I'm pretending the Cowboys won today

It's been a month since I posted anything? Boy I'm slack.

I've settled back into my pre-Feast routine now, unfortunately. I'm already starting to get the fever for next year. I'll post more about the spiritual meat I enjoyed at the Feast, but first I'd like to express a heartfelt thanks to those of you who really helped my and my family enjoy our time in Myrtle Beach. A special thanks to the young couple who allowed the M.R.S. and I to go on a date to celebrate our 9th anniversary. Beef ribs are a wonderful anniversary meal, might I add. Nothing like a loving couple sucking their teeth as they reflect on where they've been and where they're going. Tony Roma's made a killing on beef ribs during the feast. I spoke with one of the managers mid-Feast after they'd run out, and he was perplexed by the sudden surge in beef rib orders. (It was kinda funny. I bet he'll be prepared next year!) We enlightened him about the 1200+ non-baby-back-rib eaters who'd infiltrated his town, and he made sure to increase his order for the remainder of the Feast (they still ran out again on the evening portion of the Last Great Day).

Noah was glad that he got to see his shark-fish. Oh, and we saw a live shark attacking a school of fish one day while we were playing on the beach. And no, Aaron, it was not a porpoise.

And I met the Kerr.

Feast Fever...

...is very real.

Sept. 11

I was going to post the new professional pics of the kids, but Blogger is being uncooperative.

Oh, and HOW BOUT THEM COWBOYS? (The offense, anyway.)

Just got my days for the Feast confirmed. Since I'm a temp I will not be getting paid, but hey, c'est la vie. I think my folks are gonna come over to see Nyla receive the blessing of the little children. I should probably inform them that our services are a wee bit different than what they're accustomed to. They'll probably think that services are letting out right after the sermonette and song. Maybe I'll have a little fun and not tell them that sermons are in the 1-hour-plus range. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Ain't I a stinker?

I was going to post some of my reflections on this day of remembrance, but I think I'll save that for a later time.

I don't like firewalls

I guess I'm going to have to make a decision pretty soon - either go by my PC at school more often, or switch over to Wordpress. I apologize to all one of you who hangs on my every written word. I will do better.

I've recently begun listening to and reading Dave Ramsey's material. He dispenses financial information and is a firm believer in the proverb that states "the borrower is servant to the lender". He absolutely detests debt of any kind. I brought his book "Total Money Makeover" to give to my brother Monday (he was up for the FSU game); lo and behold, lil bro had a set of Dave's Financial Peace CDs. Great minds, eh? I'm going to try to implement Dave's ideas to get out of debt and gain control of our finances. So, if we turn down any invitations to hit a restaurant in the near future, don't be offended. It's me, not you. *floating the idea of a weekly church potluck*

And FSU did it to me again. If they had simply rolled over and played dead, I could've gone to bed at a reasonable hour and not been struggling so hard at work Tuesday. But no, they had to go and make the game semi-close, FORCING me to watch until the bitter, bitter end.

I just found out my oldest son weighs 254 lbs. I think piggy-back rides are now out of the question.

Best. Photoshop. Ever.

I just wish it was bigger. Image courtesy of www.deadspin.com.

Brief convo

Conversation with Nick on our way home from church Saturday...

Nick: "Dad, if I'm good, will you take me to the movies?"

Me: "Sure, Nick. Just when do you think you'll be good?"

N: "I don't know. Maybe Monday."

Me: "Monday? Why not tomorrow?"

N: (Anticipating seeing his cousins on his weekly Sunday trip to Grandma's) "Well, you know how I get when I see my cousins."

The M.R.S. and I exchange that's-your-son looks.

8/8/07

Me & my olive plants.

Oh how I have missed thee, Blogger

One of my wife’s relatives is a former U.S. Marshal, and still maintains a lot of government contacts, particularly in the Federal Law Enforcement arena. He was home over the weekend, and we got to talkin’ about what I do, which led to him strongly encouraging me to apply for a forensic chemistry job with a federal agency (I don’t want to say which agency). He has some contacts with the directors of some of the laboratories and that could be the foot-in-the-door I need. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet, but I’m filing that reference away for possible future use. From what I hear, Fed jobs have great benefits. Is increasing concern about benefits a sign of aging?

After a wonderful post-fast meal prepared by a certain awkward-hipped young man in our congregation (along with help from the girls Burdette), me and the fam were leisurely driving home and decided to take the scenic route home (Hwy 93 instead of 123) when I was stopped by those who protect and serve; Liberty, South Carolina’s finest. At 12:15 a.m. Fifteen minutes after my driver’s license expired. Going 47 in a 35. The officers were quite polite, and let me go with a warning. Prayer works.

The driver’s license situation was rectified as soon as the DMV opened up this morning.

8/5/07

August 13 picnic

I hear we're having a church picnic 8/12 with the possibility of a softball game breaking out. Does that give me enough time to reap any benefits from "The Cream" and "The Clear"? After all, the rumor is "Chicks dig the long ball"...

Blogger is blocked at work...

... or I'd update more often.

I interview Tuesday for a full-time chemist position instead of this temporary one I hold. If I get it, that would mean I'd have a four-day work week at the company and have 2 full days to get work done here at school, plus evenings. And I'd get benefits. So far they've accommodated my desire to observe the Sabbath, and they've given every indication that they would continue to do so. I guess I shouldn't screw this up.

Jalen and I had a nice long lunch Wednesday, and we both got to unload a bunch of feelings that had been kept inside. Without going into detail, things are looking up as far as our relationship is concerned. I'm eager to put these past two years behind us and move ahead... I was shocked by how deep his voice sounded when he answered the phone. My first-born is no longer a little boy.

The more I work in Greenville, the more I like the city. If I moved to the Woodruff road area and kept the same job, I'd never have to leave my neighborhood. EVERYTHING I could possible need is in the vicinity. If the county ever decides to open their new crime lab, I could probably be persuaded to stick around.

My favorite picture from the trip home - mother & daughter.

Waddya think?

This is my new beautiful neice (and Nyla's future partner-in-crime). Pretty much everyone in my family thinks she looks like me, but I don't see it. Do you?

Lunes

People are getting married, people are going to camp, people are finding Devil's claw in the cupboards... Me? Just finding out we make a product called Horny Goat Weed (!?). I'm afraid to ask what it's supposed to do for you.

PS: I'm also getting too big for my clothes. I had to wear a pair of my son's khakis to church this past Sabbath. I could barely button mine. *sigh*

Back from the metro...

Just returned from seeing the folks down in the booming metropolis of Clio, SC. I enjoyed being home again. Time seems to slow down whenever I'm there. I never feel hurried, and you never see anyone walking fast or appearing hurried. Of course, there aren't any jobs or supermarkets there, but no place is perfect. I saw a once BEAUTIFUL woman I knew whom all the boys used to idolize back in the day. Now, she has been visibly ravaged by excessive crack use. I literally felt my mouth drop open when I realized who she was. (No, I didn't do this to her face!) It's disheartening to see someone who was once so beautiful and full of vigor look like they're 20 years older than they actually are. Twenty HARD years.

I finally got to see my 5-month old neice who everyone says looks like me! I would post a picture now of the two of us, but I can't upload pix to this computer (the new job). I'll swing by my campus office and upload pix and let you decide. I personally don't see any of me in her, but everyone else seems to. Go figure. She's a cutie though. And heavy.

