My Head is an Animal

I’m loving this album.

I have Exhibitor Assistant training for PAX in less than 20 minutes. I’m super excited to be an XA this year and help make PAX better and better.

I have an awesome friend whose team won an Oscar this this year. I have another friend whose blog really inspires me academically and has been mentioned randomly in various places by various people, which indicates she’s doing great stuff. It’s neat.

I’m learning bass and stuff is going good at church. Also, I preached again recently.

I have discovered that Kamora tastes a lot like Kahlua, and it’s great mixed with a little peppermint Coffee-Mate creamer.

I have a good job and great staff and we’re doing good things.

I have a blog I can post on if I want.

I keep thinking about maybe getting a master’s and pursuing becoming a teacher, but then I work too many hours in a day and decide, you know, going home is nice.

I have a five year old puppy. She is made of unconditional love.

I have a wife that loves me and is smart and beautiful and fun.

I’m taking a trip with her to the UK and Ireland this summer.

I am fulfilled; happy; content; satisfied.

Training is starting, so I’m going to go do that now. But I felt like recording this general sense of contentment.

If a body catch a body

I hung out with a friend at the Mudlounge tonight who I haven’t seen since high school. Later, I considered how wonderful the conversation was and how good it was to talk with her, and then realized that as good a time as it was, that conversation could never happen again. This catching-up, this was the only shot we had at it. Next time we talk, we’ll have done all the catching up, and have to come up with new topics. It won’t be the same.

But I’m happy. I’m so damned happy, because my life is fantastic. God has blessed us greatly, we have a beautiful home, I’m crazy in love with my wife…

Tomorrow, we’re having Emily Manck over for lunch, so I had to go to Wal-Mart after leaving the Mudlounge to get a few things. After coming home and putting them away, I still wasn’t tired, so I went for a walk in the park. It’s pretty, and awesome, and empty because it’s so late at night. The tennis courts are nice, and I’m going to propose to April that we have super-late-night tennis matches very soon (before it gets too cold).

I sat on a wall and talked to God. I’ve been thinking a lot about Christian Mysticism for the last… well, somewhat since I became Christian, but really for the last six months or so. I think I’m drawing closer to some sort of realization about our place in the world, or at least mine. About my body and its place in the world. About the nature of worship and interaction with the Holy Spirit. Dave Gill, we need to have a long conversation sometime about worship (it feels like I’ve said that phrase at least 3-4 times so far in the last two years).

Goodnight.

Poems to make you happy

The Orange by Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange –
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave –
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy.
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of this day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

My Dream by Ogden Nash

Here is a dream.
It is my dream.
My own dream.
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt my true love unkempt it.

The End by A.A. Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

Jenny Kissed Me by James Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me.

A Wolf Is at the Laundromat by Jack Prelutsky

A wolf is at the Laundromat,
it’s not a wary stare-wolf,
it’s short and fat, it tips its hat,
unlike a scary glare-wolf.

It combs its hair, it clips its toes,
it is a fairly rare wolf,
that’s only there to clean its clothes—
it is a wash-and-wear-wolf.

Being Boring by Wendy Cope

If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

April is home…

…and I am complete again.

She also seems to be really enjoying her new computer, particularly Tux Paint. Linux FTW.

I had an entry started last night, but I decide not to post it. It was written around 11:30 p.m. while I was back at work, trying to finish recovering April’s old files so I could finally get her computer built and then transfer her old files to it. I ended up getting to bed close to 2 a.m. after watching both Episode 3 of Star Wars and ATHFCMFFT.

I have so many thoughts swirling around in my head, I’ll probably sit on the couch with my laptop tomorrow morning and write blog entry after blog entry. For now, though, I’m going to enjoy just sitting and watching April laugh at all the kitties and squirrels she’s painting on her new computer.