Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Snarf snarf...

Is it already Wednesday?

Funny...I've added more things to my plate lately, and I'm having a better time because of it. Weird.

Monday night, we headed over to Jeremy and Allison's for some Prevatt-o-Burgers...Mark/Kris, Lara, Eli, and an assortment of young-uns were all there. Good food, some nostalgic moments listening to late 90s Christian music, and an 'incident' involving a 4-year-old girl kissing a 4-year-old boy back in one of the bedrooms. Hmmm... All the ingredients for chaos were there (loud noise, kids running everywhere, even a 'vomitous' moment)...but it was still a lot of fun.

Last night, we joined Dave's small group at Kyoto. Eli graciously watched Zachary for us, so we could eat in relative peace. Good food, though my wallet takes a hit everytime we go there... On a randomly related note, we saw Kyle pulling into Logan's when we left. Funny how bad his (and J-mo's) dining experience was less 'pleasant' than ours was. Heh.

Random questions:

1. Do the people at Kyoto have it out for the E? His experiences there are consistently worse than ours. "No soup for you!"

2. Why does Jeremy's sidewalk not come all the way to the road? Can someone tell me this? Would it have killed the original builders to have extended it the remaining 4 feet? My shoes got all wet...

3. Why do people get sore throats in the summertime? E had one... I woke up with one this morning. Nothing like hot, humid weather and a sore throat to make it even more fun.

Wooooooo...

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Testosterone Injection

Sunday, 11 p.m., and I'm sitting here in disbelief that this weekend is already over. In spite of the dull start, things kicked into high gear Saturday evening with an impromptu band practice at the church with Jack, Eric, Jeremy, and myself. Was pretty fun, actually... I think the extra rehearsal paid off, because things went well this morning at church musically. At least, once some technical hurdles were overcome, that is.

After the Saturday evening practice, Jack and J-mo came over and we grilled some steaks on the grill and watched Dave Matthews on DVD. Then Jack helped me get my old Mustang started for the first time in over a year. Much to our surprise, it cranked right up once we got the new battery installed. Unfortunately, the car left a strong stench of gasoline in my garage (and house). Therefore, I took the car up to his house today where we spent a few hours replacing a section of fuel line where we discovered a leak. Besides, working on a car helped us avoid the estrogen-fest of a baby shower that our spouses went to.

After about 10 minutes of working with Jack, I had to admit: I'm car-stupid. I'm willing to learn and do what needs to be done, but without someone like Jack helping me, I wouldn't know where to begin. Though over the years I've been able to diagnose and repair some electrical problems on the vehicle and a few other things, doing a more labor-intensive task like replacing a fuel line is way over my head. But he had the know-how and the equipment, and we got it done (and changed the oil while we were at it). So, Jack has a lot of my sincere thanks for helping me.

When driving home, it was nice to NOT smell like the inside of a gas can for the first time since I've owned that car. Guess the leak in the line was always there, but just got worse over the past few years.

Overall, the experience was a great MANLY way to wrap up the weekend...one filled with rockin' music and automotive bliss. Oil and grease under your fingernails... Electric guitars/distortion cranked through a 120Watt cab... Nice male-oriented activities that paint a sharp contrast to the weeklong 'motherhood' experience that is my life staying home with an infant and an 'almost' 3-year-old. Woooo....

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FYI.

Why do I have a 1968 Mustang with ridiculously oversized tires in my garage? I've wanted one since I was 17. I grew up around car guys. I had a friend with a beautifully restored 1965 Mustang Coupe. I had another friend who was restoring a 1970 Chevelle SS454 with his dad (from the frame up). My neighbors had 2 Mustangs that they kept in vintage condition. It was only natural that I'd develop a taste for old, classic cars.

So, the Mustang in my garage was not an impulse purchase. I bought it about 5 years ago with the intention of taking as many years as were needed to bring it back to life. I've always loved Mustangs, and thought it would be a nice 'hobby' to devote extra time to. However, when our situations (financial and residency) changed, the car became a rather large paperweight that we've lugged around with us over the course of 2 moves, but have hung on to in spite of the prodding of friends to sell the 'beast.'