Is it football season yet?

EDIT: It's official: We reserved our villa @ Myrtle Beach Sunday.

Snippet

As Sweet Southern Summa told you, an elite group of adventurers went (fake)rock climbing this past weekend. I am now over the soreness in my lats, but I probably re-aggravated my as-yet-undiagnosed shoulder injury. It was still fun though. Nick has pretty much forced me to guarantee him a return trip. He did pretty well, scaling a couple of walls. He was so proud of himself.





I'll leave you guys with a picture of my younger brother-in-law. Why does it make me think of John Deere?

Joining the Snagglepuss brigade

Nick lost 3 teeth last week. I think Noah "helped" him lose one.

Typing with a kid in one arm is hard. Here's a picture Nick took today. Yes, she's getting a little color.



Is it just me, or have the boys watched too much Star Wars?

Blurb

I'm not dead. I've been working since last Monday for a major manufacturer of nutraceuticals and dietary supplements. I'm working as a chemist doing quality control. For the past week I've ground umpteen tablets and ruptured a gazillion softgels to determine their Vitamin C content blah blah blah. It's paying the bills for now. I'll post more later about what's been going on with me. Ciao.

PS: Night at the Museum is a pretty good movie.

PPS: Nyla and M.R.S. are doing well.

PPS: We just registered for Myrtle Beach.

Princess

My Parents

Hear ye hear ye!

She's here! The little princess arrived @ 1:52 pm yesterday. She's so tiny and precious! Her weight was 7 lb, 6 oz, and she was 19" long. I'm at a public library in Greenville posting this, and their computers have restrictions that prevent me from uploading any pictures. She has a head full of hair (and she poops a lot). I've already learned that changing girl diapers is a little trickier than changing boys' diapers. And in case you were wondering, yes, I am already wrapped around her finger. Gotta run.

She's almost here!

The M.R.S. is either having the baby this weekend or they're inducing her Monday (probably in the morning).

How much more childproofing do I have to do?

Right before bed sometime in the wee hours of the morning (I fell asleep AGAIN on the couch), I went into the bathroom to check things out. I accidentally knocked the M.R.S.' toothbrush out of the holder onto the floor. When I picked it up, I noticed there was something green on the toothbrush. Curious, I looked around and saw the same viscous green substance on MY toothbrush. Really curious by this time, I then remembered that we don't have any green toothpaste. After doing a little detective work I found out what the green substance was:



*Sigh* Back to the Godly Parenting drawing board.

Update: I just talked to the M.R.S. The dog has returned to its vomit.

Well, I do need a job.

My fellowship funding has come to an end. I've been retooling the old resume this past week and putting it out there for the world to see. To date, I've applied to a local environmental testing lab, a microbiology lab at a pharmaceutical company, a part-time QC lab tech position, and a forensics position. I'm in the process of applying for an adjunct position at our local technical college. (Desiree and I colleagues, perhaps?) Let's see what happens.

I was just offered the opportunity to sell insurance to small businesses locally. I initially told the guy no, then reconsidered. I'm gonna sleep on it tonight and give him a call back tomorrow. I'm really hoping that this 3rd shift job in a Greenville micro lab calls me. It would be a boost in salary, and I could still come in here and get my personal lab work done.

No baby yet. We go to the doc Thursday, and we'll see if we can nail down Monday as the day he'll induce labor. Last Thursday they did an ultrasound, and estimated "little" Nyla was ~ 7 lbs. 10 oz. I don't think I can wait much longer.

Feast

So, where's everyone thinking of going for the Feast? I was firmly of the belief that I was going to be in Myrtle Beach this year, but the M.R.S. threw me a curve last Saturday night with a Quebec suggestion. I'm looking into passport requirements now - it doesn't appear that we would need one to drive across the border. So - where's everyone going? And does anyone know anything about Quebec?

Doh!

I just got off the phone with my mom. She told me a funny story about this guy who was behind on his child support when he hit the state lottery. Knowing that his winnings would be garnished by the state when he went to pick up his money, he commissioned a friend to pick up the winnings for him. Unfortunately for the winner, the friend he picked was also behind in his child support payments. So when the friend produced the winning ticket, the state garnished the winnings anyway! The two friends then proceeded to get into a fight once they were outside. I don't know how true the story is, but it did make me laugh this morning.

A tale of two floors

I go home after lunch and am greeted by the smell of spring mint upon opening the door. Not an unpleasant smell, mind you, but the only thing that smelled like spring mint when Nick & I left this morning was our collective breath. Underneath the spring mint smell is a hint of bleach. I head downstairs to the kitchen to find the mop sitting in a bucket of bleach & water. OK, that explains the bleach. Turns out little angel Noah sneaked down to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of milk. I don't think I need to spell out what happened, do I? Let's just say I'll be stopping by the store tonight to replace the gallon of Mayfield that used to be in our fridge. At some point the darling little cherub went upstairs and (I assume) tried to make sure his breath was minty-fresh. When I get to the bathroom, the entire (LARGE) bottle of mouthwash has congregated on the floor around and behind the toilet. The M.R.S. is no longer flexible enough to maneuver around the toilet area so the green spill is waiting for daddy. I guess things could have been worse. At least he's been leaving all of his poop in his diaper.

Have you ever filled out a job application, spent $13 on transcripts, spent $14 to express mail it in order to beat the closing deadline, and then realize several days later that you didn't fill out the 16-page application packet that was supposed to accompany the application? No? Um... me... either...

Baby shower aftermath

Little sister - Your words meant a lot to us. The M.R.S. almost shed a tear while reading your card. I was touched as well. And I'll make sure Nyla loves the book.

Country Girl & Rebel - Everything was lovely, and the food and drink were exquisite as well. I've been pilfering those chocolate pacifiers from the M.R.S.'s stash, so I might have a couple of black eyes when yall see us this week. Thanks for taking the time to put the event together.

TMan - Thanks for keeping me company, and for helping out the ladies.

Thanks to all who couldn't attend, but sent gifts. I must say I've never been around so much PINK in all my days. This experience is certainly going to be different. Thanks to all who've offered advice, encouragement, and love throughout this pregnancy. Most importantly, thanks to all future baby-sitters of the clan.

Now if we could just work on that punctuality thing...

Thy Kingdom Come, for real!

While in the middle of dinner last night, Nick casually mentions that a fellow first-grader got suspended for having a knife at school yesterday. Naturally, that got our attention, but I thought that there might be a little exaggeration in Nick's story. Maybe the kid had a toy knife, or at worst, a butter knife. We've heard other stories about this kid's behavior on the bus, but nothing of this magnitude. When we questioned Nick a little further, he admitted that the kid had threatened to kill Nick. A little more concerned (the M.R.S. was instantaneously furious), we asked exactly what happened while they were on the playground. After a few more questions, we knew that this was no tall tale- the other kid really had a knife!

I went to talk with a school official, who couldn't go into extreme detail because of confidentiality and legal concerns. I did find out that things happened exactly the way Nick said they did, and that I was not the only parent to have discussed this with this official. Apparently the kid told quite a few others that he had a knife, and threatened others as well. He is not at school today, and shouldn't be back for a while. While I'm glad I don't have to worry about this particular kid for a little while, the situation is certainly a cause for concern. Homeschooling just rose another several notches in my eyes. And yes, Desiree, I did steal your title.

