Life is good.

I love my kids. At times it takes me aback how they show their love and appreciation. This picture captures just that moment. As I was reading to Zoe during worship time before bed. She casually just put her arms around me and we enjoyed a moment of bliss. It's a good thing that Bev had the camera with her.

Mutant facial hair

So the other day I was washing my face. I felt something very brisk on the left side of my face just above my jaw line hafway between my lips and ear. I took a closer look in the mirror and couldn't believe what I was looking at. I grabbed my tweezers and pulled and out came the thickest hair I have seen growing on my body. Ordinarily I consider myself blessed that I have thick hair and do not have to worry about balding, but this was just simply abnormal. Can you believe the size of that hair?

Check out the comparative size of a hir plucked from my head.

Social utilities are from the devil

So, the other day a good friend tells me about this thing called Facebook. She tells my its like Myspace but better. Personally, I'm not into things like this because I think its a waste of time. But, being a youth pastor she tells me it would be a great way to keep in touch with the youth of my church. So I'm like, okay I'll check it out. I did. It's called a social uitility and it allows you to keep in touch with friends and make new ones and all that kind of stuff. I got hooked up and now I can't stop checking this thing out. It's wasting my time, but the good thing is I'm hooking up with old friends that I haven't seen or heard from in ages.

I'm thinking with the time I've wasted I could've like read a book or something. I could've watched a movie. I coud be learning to master Final Cut Express. I could've washed the dishes (which I better do before Bev gets back because I wouldn't want her thinking that all I do is play on the computer).

Social Utility my foot. More like mind numbing brain deadening utility.

I'm not mom but I am DAD

So this morning I took a personal day from work (which I have to pay a portion of...really ticks me off) and spent the day with my family. On Wed. mornings my little girl has dance lessons. I dropped the family off at the studio and ran an errand. When I came back and as I was walking to the parents waiting room I had to pass Zoe's dance room. As I was walking past I could hear Zoe excitedly speaking to her dance teacher, "Miss Dana, my daddy is here, he came to watch me dance, he didn't go to work." Then she turned around and saw me at which point she screamed out loud to her teacher, "Miss Dana, that's my daddy, the daddy is here." Then she looks at me and says, "Daddy, I love you."

Given the events of last weekend, I may not be mom, but damn, I am "the daddy"! If ever I needed affirmation of me as a parent, that was it.

I'm not mom

This past weekend I was a single daddy while my wife had to tend to some business. It was among the hardest times of my life. I had to take care of my kids all by myself. It is incredibly hard work. How my wife is able to stay sane while mothering I don't know. I do know I have come to respect my wife even more than I do now. I truly believe that the hardest job in this world is being a mother.

This is what my wife does, she takes care of the kids, she clothes them, she feeds them, she educates them, she entertains them. In the midst of all this she cooks, she cleans, she runs this house, and she remains in tact. Meanwhile, my goal with the kids is that they stay fed and alive while I am taking care of them. Getting dressed for the day is optional.

So lets talk battle of the sexes...women win hands down, no contest. They are better than men. Perhaps that's why God created them second. Man was the prototype but the woman was the complete product.

spring cleaning II

I am so amazed at the human body, moreso I am amazed at what comes out. I'm not trying to be gross and disgusting but You have got to see this. Yesterday, before going to bed, I spent time cleaning my ears (come on really how often do we as people regularly clean our ears) anyways, this morning chunks of ear wax were falling out of my right ear. The above is one of those chunks. Its hard to believe that was lodged in my ear. Can you believe the size of that thing?

Click on the picture to enlarge, seriously, look at the enlarged picture...

I tried to show my wife but she just didn't share that same incredulous feeling.

It's finally spring I think

So this morning I spent time outside cleaning my front yard. To me that's definitely an indication that spring is here. It was somewhat strange raking and and clearing the detritus from last year because there was still patches of snow and ice on the grass.

I think I'm beginning to understand this concept of spring cleaning. I never really understood it. Why is this season so important that we have to totally upheave the house and clean everything from the inside to the outside. As a child I hated it...it was a disturbance to my life and my routine. I probably hated it more because my mother was an absolute nazi about the whole spring cleaning thing.

Anyways, as I was cleaning the yard, what made sense to me was that I wanted to do this to break the monotony of what winter is and let new life flourish. Remove the ice and snow of winter and let the grass and flowers of spring grow.

Staying focused

You know, I started this whole blog thing because I thought I could do it...share my happenings and thoughts. I think I can do it, but I just don't do it. It's not that I can't share my thoughts and happenings because I'm insecure or not sensitive or crap like that...it's just that I'm somewhat lazy... but to my defense I'm also somewhat not lazy.

So once again, I'm going to try again. To do this whole blog thing. I don't know who's out there reading this but if you are, thanks and thanks a lot.

I'm motivated at times by people who make goals and actually achieve them. For me, perhaps I don't officially make goals because then I don't have to worry about keeping them and if I don't keep them I'm not letting myself down...complacency, you got to love it, can be a wonderful thing...kind of like ignorance. Just kidding.

This blog thing is now one of my goals. And, that's all I have to say about that.