Finally, though, it seems I might be getting over the big 'mechanical' and financial hurdle that's kept the car from being anything but a big metal hulk just taking up space in my garage. Over the next year or so, I hope to get the vehicle at least to the point that it can function as a viable alternative vehicle should we hope to drive it around. It needs a lot of work - everything from engine work to body work to paint. But I can't wait for the day where I can look at the finished product and say that I was (partly) responsible for its 'rebirth.'

Believe me - getting rid of those stupidly large rear tires is high on my list of things to do quickly.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Doesn't feel like a Saturday yet

Stacey got up this morning to go work at Walgreen's at 7:00 a.m., so today feels just like any other workday. Of course, I forgot to get my guitar out of the trunk of the car last night, so I had to make a short trek up there (with the kid entourage in tow) to remove my guitar from the trunk so I don't have "Fender Flambe" by the end of the day.

I really liked E's bass naming system (naming bass guitars he's owned or wants to own after past girlfriends/flings). Having already named the Univox "Jennifer" after the last girl...um, nightmare...I dated before I met Stacey, I've been pondering other possibilities:

- Allison M. - the Epiphone Les Paul - killer looks, a little shallow, though.
- Cindy M. - the Guild D4 - beautiful and great while it lasted (my guild is now in pieces).
- Joelle - the Seagull 12 strung - beautiful sounding guitar, but very difficult to keep in tune. Very exhausting to play. Demands too much energy :-).
- Elizabeth P. - Fender HSS Stratocaster - looks good, sounds good. I should've gotten the blonde color...heh...and this would be a good match.
- Stacey - I'd have to name the Taylor after Stacey, simply because it sounds good, looks good...and I still play it...heh.

Oh, well. Not as creative as E's list, but it's been fun to think about. Now I just wonder what Kyle would name his guitars. Hmm...Maybe he could name his Jem "Inflatable Suzy"...or something...LOL. Okay, I admit, that was a tasteless poke at him. I am SO kidding.

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I didn't realize how messed up the track tags are for all my .mp3s until I imported them into my Nomad. Now, instead of song titles, I get lots of songs called, "Track 01," "Track 02," etc. Looks like I'll be a bit busy fixing that in the short-term. Other than that, I'm pretty pleased with the device. The audio quality is amazing, and I still think it was a steal to get a 30GB player for the price I paid.

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It's pretty hot outside, but there seems to be much yard/outdoor work in my future, too. Our cars are filthy, and need to be washed. The back patio is a red-clay covered mess that needs to be pressure washed. Woohoo! Still, if I can get out there and do it, the time is actually pretty enjoyable because it's productive and doing tasks like that gives me time to think/reflect, etc.

Also have to meet up with Jack S. today to go over the songs, so that should be cool.

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We found some great news about Stacey's hospital bill for the labor/delivery of Zachary. Because of her lousy insurance, they were only going to cover 70% of our bill. The hospital pledged from day one that they usually write off a good portion of what insurance doesn't cover, because Parkway is seriously trying to promote that Pavilion women's center. Whatever the case, we got a bill this week for over $4000. I about passed out. Even if they did write off 'most' of it, I still expected to pay a thousand or more dollars. Fortunately, I was wrong, and they wrote off every penny except $127, which we will have to pay. But I will NOT complain. I'm just very impressed that the hospital did what they said they were going to do.

With some of the extra money we saved up, I can pay off more debt and - maybe - start that Mustang engine rebuild I've been hoping to do. Jack S. has offered to help, and if that's the case, I can actually get some work done on the car and keep the bill to a minumum. That way, I can either drive it or, one day, sell it for a profit (only possible if you do the work on the car yourself).

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Little life sucker

What were we thinking? "Hey, let's have another kid. You know, I miss waking up to the sounds of a screaming baby."