In other Nick news, I found a love letter he wrote to 2(!) girls in his class. This must be nipped in the bud - but it is comforting to know that he has a healthy interest in the fairer sex.

He lives!

I am not dead. More to come later.

Monday morning

Things that have made me smile so far this morning:

• Spotting a black lizard with a gold stripe basking in the sunlight as I walk across campus
  
• Finding 3 issues of ESPN magazine of my desk, put there by a coworker who knows my passion for sports
  
• The steak, egg, & cheese bagel I had this morning at McDonald's - all 2,000 calories of it
  

I wonder what this afternoon will bring.

PSA

I get these emails from time to time, but they've usually expired by the time I look at them. Spirit Air is offering some $0.01 (where's the 'cents' key?) one-way fares today. Click the following like if you're interested.

http://www.hotwire.com/

Red Stripe! Hooorraaay Beer!

Yesterday was great, despite an auspicious start that I'll leave to your imagination, dear reader. I'm sure you don't want to hear another bowel and spilled-breakfast-all-over-his-head story. Dr. Winnail gave a fascinating sermon, we had a new member who's recently moved from another area attending, and we had an enchanting evening at the House of Burdette. I think he found some Caribbean caterers or something, because we were treated to jerk chicken w/ mango salsa, grilled plantains (or, the brother to the banana), an exquisite bean-and-rice dish (I'm still trying to figure out what the underlying sweet flavor was), that wine we like that I'm not going to try to spell, and some pie for dessert. Oh, let me not leave out the rum punch. Just when the M.R.S. had almost come to terms with the fact that we're not going back to Jamaica for the Feast this year... Oh yeah, I'm a disappointment to the South because I don't eat cole slaw. Or potato salad.

The conversation was thought-provoking, as is usually the case when MHB is involved - unless he's ranting and raving, in which case it's best to just step away from the soapbox and let him purge. (Dem's just jokes, Sir!) I got to play the role of Jesse Jackson/Al Sharpton as SPEAKER FOR BLACK AMERICA, as we discussed the Civil War/War Between the States/War of Northern Agression, confederate flags, the Duke Boys, George Wallace, race riots in the north, police procedures (we're actually NOT entitled to those extra 10 mph above the speed limit), and the most boring stretch of Highway in the world - Hwy. 441 from Commerce, Ga to Lumber City, Ga. Four hours of mind-numbing boredom (except for the beautiful homes in Madison, I'm told). And yes, if you weren't there, you WERE talked about. Lovingly of course...

Oh well, the athletes have been pretty good tonite. I guess the fact that it's exam week is helping them focus. Wait - do I spy someone in the back reading CALVIN AND HOBBES?????

Thanks for the invite, Burdette clan. Thanks also for the opportunity to get to know the other guests better. All in all, a great night.

PS: Do they eat cornbread in the Caribbean? Inquiring minds want to know.

Alec Baldwin's infamous call

I'm not much of an Alec Baldwin fan. Oh, he's a good actor, but something about him just rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's the air of smugness that emanates from him - or maybe I'm just transferring my distaste at some of the characters he's portrayed onto the actor. Anyway, I'm no Baldwin apologist. By now I'm sure many of you out there have heard the infamous message he left on his 11-year old daughter's voicemail. I think he was totally out of line to speak to his daughter in such a manner. I think he probably needs counseling of some sort to help him deal with his rage. His bitter divorce from Kim Basinger and the resultant custody case show why God said that divorce "covers one's garments with violence" (Mal. 2:16). Alec Baldwin was way out of line.

I do, however, understand the frustration underlying the voice message. To quote a passage from Martha Brockenbrough's article in defense of Alec Baldwin ,

"I lost my cool when my child didn't use a napkin, but at least I get to see her every day. Baldwin doesn't, and this apparently wasn't the first scheduled call she missed. How devastating for a parent who does not have custody to not be able to count even on phone calls.

I know if I were in his situation, I would be crushed and frustrated, and very likely to lash out. I suspect I'd be furious with my ex, and I'd be mortally wounded by the apparent indifference of my child. I'd also want to go to wherever she was to explain how much she was hurting me."


Yes, you handled the situation poorly Alec, but... I understand. I don't think I'd do what you did, but... I understand. I don't condone it, but... I understand.

Unfortunately, I understand all too well.

Monday, Monday...

I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for a class or two offered by Living University this fall. I'm not planning on entering a degree program right now, but I might opt for the Diploma in Biblical Studies. We'll see how that goes. I'm really excited about the two Old Testament survey courses.

It doesn't look like we're gonna make it to Kansas City this weekend for Tiffany's wedding. I've been looking forward to it for a while now, but there are serious difficulties involved with getting the days off from work/school (for me and Nick), $$$$, and the ability of the M.R.S. to deal with the 13-hour drive. Maybe we'll try again this summer, when work and school might be lesser issues. Hopefully by then cheap gas will be less than the $2.63/gallon it is currently. I guess this means I'll be missing out on the Mike Kissy housewarming party.

In other news, it's less than 2 months now for the baby's arrival. Let me get all my sleeping in now... I have a feeling the little bundle of XX chromosomes is gonna have her way with me...

DNA

I'm reading DNA: The Secret of Life right now. It was written as part of a multifaceted venture to mark the fiftieth anniversary of the discovery of the double-helix structure of the DNA molecule by Messrs. Watson and Francis Crick. The book is written in such a way as to be understandable by those with very little science background. It's a history of genetics, but moreso, it's a look at advances in the field and their impact - practical, social, and ethical. He examines issues such as DNA forensics, "playing God", the "mitochondrial Eve" hypothesis (mitochondrial DNA, passed on only by mothers, supports an African origin for Homo sapiens and a severe population bottleneck at some point in man's past - 150,000 years ago by their calculations), gene therapy for heritable genetic disorders, genetically modified organisms and foods (GMOs), and pharmaceutical biotechnology, among other things.

At one point Dr. Watson recounts a the outcome of a 1975 meeting held at the beginning of the recombinant DNA era, which led to guidelines regulating this area of research. At one point in the story, it really struck me how many of the people he mentioned were really trying to improve things for others on this planet. This is conveyed in the chapter on GMOs as well. I don't see that sentiment on a day-to-day basis in my dealings with scientists though. It does come across that they love science, and really love the project or organism they're working on, but the avid desire to benefit humanity comes across typically as a secondary motive (or as a way to secure funding). Then again, maybe the desire to help others is the major motivation for many of my peers and they just don't wear it on their sleeve. Perhaps if I interacted with more people doing medical research I would be exposed to that feeling more often, but maybe not; after all, I do interact with people working on agriculture. I think the desire to help humanity is a noble one. I don't think science alone can do it, of course, but that desire is admirable.

So far it's been a good read. I recommend it to anyone interested in any of those topics.

Bass is what we want

I'm just now realizing how good the Go-Gos' bassist is/was. She absolutely KILLS "Head Over Heels." Oh 80s, where have you gone?

It's amazing how quickly long-since-overcome vices and bad habits can blindside you and tempt you. I was probably unwise to hook up with my old buddies so long last night. I thought I was catching them early enough for it to be safe. Lesson learned. I did find that I can still hold my own on the Spades table. (That's the card game I'm talking about - I'm not trying to have an Imus moment.)

