Someday my name will be in lights...

I was having fun with a little "painting with light" or "photography" as it's called. This is my kitchen light. It took a few tries but I managed to write my name with it.

Corndog Day

So I met up with a couple of my college roommates this past weekend and we had ourselves a little back-to-God retreat. It was great to see Richard and Marshall again, I hadn’t seen Marsh since ‘99 and back then we were all up to no good so it was pretty weird going out to a great party spot and with the old wild crew and reading the Bible. It was great though, pretty amazing time. I won’t really go into all of it because a lot of it was pretty personal and everything, but it was really cool.
Erin and I are now officially hooked on “24”. I got season 5 from my father-in-law for Christmas and we’ve been watching as fast as we can.
Yesterday we took the tree all the way down. Part of me always wants to leave it up and if I didn’t care about looking like some kind of weird white trash crazy person, I’d keep it up year round. I just can’t get enough Christmas. And Erin does the tree so you can’t even see the wires, it’s like a work of art or something. I hate to tear it all down but I suppose we need to put up our Martin Luther King decorations anyway….or whatever. President’s day? I think it’s time Hallmark came up with a good new holiday in January that gets everybody excited, especially kids. Sweetheart day and secretary day are lame. How about Corndog Day! Wouldn’t that make EVERYBODY smile? We could have big corndog festivals and glue corn husks on our dogs and old people could paint the corns on their feet into snoopys at the face-paint booth….and we’d all snuggle up to by the fire with giant corndogs and watch “Old Yeller” and Steve Martin in “The Jerk”. (there’s this awesome scene where he works at the fair and his biker girlfriend makes him share his corndog even though he’s worried about germs and…well, maybe we can come up with a better movie).
Or…maybe…something else.

Back to it

Well I thought about posting that there'd be nothing to post for a couple of weeks back around Christmas because we were out of town for awhile, but I thought it might come across a little too “we’re out of town please rob us now, you can even make multiple trips” if you know what I mean. So anyway, here’s a few of the more eye-catching photos from our trip to Ohio. I don’t promise them to be all be Pulitzer material, but that’s ok. Whose Christmas pictures are? But there are the great shots of Erin in her Ho Pants. That’s pretty edgy stuff.

He's Coming to town...

Even if their rotten all year, they know how to pull off the sweetness at the last minute. Well, I guess their never really rotten. But they've sure stepped up the goodness lately.

Good Will Towards Men

I was pretty proud to be a part of the Christmas carolers that went out from our church Brookline Church of Christ the other day. (Man, I’ve got to update that site sometime). It was mainly little kids and it was great to see the old faces light up at the sounds and sights of children singing “You would even say it glows, LIKE A LIGHTBULB!” But December is always a pretty hectic time with 3 birthdays in our family and when to visit who when, and where and how. But when you get to see some joy passes from innocent young to hurting elderly, it kind of gets you in the chest like a bucket of KFC.
Another person who has always been big on spreading joy and good will to all men is my friend Bryan. He’s a missionary and is currently at film school in New Zealand trying to spread the word through film in the future in new and different ways. Check in on him and I think you’ll be impressed.

Erin

So I haven’t said much lately, partly because life has been pretty full with work, birthdays, weather, and that kind of stuff. But I was thinking a lot about how opposite I am with my wife. Well, maybe not opposite, I mean, I like music and she doesn’t hate it, but we’ll both like the same group or album or whatever and I’ll want to skip past the lame songs and those are her favorite and then she’ll try and skip past my favorites. The only Metallica songs she really likes are the ones that put me to sleep and my favorite Cranberries song is the one that annoys her to death.
I like to play chess and clue and monopoly and texas hold-em and she likes to play sudoku and freecell and solitaire. I love the Airplane movies and Blazing Saddles and want to watch them over and over because they get better every time, she’s not quite so simple though. Once she’s seen a movie it’s in her brain just fine and she doesn’t feel the need to replay it endlessly and cackle on the floor like an idiot.
But then again there’s a ton of things that really matter that we are the same on. We love our kids and we love our time away from them. We both are sarcastic and like to mock stupidy and people who are full of themselves. We both like our coffee the same way which is far more convenient than it sounds. Neither one of us had the happy happy joy joy Harding University experience and I’m glad I’m not the only person who thought it was a self-inflicted prison camp with great people.
So, I guess I should keep her, or rather, beg her to keep me.
So here’s to you babe, love ya!