Normally - and I know we're spoiled by this - Zachary sleeps to around 8 or 8:30. Not today. He's just been screaming away for the past 30 minutes. Yes, I know...bad parent that I am...most of you are probably asking, "You've let that kid scream for 30 minutes?" Way I see it, if he's screaming, he's alive and healthy. Heh. 'Nurturing' is not really an adjective that describes me, so I can sit here, listen to my baby cry and write it off as, "He'll be fine."

Not that we don't care. We've just come to a point that we know most of the time he's healthy, fed, burped, clean, dry, you name it...and he'll still scream and cry. 6-week-old babies will do that. Stacey read somewhere that baby's crying peaks at 6 weeks. Oh joy.

But we're trying to keep him on a schedule, which will - supposedly - make this whole crying thing get better and better. So I have to cringe when he cries and make myself not rush into the room to alleviate his 'impatience' for breakfast.

Cruel, you say? It worked with Kailyn... She's well-rounded, healthy, and harbors no apparent resentment. Though she occasionally falls on the floor trembling as her head spins around... Heh. J/k.

We've read how too often parents just can't tolerate a crying baby, and rushing into a baby's room to stop the crying generally has more to do with alleviating OUR discomfort instead of the child's.

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Sometimes, this whole parenthood thing does get to me. I know I'm not alone in this, as a good portion of my friends have kids, so I'm sure they can relate. I (we) love our kids, for sure, and I wouldn't want it any other way. But certain situations just suck the life out of you. Even now, Kailyn just added to my 'pain' by rushing into the room crying and screaming herself, "Thunder!" No, no, no...that noise is just the garbage truck outside. Good-freakin'-grief. It's the screaming 6-week-old PLUS the now-crying almost 3-year-old that makes me want to play with unsafe electric power tools in the bathtub. Zzzzzock...

Seriously, I never planned on being a stay-at-home dad. I never wanted that. I've known a few stay-at-home dads over the years, and was impressed that they weren't 'girly men' by any means. Most, like me, actually had home-offices (or some situation where they could maintain some income AND not have to leave the house). But I do miss 40-hour work weeks. Crazy that I miss that, I guess, but I do. Leave it to me, though, to marry a woman who will ALWAYS make more than I do because of a healthy career choice.

Whine, whine, whine... I'm thankful for my kids. I'm thankful for the fact that I have a job that lets me stay home to accomplish it.

Ahhh...the crying finally stopped...

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Anecdotes...

Was over at Dave's last night. Ate burgers and went swimming. Jeremy and Allison were there, too. Good food. Good times. Nothing like watching 2 year olds run around making noise for the sake of making noise (Caden and Kailyn, that is).

However, I did get lost trying to follow all the various DBC anecdotes Dave and Jeremy were sharing after dinner. While most of them were funny, I guess I couldn't relate to many of them because I didn't know the people in the stories. So - trying to not feel left out - I'd occasionally insert a story of my own from MCC. At that point Jeremy and Dave would look at me with a dumbfounded look that said, "That's just great, Kev..." and I would sheepishly mutter something like, "Tell me that story about the baptism near-drowning again..." as I tried to get the attention back off of me and my uninteresting anecdote from days gone by. I guess they had to know the people in my stories, too. Or maybe I just suck at storytelling. Heh.

Really, it's too bad that my friends up here can't relate to the countless MCC stories that used to get us laughing. There were some good times and funny moments back then.

How this kid Spencer couldn't walk across a room without falling...and would laugh like Barney Rubble every time he fell down.

Or how one of our worship leaders fell asleep while driving with his girlfriend (also asleep), and they spun off the road. Having survived the incident accident-free, his startled girlfriend asked what happened. He lied and said, "Um...there was a deer...I swerved to miss it." After they broke up a while later, they both found themselves working on staff at MCC a few years after that. Mark, the worship leader, shared the story about lying to a room full of teenagers, only to learn - at that moment - he'd never told the truth to his ex-girlfriend, either, who stood in the crowd with her mouth open in disbelief.