Quick rundown

Bible Bread is great with soft butter and salt. Thanks, Desiree!

I've been lost in thought a lot lately (as opposed to just being lost), and I haven't felt like putting those thoughts on cyber-paper, if you know what I mean. With the pre-Passover self-examination, expanding family concerns, lack of academic progress, and now, potential lack-of-funding issues to deal with, I've been in sort of a funk. Oh, I don't need any anti-depressants or anything like that, but I've definitely had better stretches. It's amazing how much of a boost I get from Noah & Nick meeting me at the door with excitement, hugs, and the occasional kiss. Kids are great - except when they're not. I'll have to tell yall about the Jimmy Snuka-like flying tackle that Noah gave to Summer this past Sabbath. Textbook rear takedown. Imagine what he'll be able to do when he's 200 lbs.!

The M.R.S. has still not driven our van. She won't even call it a van - it's THE BOX. The capital letters there when she speaks those words. Now, whenever I see the word 'van', I read 'BOX', the way we in the COGs typically render 'LORD' as 'THE ETERNAL'. Anyway, THE BOX is holding up well, and I actually like driving her. I need to upgrade the sound system in that bad boy, but the I can't complain.

A bunch of my old running mates will be in town this weekend. I might stop by to see them briefly, but I'll have to time it just right; I need to catch them before they reach the point of inebriation, or it'll be a SHORT visit. I don't think I'll be making the scheduled toga party though. Look out Clemson - there will be ripped purple shirts, fatigues, branded flesh, and gold boots galore this weekend.

I can't believe we're already past Passover and the Days of UB. It seems like it's still January - it sure feels like it's still January! I'm glad I don't live in some windswept, desolate habitation like Ohio, for instance.

I had a bunch of sciencey stuff I wanted to write about, but then I remembered I don't talk shop after 5. Oh well, maybe some other time. Good night.

PS: Pray for Imus. And Al Sharpton. And Anna Nicole's baby. Is there anything else going on in the world? I hear there might be some trouble over in that there Middle East.

Still hangin' in there

I'm still alive. Been doing some soul-searching lately; mostly trying to determine whether I'm facing a truth that's been staring me in the face or whether I'm just a quitter. My opinion on that changes from minute to minute. This is not a good place to be.

Had to go to Family court to clear up another discrepancy regarding my paying child support. While I was there I noticed quite a collection of mullets amongst the crowd of people waiting their turn in court. There was even one memorable mohawk-mullet. Wal-Mart ain't got nothin' on Family Court in that regard.

I hope everyone is having a blessed Holy Day season. I think the boys are going to eat up all our matzos by tomorrow. They've developed quite a passion for matzos & honey.

Buckblog, you have my condolensces.

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in...

...and that is life. That's enough Paul Lawrence Dunbar for one day. I'm in a bit of a weird mood. I am definitely stuck in a rut. I think a move and a career change would be good for me, but perhaps not as good for my family. I'd also miss our little church group terribly. So I'm probably going to be here for a while longer. I like the area; there are plenty of lakes, small mountains, smiling faces, decent food, and I love being in a college town. However, I feel stagnant, like I've been stuck in the mud for the past 18 years. Everyone around me is progressing - graduating, finding meaning in what they do, finding jobs that match their passions, building homes, preparing for retirement... I don't feel like I'm growing at all - especially professionally. Of course, graduation would probably change that feeling, but graduation's not on the horizon. As a matter of fact, the grant that funds me is up in April/May, so a career decision might already have been made for me. We'll see. Just in case, I've dusted off the resume and I've begun checking to see what's out there in the job market. I'm particularly interested in forensic lab/DNA testing labwork. We have a Genetics Center about an hour from here that does prenatal testing, but I'm not interested in dealing with the ethical issues associated with that line of work. Let's just see how things go.

At least I've begun to exercise a little lately. I've discovered that middle-aged professional men are the best basketball players in the world, and there's an inverse relationship between the amount of grey hair they possess and their desire to run non-stop the entire game. Now I always try to defend the youngest-looking person on the other team. My knees ache afterward anyway though. This getting older is not all it's cracked up to be.

Hoyas us, Heels down

The NCAA men's basketball tournament is dead to me.

Off to see the NIT

I'm taking the fam to see Clemson vs Syracuse tonight in the NIT. The boys are pretty excited; I just hope they're not holding out hope for more of the $3 drinks and pretzels that we had Monday at the Clemson/Ole Miss game.

Go T-I-G-E-R----S!

edit: That was waaaay too close. That's what 17-34 from the free throw line will get ya, I suppose. At least we won. That was the worst-oficiated game I've ever seen.

Re: Duke

Why the animosity against the evil empire known as Duke basketball? Hmmm... Lemme think

• Growing up as a Tar Heel fan, it's sort of a requirement
  
• Attending Clemson, it's sort of a requirement. They've beaten us 21 straight times, including one buzzer beater this season when time was wrongly added to the game clock.
  
• The unceasing worship of the Dookies by one Dook Dick Vitale of ESPN, and
  
• The foul-mouthed and vulgar tirades of that leader of men, Michael Sha-chef-ski. (You couldn't have possibly expected me to spell that last name, did you?)
  
• The Cameron Crazies
  

Been AWOL

I'm back from an unexpected trip home and to Fayetteville, NC due to a death in the family. It was good seeing cousins I hadn't seen since we all were kids. I just wish the circumstances weren't so dour. Nevertheless, I appreciated the opportunity to re-establish contact with family.

For most of last night, the TV was on but not being watched by anyone. My cousin (the son of the deceased) suddenly remembered that the NCAA tourney was in progress and we caught the last 1:42 of the Duke/VCU game. The house was suddenly tense as we rooted for VCU, all the while afraid that Duke would find a way to pull out the victory. A huge collective roar went up when Paulus missed the potential game-winner and Duke was officially eliminated. For a couple of minutes there were smiles on every face in the house. UNC, Clemson, MD, and other miscellaneous fans rejoiced as one for a few minutes; all sorrow was temporarily set aside. I love this game.

Late-nite blues/R&B

Etta James is good for the soul. I highly recommend her double-disc anthology, The Essential Etta James.

Concubining?

I found this while surfing the web. All I can do is shake my head. I think the article's from the Cincinnati Enquirer...


Ricky Lackey has six children on the way.

Don't call them sextuplets - they're each with different women.

When Hamilton County Common Pleas Judge Melba Marsh asked Lackey during sentencing Friday on a charge of attempted theft how many children he had, the 25-year-old said, "None, but I have six on the way."

A stunned Marsh tried to clarify. "Are you marrying a woman with six children?" she asked.

"No, I be concubining," he said.

Prosecutors said Lackey is the expectant father of six children with six different women. The women all are expected to deliver in August, September and October.

Lackey's lawyer, Stephen Wenke, stopped his client from saying more.

Marsh said she wasn't sure how to respond, so she let the issue drop since it wasn't relevant to the proceedings.

Lackey, a music producer who told Marsh he was on the cusp of a $2 million deal that would net him $300,000 upfront, was convicted Friday on a reduced charge of attempted theft.

