be it a phone conversation or over lunch/dinner, I enjoy conversing about my Father or anything else for that matter.
Of one thing I am sure of: I am deeply honored that you would consider my thoughts and read them.
Today is a day of sorrow for my people.
The horror of hatred has shown itself on our shores.
Lives lost in fall, bodies buried in the dust.
Shock filled our streets, dancing was seen overseas.
Families ripped apart while children sought their fathers.
Mothers no longer held their children.
Marriages shattered by death.
3,000 of my people were killed on that day.
Not Jews, Europeans, Asians and African Americans.
No these were MY people.
My people died for religious hate.
My people are no longer the same.
I will never forget my people.
Galatians Chapter 4:17
"Those heretical teachers go to great lengths to flatter you, but their motives are rotten. They want to shut you out of the free world of God's grace so that you will always depend on them for approval and direction, making them feel important.
Chapter 5:1-6
Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.
I am emphatic about this. The moment any one of you submits to circumcision or
any other rule-keeping system, at that same moment Christ's hard-won gift of freedom is squandered. I repeat my warning: The person who accepts the ways of circumcision trades all the advantages of the free life in Christ for the obligations of the slave life of the law.
I suspect you would never intend this, but this is what happens. When you attempt to live by your own religious plans and projects, you are cut off from Christ, you fall out of grace. Meanwhile we expectantly wait for a satisfying relationship with the Spirit.
For in Christ, neither our most conscientious religion nor disregard of religion amounts to anything. What matters is something far more interior: faith expressed in love."
I’m not sure if I can make my point any clearer than this. Think about it. What is your first inclination when confronted by a person that wants to know about what you believe? Mine was to invite them to my church service. How odd. I’m not comfortable enough to express the love, the freedom and the passion that Jesus clearly showed to me to another person. Instead, I’ll invite him/her to an organized religion that possibly can put on an exciting show and have the pastor say the right, emotional moving, words that will get them to walk down the aisle to the song “Just as I am”, sobbing at the arousing drama being played on the stage. Yup!! That’s the Jesus I know. Thanks, but I’d rather stick with the “faith expressed in love” than go with anything else.
I attended a Catholic Wedding Mass this weekend. I was filled with rage. The kind that made me want to flip over the tables and beat the shit out of those that took my Father’s Love and made it into a pathetic spectacle. The whole building was full of spiritual slaves whose main focus was to pay attention to what ever the man wearing a white costume would say (he had a chair that was remarkably similar to a throne) and repeat a stupid line that made no sense whatsoever. There was no rejoicing, excitement, wonder or anything else that one might experience when knowing my Father. There were a lot of frowns. Most of those that attended were looking as if they lost their puppy that their mom got them for Christmas. Just because its tradition means that they have missed the light for centuries.
I’ve got something on my mind that I can’t shake… no matter how I put it. I don’t mean to be redundant in my journaling, I just can’t stop thinking about how real Jesus has become to me and my closest friends since I left organized religion.
I have been reading
Wayne’s blog a lot. I think he is getting a similar reaction as I have – defiantly more so. I will state this again: The current massive organized church system is hindering believers more than helping them. I do believe that the organized churches are doing some good; however, it is the inability of the members to struggle with their own faith and seek Jesus alone is what concerns me. They have become lazy. Again, they are not seeking this on their own but relying on the experiences of the pastor to see a blurred vision of Jesus. If I went to a beautiful tropical island and took pictures and told stories, how could you possible see what I saw? True, the pictures might help, but the whole experience, using all of your senses, is what’s missing. I call that blurry.
I think Wayne put it perfectly: “… people can assemble in the same geographical setting without assembling in their hearts and live in the reality of Christ’s church in the world. Thus they sit in a meeting but do not openly give their hearts to others. In that case the meeting is a substitute for them, not an expression of the church. If they go home to chase pornography on the Internet or berate their spouse in anger, what good has it done for them to attend a meeting? They are no more a part of the church’s life for having done it.”
I am not advocating that one never attend a large church. Not at all, I am saying that you need to seek the Father first and tell others of His love. You won’t be able to stay away from those that know Him.