See? I know, you're sitting there (if you've read this far) saying, "That's great, Kevin." But you had to know these guys, too. I wish you did. There were some great people who used to be integral parts of my life.

You had to know that Mark was a great guy and gifted worship leader who had a little bad luck follow him around...mostly in a funny way. You had to know Spencer was the typical big, lovable oaf who was a little dimwitted at the time. But you don't. No more than I know who the Down's Syndrome kid is who used to like to hug and kiss guys at DBC (but, that's still somehow pretty funny to me).

Chad...I trust you're laughing as you read this. After all, you knew Mark. And who could forget Spencer? And don't get me started on Clark's excessive use of pickup lines on 6th grade girls...

In the meantime, I'll be content to hear the local story (again) about that guy who used to yell "Amen, brother" at random intervals during church services. I'll probably laugh out loud at that one again, while I'm secretly just laughing at my own memory of the time when a friend of mine passed out onstage during a prayer and then fell off the riser he was standing on and landed on some cymbals. Heh... Real-life slapstick comedy. Good stuff.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Was I dreaming?

I hate it when the details of weird dreams are hard to remember. I just remember bits and pieces of last night's dream. I remember being wrongly arrested (or...charged with something) at some beach by this dirty cop who threw his badge down and tried to slit my throat with a knife. I turned, and he only caught the side of my neck...ow...lots of bleeding. The rest of the dream gets very blurry, but I remember it feeling like a 'cat and mouse' chase, where I'm doing a lot of running (it's neat how you don't get out of breath sometimes in dreams), and all the while there's this big storm blowing in off the ocean. I remember there were a lot of people sympathetic with my predicament and believed in my innocence, but did nothing to help.

Then the baby monitor on the nightstand went through it's "the baby is awake" throes, and I was snapped out of this freaky situation.

Weird.

Sadly, my dreams is about the most exciting thing to report.

Well, there's some excitement involving the real storm that blew through here yesterday and dumped an unbelievable amount of marble-size hail on my yard (and cars...d'oh). Nice how all the local forecasters missed that one...

Monday, June 20, 2005

The Day After...

Sometimes 5 songs and a message clicks (read previous post if you want to understand what the crap I'm talking about).

Yesterday, it did.

I could go on and on about how there are differing opinions on what makes a worship service 'work.' For some, it's variation, innovation, etc. (which is what I'd like to see more of because of my personal taste). For some, though, it's predictability, stability, etc., and though I tend to think this is a dangerous position most of the time (traditionalism starts this way), there's something to be said for people with hectic lives wanting something to be stable and consistent (i.e., 5 songs and a message).

Either way, yesterday's 5 songs and a message was pretty engaging, much to my surprise. Why?

1. God can work through anything. For those who doubt that, open your mind. For those of you who claim, "Well, that's not for me," then what is for you? Is seeing God work and move through the lives of people in a way you didn't personally like not a good thing? Furthermore, is it for you at all? Worship is not for us. It's not a selfish thing. That said, I still want more innovation, but not at the expense of what already works (lest those things merely get reduced to empty tradition). As I've argued before, we could plan the same thing next week and wonder why it didn't have the same impact (not a trap I want to fall into).

2. There's much more to this thing called worship than attending a one-hour service involving some singing and a message. When our lives are lives of worship, then the whole gathering/singing thing becomes a more natural outflow of those lives. But if our lives are not such, then no wonder a 'service' can become an utterly empty experience. Empty, bland, cheesy - insert your adjective of choice here. And though I certainly agree there are cheesy things out there...and boring things as well, I still believe that when we have the right attitude about what worship is in the first place, all the rest of this stuff is secondary (important, but secondary)

I know I'm overly simplistic about this, and still believe there's much room for discussion about designing community 'gatherings' that don't feel so scripted or repetitive (at least to a fault) - and such is my heartbeat, since I'm generally a creativity-driven person. But that discussion is rather unproductive if we don't have a proper attitude about what worship is (and, for that matter, community is) in the first place.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

The Night Before...