Prosecutors say the Avondale man defrauded U.S. Bank out of $3,975 by depositing empty envelopes into ATM machines, claiming they contained cash, and depositing bad checks before withdrawing cash on the falsely inflated balances.

Lackey has repaid the money, according to court records.

Marsh ordered no other sentence, because restitution had been paid.

As Lackey left the courtroom, a group of teenage girls there for another case appeared to know Lackey.

"Oh, there's Ricky Lackey!" one swooned.

Lackey shrugged the attention off with one word and a wave of his hand.

"Fans," he said.

It was inside that I cried

Ah, it was far too easy to get re-accustomed to home internet access. Alas, all good things (except the kingdom) must come to an end. The systems admin needs to use the work laptop, so I brought her back today. *sigh* I guess always interact with those three people I keep seeing in my apartment.

All is not lost however; after all, Duke did lose last night.

Me & GMC (or is it GMC & Me?)

I bought a van. As much as I agonized over the official shift from “young couple with kids” to “soccer dad” status, it actually felt pretty good to be in a vehicle with sufficient room for the family (and then some). The transaction was carried out in an Asheboro, NC Golden Corral; the seller signed the title, and the buyer meekly affixed his John Hancock to the check. Then the aforementioned seller and buyer hit the trough as only Americans can, piling plates high with trans-fat and partially-hydrogenated-oil laden goodies. The boys love the novelty of the new vehicle, even though prior to the purchase Nick had been brainwashed by a certain someone to refuse anything less than a 2010 Honda Odyssey.



I don’t think I’m ever moving back to my hometown. First of all, there are no jobs – but even if there were, there’s no church close enough. There are 4 LCG congregations in the general vicinity, but the closest one (Asheboro) is exactly 100 miles from my parents’ home. Raleigh (actually Warsaw) is 110 miles away according to Expedia, Charlotte 120, and Walterboro, SC is 135-140. There is a UCG congregation 30 miles away near Florence, SC. My wife and I attempted to go there once, but I made a wrong turn. We got there just in time to hear 6 minutes of sermon, sing a song, hear a prayer, and that was that. The brethren there were nice though. Had I grown up in WCG I would’ve attended church with most of them.

Anyway, I’m at work now and the kids have been behaving themselves pretty well. It seems that many professors give tests the same week at the university; this must be one of those weeks because everyone is studying. Facebook and AOL IM are lonely tonight.

And as a further blessing, Duke girls AND boys lost this weekend. And it looks like the Tigers just might be in the Big Dance again after two straight wins to close out the season. I need to go through my Rolodex of friends with big-screen HD TVs.

Oh, my new niece is gorgeous.

This made me laugh

Spotted on a poster while having lunch:

Justin Timberlake for President in '08

He'll bring the troops and the sexy back!

Personally, if I was a voting man, I'd go with General Zod.

Enterprise

I talked to a very close cousin of mine Wednesday night for the first time in several months. We grew up playing together at Grandma's, went to school together (she was 1 grade ahead of me), and hung out together as teens/young adults, until things like college and marriage got in the way. The fam would stop by her home in Enterprise, AL (she married a guy from there) on our annual trek to Panama City for the Feast. That changed a few years ago, but we still try to keep in touch. Imagine my surprise when, after not talking for several months, the very next day Enterprise is all over the news thanks to a terrible tornado that struck town, including a school. I immediately called to see if they were OK (they have two school-age children), and to my relief they were. I must've called her about 2 hours after the storm, so she didn't know the full extent of the damage. The timing of the whole scenario was a little eerie. I have another younger relative there as well at Ft. Rucker. I think she's fine too. I really feel for the families of those who died in the storm. I probably shouldn't have let Nick watch so much of the news coverage - he's terrified of floods and hurricanes after seeing the Katrina damage, and the end of the movie Deep Impact has given him a healthy fear of tsunamis. I think I'll hold off on the Revelations prophecies until he's a little older. :-)

And the floodgates were opened...

We had rain all day yesterday (along with a couple of peals of thunder). I love a good summer thunderstorm, but I'm not a fan of cold, wintry days. One good thing about the rain(well, it might not be a good thing) was the creation of all the miniature class-5 rapids caused by the runoff. In this town we have plenty of hills and plenty of pavement, which leads to much runoff. I always want to get out of the car, put on some rubber boots, and put toy boats in the water and follow them as they go with the flow; each riverlet connecting with other riverlets, growing and picking up speed along the way. As a child we used to go out in my Grandmother's yard as soon as possible after a good summer rain, and we'd dig canals and connect mud puddles with one another, build mud dams, etc... I think I'd still have fun doing that with the boys - if we had some dirt.

I'm going home to see the folks and the new neice this weekend now that everyone's healthy on my end. I'm also going to look at a van one of the Asheboro brethren is trying to sell. I guess this is officially the beginning of middle age. *sigh* Of course, I'm not quite ready for the alternative.

Prayers would be welcome for a righteous resolution to the current visitation drama we find ourselves facing.

Not long enough for a title

Maybe it's best that I become a professor. I've already got the "absent-minded" part down pat.

Mr. Prickle's Pig

Once there was a man named Mr. Prickle. He had a pig named Fren. Fren was shy but she wasn’t shy to Mr. Prickle. When Mr. Prickle goes to sleep Fren gets into big trouble. When Mr. Prickle gets up he sees mud in the house. The next day he saw six pigs in his house. That was too many for him. So he sold all of them and everybody took one. So that was the end of Mr. Prickle.

The End.

Written by Nicholas P. 2/24/07

The week's almost over

Why is Facebook so addictive? My charges can't seem to stay off of it. They've blocked it (along with MySpace)in the computer lab in the building.

Update on Operation Get Fine: Starting weight - 231 lbs; 2/22 weight 220.5. I was stuck on 223 for a couple of weeks. Hopefully I'll exert some willpower tomorrow after services.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could lose all of the fat in ONE specific area? (Yes stomach, I'm looking at YOU.)

AI

I'm sure I'm in the minority, but I hate American Idol.

Good Eats

I've actually enjoyed cooking breakfast and dinner the past few months. The smell of cooking food makes the M.R.S. sick, and it looks like that's going to be the case for until Nyla arrives. Tonight we're having T-Bone steaks with sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes with broccoli & cheddar cheese for the M.R.S. and Nick, and a salad: romaine lettuce tossed in balsamic vinaigrette, diced cucumbers, diced apples, craisins, and slivered almonds. Yummmm... I'm not a great cook, but we get by. The M.R.S. can burn though. I try to fix something nice when the Sabbath rolls around. When I'm done with school I'd like to take some culinary courses.

I sometimes sneak off to the library at Southern Wesleyan U, my alma mater, in order to get some studying done. Whilst I was looking for something to distract myself with I came across a magazine called "Creation", which appeared to be affiliated with Answers in Genesis. There were some very interesting longer articles, though many of the shorter ones came across as "Ha! Take that, evolutionists!" It was quite refreshing reading articles from a creationist worldview, though I think they come up with some faulty conclusions based on their understanding of Scripture (for example, the age of the earth being 6,000 years and the dinosaurs were still alive at the time of Noah's flood). I tried to check a few of them out, but SWU's library doesn't allow you to check out periodicals. I'll definitely go back and read a few more.

The potatoes are calling. Join us!