...Sunday.

Tomorrow is yet another Sunday at church. For me, that means an early (for me...heh) morning, a lot of rehearsing/warming up, and then leading a group of 50+ in worship.

If you lead on enough Sundays, it's easy to fall into a 'rut' feeling. Each week becomes so similar to the one preceding it, that I have to admit the uniqueness of each week becomes more and more elusive all the time.

What do we do every week? Same old stuff, with some variation. Usually the same old stuff means 5 songs, some sort of video clip (maybe), a message, blah, blah... To vary it up, I mess with the order of the service sometimes, and I try to throw in some creative moments where I will draw songs out or try to create a meditative, celebrative, or prayerful moment... I also try to keep adding new songs of varying styles to the mix, too.

But in spite of these efforts, the whole experience can feel...canned. Don't get me wrong, I still find value in the way things are...and I believe God works through (or in spite of) the whole experience. Dave's messages are great. The warmth, friendliness, and genuineness of the crowd is also a vital part of the experience. But in spite of all this, I feel like something important is lacking.

Part of it is definitely a 'trap' a worship leader can fall into. Mainly, if you have a great 'experience' one week, you can be easily tempted to try to recapture that experience (or even add to it) the following week. I think this is foolish, because the 'experience' that is great often means that a service was emotionally touching, and it's often the emotion we seek again instead of God (I could write a book on the difference between encountering God and being 'moved' emotionally).

But the 'lacking' element I refer to is something else.

First, worship on Sunday mornings is not truly worship in and of itself. Sure, all the singing, praising, praying, etc. can be a facet of worship, but worship is and should be a more comprehensive experience that happens beyond the walls of the church... To worship truly means to serve, and the best worship I've ever experienced was not during a time of singing...it was during a time of serving someone else. Romans 12 is a great reference about what this means.

Maybe if the whole room could connect with this idea, then we could better embrace Sunday morning as a gathering or celebration rather than this 1-hour opportunity to cram God and all this creativity into such a short time span. I'm sure some people do, but I think the 'rut' feeling we fall into is somehow connected to the fact that many people (sadly, myself included sometimes) get their 'religion' on Sunday mornings, and if that one experience is not a fresh and vibrant one, then we're disappointed.

Second, I think there's a whole slew of elements we're not implementing. I'd like to change all kinds of things up to be more creative - in everything from how the room looks to the elements of the service to even experimenting with different ways of 'expression' during worship. I saw a video this past week that showed artists painting (instead of singing) during the worship service. One girl was painting a picture of Christ's pierced feet. Another painting was more abstract, but expressive.

The pastor of the church said he's often asked, "Doesn't the painting distract from the rest of the service?" The pastor answers, "Does the singing distract?" Heh...I think that's a great perspective. If we can worship God in song, why not in poetry, painting, or other often un-tapped art forms? Songwriting...maybe that would be another cool thing - rather than pulling the worship songs of others to praise God, erupt in praise with our OWN words. Changing the room around. Art on the walls.

It's a shame that the symbols (like candles, stained glass, etc.) became so iconic and, bluntly, idolized in the Catholic church. I walked into a huge Cathedral in New York City one year in my younger days, and I was very moved by the atmosphere. It was around noon on a weekday, and the building was packed with people praying. There were candles burning. Images of Christ everywhere. And as much as I know how these elements have, unfortunately become more than symbols for many Catholics, at that time I simply felt like everything in the building pointed to God. Maybe I was naive (I was only 17 at the time). But I still think it was awesome to be standing in a room where the very design and presence of art and symbols in the room focused my attention on God. THAT is what I found neat about it. If we could use such symbols without letting them become objects of worship in and of themselves, maybe...just maybe...it would help us focus, too. This is not some personal doctrine of mine, just an idea...thinking out loud, really...

The sad reality is that to implement either of these changes (worship beyond the walls of the church AND the incorporation of new elements into the service itself), is just too much for a lot of people. In spite of all our efforts, it often seems like people don't want anything inventive or creative. Rather, they're content to go through the motions and actually feel uncomfortable when those motions become unpredictable or different. But maybe that's where we all need to be: Uncomfortable. Maybe it would be good for our routine - our daily lives - to be interrupted.

Personally, I know several people who avoid church altogether because they can't see church (even one like ours) as anything but a bunch of people going through the motions week to week. And even though I think they're not giving us due credit at Crosspoint, I empathize with their point.

Maybe it's time to start taking some risks... I don't mean implementing some creative ideas simply just to be different, but to intentionally find ways to challenge people (our unique group in Decatur, Alabama) in unexpected ways and allow people to express their heart for God in more ways than 5 songs and hearing a message.

I would LOVE for people to help spout out some creative ideas. I can't possibly do such a task alone.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

What are we building?

Just got done reading a chapter in "A Generous Orthodoxy" which floored me. In it, the author said something that has really got me thinking.

"Community has become a buzzword in the church in recent years.
Overbusy individuals hope they can cram it into their overstuffed schedules
like their membership to a health and fitness club (which then never have
time to use). Churches hope they can conjure it with candles, programs, or training videos.

[Some] know that community is far more costly than that: one cannot
add it to anything, rather one must begin with it in order to enter it,
practice it, and preserve it."


I can only sit here and keep meditating on those words. With all the well-intended pushes for things like 'small groups' and other community building activities that we and other churches engage in, sometimes we inadvertantly just further the consumeristic mindset that plagues our world. And when these pushes DO work, even at our best we've (usually) only helped 'overbusy' people 'cram' community into 'overstuffed schedules.'

Maybe this is why I clash with people when I talk about community or wanting a community to thrive. I don't want community to exist as an addendum to everything else. I want it to be at the core of it. Open doors, open hearts...lives shared.

What a contradiction a Christ-like community is to our culture. We're too self-focused. We're greedy for our time. We keep our doors shut most of the time. When we do seek community, it is often just in doses, within well-defined boundaries so that it doesn't break up the routine or expose our vulnerabilities. In the end, our lives are snapshots of compartmentalization: A photo of our family time here, our church time there, our work time over here...

Community IS costly. Maybe that's the message we should send, so that people aren't illusioned. Sure, making people feel welcome and being open to friendships is the easy part. I think many of us get that right. But when you risk building real community after the initial openness, it WILL penetrate the normalcy of our routines and disrupt the thoroughly modern and and over-privatized lives we lead that look very little like the early Christian community.

I guess the question is, how do we overcome the fears, hesitations, or even selfish motives that make us unwilling to pay the cost?

I guess we first have to begin by believing it's worth the cost in the first place. With all the countless groups out there peddling their particular 'communities' PLUS the pain and baggage that follows us after being parts of communitus malfunctionus, that's no easy request.

Only way I think we can make this happen is to set the common presumption on its head. You can't "add" community to anything. We must 'begin with [community] in order to enter it.'

The challenge is to move forward with this thinking without inadvertantly turning it all back around again...

Friday, June 10, 2005

relative normalcy

Funny how things are easier now than they were with Stacey home from work and all the company we had were here. Though Zachary has changed the routine, life is - still - back to a routine. Already, my productivity level is way up again. Woohoo! Simply, it's just easier to get stuff done when you're not trying to accommodate the schedules and random needs of others in the house...especially of house guests.

I FINALLY got my yard mowed today. Ah, the joy of mowing the lawn in 92 degree heat...twice, because it had gotten so long I had to mow at two different settings to get the grass short without having the mower bog down. Good grief. Fortunately, the experience seemed to be allergy-free (this time).

Well, crap. This stuff is already barely blog-worthy. Wish I had something more substantial to blog about. Maybe...