PS: Anderson peeps: I ran into someone today who used to attend church with us in the 'A'. He was as stunned to see me as I was to see him. He's supposed to call me so we can get talk sometime. Nick was happy to hear that I ran into him, although I don't think he's watched "Ants" in quite some time.

Huh?

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A REAL day of rest

Yesterday was good. Desiree came home from CA, as did Ashley & Joe from Ohio. I got to get in some Ohio State-Florida jabs at poor Joe's expense, but he took 'em with a smile. I must dig a little deeper next time. Nick was excited about seeing Ray-ray (I couldn't resist) and Ash, though he pretended to be shy most of the day around them. Yesterday was a particularly relaxing Sabbath because I was Noah-less. It took a while to get used to not having to scan the room every thirty seconds to see what he was destroying getting into. People kept trying to make a correlation between the fact that I arrived earlier than usual and the fact that the M.R.S. wasn't with me. Hmmm.... (In case you're reading this honey, I defended you. Repeatedly. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!) Mr. & Mrs. Ames came down yesterday, and he gave a sermon on 7 commitments to make as we examine ourselves, a good pre-Passover sermon. We had visitors from TN and GA as well, giving us a pretty full house. The eldest Burdette girl and hubby even dropped by after services for a spell. Miss Expansion Joints looks so cute pregnant. Nick took a bunch of pictures, but they're on the computer at home; I may splice some of them into this post later.

There were a couple of interesting announcements made yesterday. The first was that our area pastor is no longer our area pastor. He's been given some churches in MS to pastor, so we're no longer going to be in his circuit. I don't know if that means we're going to fall under the HQ umbrella, but it might. The second announcement was the establishment of "Living University", an online set of courses that will initially offer three courses in the fall. Hopefully this will be a successful venture; I know I'm excited at this opportunity to learn more about various doctrinal/theological points.

We potlucked afterwards, and all was well until I spotted the blueberry pie. I tried to resist, but to no avail. Of course once I bit into a slice the floodgates were opened, and I found myself eating all sorts of goodies. I finished off the night by devouring most of a box of cereal as a late-night snack. It was sabotage, I say!!! I was unable (unwilling?) to get back on the wagon today, as I just finished off a box of lemon-glazed shortbread cookies (only 1200 calories!). Those Girl Scouts must have sensed my weakness as I walked past them with the intent of only buying a diet drink. Ah, the incongruity of seeing the 1.5 liter diet Lipton green tea juxtaposed with the empty box of cookies. I hang my head in shame at the memory. *sigh*

Oh welll, study hall is almost over so I guess I'll wrap this up. G'nite.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Sugar alcohols, while tast(e)y,are the devil.

What I had meant to say was...

Tim Hardaway is in a bit of hot water. The former Golden State Warrior and Miami Heat point guard was on a Miami radio station yesterday when he was asked about John Amaechi, the former NBA player who just came out of the closet and just penned a book. Hardaway said, among other things, that he “hates gay people”. Well, Mr. Hardaway is now the new poster boy for homophobes, bigots, idiots, and cavemen. Scanning the blogosphere and checking out the talking heads on the tube, poor Timmy is being eviscerated. I wonder if he’ll be going to rehab like Isaiah Washington, the “Grey’s Anatomy” co-star who uttered gay epithets against one of his fellow actors. I didn’t know there was a rehab for such things. Speaking of which, are Mel Gibson & Lindsay Lohan out yet?

I wonder what the fallout would be if the media were to stick a mic in front of Mr. Meredith or one of the other COG leaders and ask for their opinions on homosexuality. That just might put us on the radar screen, although I’m pretty sure no one would say that they “hate” anybody. Nowadays, disapproving of ay behavior is increasingly equated with hatred of the perpetrators. Yep, I think that would do it.

Quick update

I passed my written exams; now it's on to the grant proposal. Thanks for all the encouragement and prayers, friends and fam. The M.R.S. is sick, so I've been in the role of Mr. Mom since Monday. Nick had to miss school Monday and Tuesday as well, but he's much better today. We rented Superman, Superman Returns, Pirates of the Carribbean II, and XMen III and vegged out. I bought some popsicles as well, and he and Noah have been devouring those. oh, I'm an uncle again! My brother and his wife had little Nataleigh yesterday. We were originally going to try and drive down and come right back, but the illnesses killed that idea. I guess we'll see her sometime in the next month.

I hear Anna Nicole Smith died. I wonder if I can find any coverage of that on the news...

Daddy sang bass...

...Mama sang tenor... Is it 'mama' or 'momma'?

Three questions down, one to go. Any bioinformaticists out there wanna help me with the next one? I'm clueless about algorithms.

Oh yeah, I need an idea for a grant proposal as well. And help writing it up. And defending it.

I think I'm gonna go home and fry some croakers. The M.R.S.'s sensitive nose is in class now, so I can stink up the kitchen.

Oh Canada

An interesting article found on World Net Daily's website promoting the loss of tax-exempt status for churches that fail to Canadian "Charter Values". Most of the vitriol is directed towards the Roman Catholic Church, but it's easy to see how the Church of God could eventually become a target.

Not gonna happen...

I received my 2nd question today around lunchtime. I have 24 hours to finish. It is now 4:45 pm and I’m nowhere near being done. Something tells me my prof’s not gonna get this one back until tomorrow night sometime. Late.

An old college classmate wants me to talk to her biology (I assume) class this month. Whoa. I think I can fool the teenagers into believing I know what I'm doing. For one period, anyway.

Snow Day

Well, I finished the first set of questions. One set down, three to go. I didn't answer them as well as I would have liked, but hopefully I passed them. I know I'll be seeing them again when I have my orals. I have had such a hard time staying awake and focused lately. I'm haven't been narcoleptic, but incredibly drowsy. And then at 2 a.m. I'm wide awake. Go figure. I crashed this afternoon after emailing my answers back to the prof. Nothing like a nice 3 hour power nap snuggled up beside the boys and the M.R.S. We were able to do that because...

It snowed today! We appear to have missed much of the sleet/frozen rain that was predicted, but then again, I was asleep and now it's dark. Maybe outside my door is a landscape of ice and snow a la Narnia. Anyway, when I woke up from my nap this morning around 6:30, this is what I saw...



I woke Nick up because he's been wanting it to snow since December. Needless to say he was quite thrilled. Then the realization that school was cancelled hit him and a huge Cheshire-catlike grin filled his face... Around 5:15 Noah comes bouncing down the stairs. Nick grabs the camera, I pick Nick up and place him in the window and...





The boys break their necks trying to get dressed and rush outside to get their obligatory play in! Since I can't leave them unattended (thanks predators!) I stop working on my exam to supervise them for a while. I guess I can't complain - seeing their joy made it all worthwhile.




Afterwards, I returned to my test, and the boys warmed up with some hot chocolate topped with whipped cream.




And then the M.R.S. woke up. You missed out homie!

19 hours to go...

... and I'm still on the first question.

Comps continued...

I was supposed to start yesterday, but I didn't get my first question until today. It's from the lone classical plant breeder on my committee. I actually have four questions from him, but I get two days to answer. Hello, all-nighters (again). The 4th question had 8 parts and involves describing in specifics how I would go about establishing a breeding program with three specific objectives (improved yield, herbicide resistance, and insect resistance. The first two shouldn't be too bad. I just wish it hadn't been 4 1/2 years since I took a breeding course. Good-bye for a few days, world.

Even though I'm hating this, it is somewhat encouraging to be taking another concrete step towards finishing. Let's just see if I stay on the steps or if I slide off due to ice.

I guess I'll just ignore the MLK party controversy raging on campus around me.






No, that's not a black guy in the last picture.

Anyway, if you like FREE, LEGAL music downloads, Ruckus dot com is making its catalog available for download to anyone with a .edu email address.

School stuff

Next week I start my comprehensive exams. I'll receive written questions from my advisory committee members and be given 24-48 hours to answer. If I successfully complete those, I will have two weeks in which to put together an NSF-style grant proposal. Upon turning it in, the committee will take two weeks to read and critique the grant proposal. If they deem it acceptable, then I will have to defend said proposal as the oral portion of my comps. This next month is really, really going to be horrible. (M.R.S., stop reading right here.) If I fail... Hey, I've reached the point where a Master's wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all...

If I pass, then I'm officially a PhD candidate, and all that'll be left will be to finish my research, write my dissertation, and "Ease on down, ease on down the road!"

Race Matters

A couple of years ago I read W.E.B. Du Bois' essay "Of Our Spiritual Strivings" in his classic The Souls of Black Folk and found in his theory of "double consciousness " an explanation for a feeling I've known since my teen years.

Du Bois wrote of double consciousness as a “sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity”, and of a two-ness, of being "an American, a Negro; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder..."

"...The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, -- this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self. In this merging he wishes neither of the older selves to be lost. He does not wish to Africanize America, for America has too much to teach the world and Africa; he does not wish to bleach his Negro blood in a flood of white Americanism, for he believes -- foolishly, perhaps, but fervently -- that Negro blood has yet a message for the world. He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without losing the opportunity of self-development."

There is an internal conflict between being African-American and American simultaneously. Double consciousness is an awareness of one's self as well as an awareness of how others perceive that person. The danger of double consciousness resides in conforming and or changing one's identity to that of how others perceive the person. Looking back, I can see how I conducted myself in such a way as to be seen in a positive light by whites with whom I came into contact, and how I did likewise to "keep it real" and not be a "sell-out" to my own ethnic group. However, not only was it impossible to be all things to all people, the attempt to do kept me from knowing who Michael P really is. When the lights went down and I was alone, WHO EXACTLY WAS I? I think the desire to be true to the race and reject all things white is a serious problem in the Black community, particularly in poorer enclaves, as is the opposite extreme - shedding oneself of one's "Blackness" and forgetting that we are, after all, family. This is the reason Clarence Thomas is hated so much in the Black community, and what Condi & Colin are accused of (unfortunately so, considering their historic achievements). As an aside, Barack Obama's rising star has brought to light the question of what it means to be black. Does one have to have ancestors who were slaves to qualify? Does one have to be raised in "the hood" to be authentic? Do we all have to vote Democrat? Be able to dunk a basketball? Love hip-hop? Hate Country & Western?

As Black History Month approaches I hear the familiar refrain, "Why do we need a Black History Month? There's no such thing as a White History Month!" I think this question is asked because white people , if they look at themselves through the eyes of others at all, look at themselves through the eyes of other white people. The thought of being judged through another group's eyes, and perhaps being considered inferior, is foreign to them. I don't know how history is being taught now, but when I was learning US history, Crispus Attucks, Benjamin Banneker, Nat Turner, and Frederick Douglass pretty much summed up Black contributions to this great country of ours - the land of the free; the home of the brave. Of course, then, as now, most Black history is relegated to the mention of MLK, Malcom X, and occasionally Marcus Garvey. Black history is still thought of by many as a collection of "first-Black-to-do-this-or-that", as opposed to having our contributions woven into the fabric of the country. Other than being slaves, it's almost as though Black people existed outside of the country until the Civil Rights movement of the 50s & 60s. I think that it would be unnecessary to have Black History month if our contributions to society were woven into the historical fabric (I need to stop using 'woven') of this country, but until The Black Wall Street, Percy Julian, Charles R.Drew, Denmark Vesey, the Tuskegee Airmen, the Tuskegee Syphilis study, George Washington Carver, and Toussaint L'Ouverture are as well known as 50 Cent, Michael Jackson, and Michael Jordan I think the month is beneficial to ALL Americans.

* Rather than going back to find page numbers in the original essay collection, the Wikipedia entry on Double Consciousness served as the source of the included quotes.

True Life: I'm in an Interfaith Relationship

I was watching True Life on MTV a few days ago. The show is a documentary detailing true life experiences (allegedly) of people in various situations. The only other time I watched the show it dealt with 3 families coping with poverty. That was a good show - sad, but good. The episode I watched the other day followed two married couples of differing faiths. One couple was Jewish/Protestant (Ira & Sasha), and the other was Lutheran/contemplating-becoming-a-Jehovah's-Witness (Travis & Jasmin).

In both cases, the (Jewish & Lutheran) guys were clearly less religious than the ladies; Sasha was a pretty rock-solid in her beliefs, and Jasmin was really excited about the things she was learning about the Jehovah's Witnesses. Ira tried to compromise and gain more understanding about whatever denomination Sasha belonged to (I'm not sure which denomination she belonged to. It was clearly Protestant, but her church also observed fasted for Yom Kippur), but Travis was openly hostile to all things JW. He accused Jasmin of changing and of becoming a different person than the girl he married, but, to his credit, did indicate that he would love her regardless. He made it quite obvious that the kids would be celebrating Christmas and having birthday parties though - no matter what Jasmin had to say about it. At the end of the show, Jasmin was still studying to become a JW, but she was (unhappily) helping Travis decorate the house for Christmas.

Ira came across as being henpecked, but he and Sasha appeared to be finding a middle ground. They were determined to raise their upcoming child as a "Jewstian". Ole boy got himself in some trouble when he snuck out to eat on Yom Kippur and got busted, when they were supposed to be fasting together and breaking the fast together. Sasha was clearly ticked off. At the end of the show the couple had moved to New York city and were searching for a church that would accomodate the both of their beliefs. Good luck with that.

I'd like MTV to give an update on these two families in a year or so. By that time Ira & Sasha will have had their child, and Jasmin will have completed the studies required of her to become a JW. I wonder how their marriages will hold up. It seems to me that it's easier for an interfaith marriage to survive if neither of the spouses are really seriously religious, or if they're serious, then their beliefs have to make the allowance that spouses religion provides a valid path to salvation, whatever that is.

Oh yeah: Down to 223 this morning.

Indy 28 - NE 28

I am missing a great game.

edit: Indy 38, NE 34.

I made it home just in time to see the final 54 seconds. I'm not a huge Peyton Manning fan, but I'm glad to see him finally play well in a big game. Forget playing well - he played almost perfectly in the 2nd half, and led the game-winning drive. Look out Miami - it's Soul Bowl I in two weeks!!!

Old Virginny

So who's going to Winchester, VA during the days of UB? I'm strongly considering it... I've told several brethren from that area that we'd visit eventually, as I've got family in Va. Beach and Norfolk. Plus, Nick's future wife is up there as well... Annette, does your dad plan to be there?

The hitch is $$$, of course. We're planning on heading to KC a few weeks after that for a wedding. How do I pull off both? Hmmmm......