- Might have an opportunity in August to play at a beach retreat for Chad's church in Baton Rouge (retreat in Gulf Shores). That could be fun if I can work out the details.

- The .mp3 player I ordered on 5/17 (which was supposed to be delivered on 5/19) is STILL not here. Apparently, some major ordering snafu actually let me order a backordered item without letting me know that. I'm only holding out because - after rebates - I get a quality 30GB player for only $140. Assuming I ever get it that is...

- Maybe it's Alabama. Maybe it's Decatur. Maybe it's frustration with the status quo, but I find myself becoming more and more 'liberal' about things (by 'liberal,' I mean wanting to see things change in my town, my country, my world, etc.). "Conservative" used to feel like a badge of courage and honor in the past, but now - even when well-intended - seems to be synonymous with out-dated, irrelevant, judgmental, etc. Maybe it's just an issue of linguistics. Maybe it's this book I'm still reading that's just opening my mind a lot.

Maybe I just want to be neither liberal nor conservative, and instead just focus on the mission and actually making a difference in the world...

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Back to Mr. Mom

Stacey goes back to work tomorrow. Already. 4 weeks ago (today), Zachary was born. And this time, Stacey had only 4 weeks of maternity leave (as opposed to the 6 weeks Walgreen's provided - plus the 2 weeks she took in vacation on top of that to make it 8 weeks when Kailyn was born).

Nothing like bottle feedings, diaper changes, crying for no reason (the baby, too)...heh...

Oh, well. I made it through kid #1. I'll make it through kid #2.

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Went back to the Guad Monday night for the first time in a LONG time. The menus had changed, and we felt like strangers. That is, until the waiter showed up and basically knew what we were having before we ordered. Jack and Michelle S. made it out, and Michelle became the object of many margarita-related jokes as the evening progressed. Heh.

On the downside, I'd forgotten what the Guad can do to a stomach. Let's just say I had a lot of 'free' time to play some games on my Sony PSP and read my book. Heh.

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Need to mow my grass. I REALLY need to mow it. It is already so long, it may bog down the mower. That's what happens when you can't mow one day because the skies explode with the amount of rain it did on Monday. D'oh. I predict much sneezing in my future, since grass pollen is the ONE thing I'm allergic to. Go figure.

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Picked up GTA: San Andreas for the PC yesterday. Traded in a lot of my old PS2 GTA games and a few movies, so the game cost me $0 out of pocket and I even earned some store credit. Now, whenever I've had enough of diaper changes and burp cloths (why don't they just call them 'vomit cloths'?), I can disappear into the seedy world of San Andreas and do wholesome things like steal cars, skydive off a skyscraper, become a gangsta, and, oh yeah...shoot people. Heh. Better to shoot the in-game characters than you, I always say.

I raised Kailyn in between session of GTA: Vice City after all ;-).

Thursday, June 02, 2005

ztu Pididdy

I've evaded estrogenized activities at my house this week like the Root evades conversation with a woman (LOL...j/k). Scrapbooking...stamping...making cards...(shudder)...enough, already.

Stacey's sister, Sharon, is still here, and she and Stacey have been hard at work filling the house with artsy/craftsy materials. As you might have guessed, I spend most of my time these days upstairs in the bonus room watching TV or getting a 'manly' fix by playing a round of Splinter Cell or something.

Even Zachary, the OTHER male in the house, isn't much help at 3 weeks old. Being a baby, he actually perpetuates the 'estrogeny' by doing things like...crying. Heh.

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In the spirit of 'evasion,' I went with J-mo last night to Huntsville, where we ate at the new Madison Outback (mmmmm....), then paroused the various techno-stops we have to make when we go to Huntsville.

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Band practice is tonight. I feel so out-of-focus with everything music/spiritual lately, so I hope I can overcome that in the next few hours. Such is the problem with chaos. No time to think. Little time to read.

Too...much....noise...