Go figure

As I contemplate (again) changing career paths, I took an online test to match my personality with a career, hoping it would steer me in a different direction than the one in which I'm headed. I click on the results and what are the strongest hits? Biologist, Real Estate Agent, Waiter. Crapola. I'm currently doing two of those jobs. I want a recount.

B-ball recap

Last night was fun. I had the pleasure of watching two of my boys play rec basketball - Nick in the 8-and-under league, and Jalen in the 14-and-under league. The games were about 30 miles apart, but c'est la vie. Luckily Jalen's game got underway about30 minutes later than it was supposed to, so we were able to see the entire game. Nick's team lost, but they had a great time doing so. I saw a couple of budding shooters on Nick's team last night who may be pretty good down the road.

Jalen's game was a bit more competitive, actually going into overtime. The behavior of the parents and one of the coaches was not as stellar. I don't know why people feel the need to verbally assault referees in a personal manner, even if they are screwing up the calls. The attitude trickles down to the kids, and nary a call is made that isn't vehemently protested by the offending player, my son included. We'll be working on that. A few years ago he brought out a "sack dance" while playing little league football. While the crowd loved it, that behavior got nipped in the bud pretty quick. He had an OK game last night, but he turned the ball over at the end of regulation as his team was trying to score the go-ahead basket. Luckily, he redeemed himself in OT by completing a crucial 3-point play with under a minute left and his team down by three. Jalen is quite Shaq-like when it comes to free throws, and the one he made touched the rim, backboard, and then every part of the rim again before finally falling. The outcome of the game was sealed when the opposing team received a technical foul for calling a timeout after they'd used them all. It'd be nice if they blew a team out once in a while. My heart can't take this pressure twice a week.

Well, we had the ultrasound today...

... and it looks like the little one is XX. Yay me!

Transformation

Gerald Ford has made a remarkable transformation. He became President when I was four, and lost to Jimmy Carter (the first President I really remember) when I was six. Over the course of the next 30 years, the mental image I had of Pres. Ford was of a well-meaning, clumsy, bumbling joke of a man. How did I come by this mental image? Via the media, of course. Comedians,sitcoms, and even serious journalists perpetuated this image. Now, with his death, I've heard and read tributes that lauded his dignity, his wise stewardship of the country through the difficult period following Nixon's resignation, and his willingness to do what was right for the country without regard to the damage inflicted upon his political future. I hope the recent media coverage is more indicative of the type of man he was rather than the tripe I was fed for the previous 30 years. Rest in peace, Mr. President.

Seattle 21, Dallas 20

Now THAT ending was a kick to the nether regions.

RIP playoff victory. At least the Clemson men's basketball team is the lone undefeated team in the country.

Yesterday we had almost 24 hours of rain. Am I the only one who likes to drive around the day after and look at the swollen creeks and ponds? I passed one near my home on the way to work, and I'll probably go driving around and check out a few more on my lunch break. Weird, I know, but hey - that's me.

Oh, I saw a wondrous thing today as I was walking to my building. A huge brown hawk swooped down and captured a squirrel about 30 feet from me. Seeing things like that on Animal Planet doesn't do them justice. The hawk almost seemed to be putting on a show just for me as it took it's time killing the squirrel and then lifted off in slow motion to its perch in a tree to devour its meal. Wow. Animals are soooo cool.

Alright techies...

My PC sends jobs to the printer, but they won't print. I reset the computer once and then was able to print, but that's not working now. Other people in my office are connected to the same printer, but they aren't having any problems. Any suggestions?

*Edit: I'm able to print Word docs now, but not PDFs.

Charlotte

The 2.5 hour ride to Charlotte for the Family Dance was uneventful, and the Crowne Plaza Hotel was pretty easy to find. Upon arrival, I was pleasantly surprised to see so many of the singles I knew from various places. I was expecting most of the singles to bypass Charlotte for KC’s dance. My thoughts were on the Family Dance, and I’d completely forgotten about L4T. The room in which services were held was packed and quite hot. I had to leave the room twice and towel off because of the sweat pouring down my face. They must’ve eventually gotten the AC squared away, because the temp was tolerable by the middle of the sermon. Mr. Lambert Greer gave the sermonette about the L4T program, and Mr. Meredith gave a sermon directed toward the young people in the church. After services I got the chance to catch up with some folks I hadn’t seen in a while, and the fellowship was great. I also got to chat with the Westons, who pastored in my area back before my time. He remembered pretty much everyone, and was pleased to get updates on his former charges.

The dinner was surprisingly good. The grilled chicken breasts with mushroom gravy, potatoes au gratin, and the dinner rolls were quite tasty. The sweet tea left a lot to be desired though. They must have been looking out for the Yankees and diabetics in the crowd. The Wells’ band from Baton Rouge did a good job at the dance. To my amazement, they even did a Soul Train line. If you don’t know what Soul Train is, then educate yourself. I also got to meet Karl of The Secret Life of Karl fame.

I actually got the chance to play a little 3-on-3 basketball before we left Sunday. I found out that Jason from Penn/NJ is tall, and that Jake (IA) is a deadly shot. The Lyons boys and Mase (Walterboro, SC) are chock full o' energy. Mr. Heykoop played well also, especially considering he was playing barefoot on asphalt. I think the other player’s name was Darren (Raleigh). We played a couple of games before I had to leave to meet my brother and parents to celebrate their 37th wedding anniversary. If anyone out there who reads this talks to Juan (NJ) or Jamal (MD), tell them I said “If you’re scared, say you’re scared!” I missed out on a game of Ultimate being put together by Miss Moluf due to my having to leave around noon Sunday. Sunday was the folks' 37th anniversary, so I met them, my brother, and my sister-in-law for a celebratory dinner. In short, the weekend was good. I'm tired of typing. Bye.

Operation Get Fine

I was down to 213 pounds before we headed off to the Feast in October. I got in some treadmill work early on before the hustle and bustle of the Feast put an end to that. I’ve been consciously averting my eyes from the scale in our bathroom for the past few months. Well, Monday night I gathered myself and finally stepped on. At first glance it looked like I was still at 213. I knew that couldn’t be right, as my pants (particularly my dress pants) no longer fit comfortably. I was about to die by the end of the dance in Charlotte last weekend as my pants struggled to keep my expanding gut in check. I think one more electric slide would’ve split my pants – and that’s not an impression I want to leave 250 people with. I looked down again and realized the scale read 231. Two hundred thirty-one and 0/100 pounds. Whoa. So today I began Operation “Get Fine”. I started dieting today, and plan to restart the Couch-to-5K plan. By the time it’s warm enough for me to run outside I hope to be up to running 5K nonstop. I was up to 2.5 – 2.75 miles when the Feast hit. I’ve got to go to New Orleans next week for a few days – now that’s gonna be a test. *Sigh*

The Fiesta Bowl

I just saw the college football game of the year. If it comes on ESPN Classic this week, watch it. Boise State came to play, and didn't buckle when it appeared they would lose to the Sooners. OK, they might've buckled, but they didn't get knocked out. The playcalling by the BSU coach in overtime and at the end of regulation was inspired. Great, great, great game.

None of the other Jan. 1 bowls held my interest... The ACC and SEC teams are not having a banner bowl season. At least FSU took care of business.