Wednesday, June 3, 2009

HELP!

Anyone care to come to my house this week and help me build a floor? It's oak, it's pretty, it's a lot of work. I wonder if I can just will it done????

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The other day we ate at Taco Bell. The people eating at the restaurant were Pam, Emily, Gabriel, Micah (he eats everywhere) and I, and two women in their late 20's early 30's ish with two young children. One of the two ladies was very obviously pregnant. Toward the end of our meal Gabriel had decided to run around T-Bell. Just then the two ladies and the kids started to leave. As they left Gabriel had climbed up on a table that was actually one of those tables that sits higher with higher chairs. We of course got him down, but didn't think it was all that big of a deal. This ladies jaw dropped and she got a look of absolute disgust on her face and very clearly said in a holier than though tone, "Don't fall". It was all harmless, but I thought it was funny since Gabriel had taken nose dives into cement and been just fine. He could have probably beat her up too. The best part of the story, however, is as we left the two ladies had their kids strapped in the car and were both puffing away on cigarettes. Now you tell me something. Who is the bigger parenting success, Pam and I who have at least let our children live a little bit before they kill themselves by falling off a table, or the lady who kills her unborn child by smoking like a chimney?

Another Story:

The other night Emily and I and Tony Percuoco and Pam were all hanging out talking at our house and I said something about wanting to eat something. I spoke the words "I like bananas, I think that mangos are sweet, I like papaya's..."
Emily replied, "Don't even sing that song."
Seeing an opportunity for fun I played dumb, "What song? I was just mentioning that I like those fruits."
"You know the song that says that?" Emily asked.
"Sing it for me, I don't know what you are talking about." I said.
Emily began to sing the song. When she got to, "I like papayas"
I blurted "Papayas?"
It was hilarious because I totally had her thinking that I didn't know the song and had just happened to mention liking all the same fruits that were in the song. As soon as I said, "Papaya's" it hit here that I was playing her. It was VERY amusing.

Another story:
I made home made donuts the other day from scratch. No Pillsbury dough boy helping me. Just me and a recipe book.

Another story:
I have some friends from Ohio State. They wave their little "O" flag every Saturday during football season. They are constantly all, "Ohio State is simply the best at everything."
I can't wait to point out that they just lost by 31 points in baseball. I am pretty sure that is about as crappy as you can get in the world of sports. No one allows 37 points to be scored in a baseball game. The fact that they were somehow able to score 6 points should have been enough to win the game. In baseball, 6 points should at least mean that the game is close. 37-6? That is bad.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Everything I touch lately breaks. Every time I solve one problem 3 more pop up. It is never ending! I am up at 1am because my hard drive went out, it's Saturday, we have church in the morning, I was able to buy another hard drive but I've had to reinstall windows, microsoft office, media shout, download 3 different video files, 81 total updates, and now I am waiting for Media Shout's Media Files to properly upload. It sucks.

Monday, May 11, 2009

After

Many of you have seen the "before" pictures of our house because Pam posted them. HERE is a link that will take you to a blog that has some of these pictures. If you don't have a secret super cool person extra special VIP password to her site you can't see the pics. Sorry, that is how she roles. Anyway, I thought I would post some after pictures.

Our Living Room



Our Kitchen



Our Bedroom



Our Dining Room



Our Basement



Our Staircase



The little basement room we didn't know what to do with



Back Patio



All in all it was a pretty productive week. It really is amazing what a week's time and some hard work will get you. We call this sweat equity. Anyway, we can't wait to have you all over to enjoy our new house.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Joan Rivers

I just have to say one thing. Joan Rivers is one of the most immature old ladies that I have ever witnessed. I can not comprehend Gabriel acting like her. Wonder what I'm talking about? Check out this weeks Celebrity Apprentice. You can watch it online at NBC.com if you want. You will be simply astounded.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Day 6

I just finished my 6th run of the week. Something seemed rather poetic about today's run. I've been trying to run first thing every morning. It is nice because it sets the tone for the whole day, and I don't have to think about it and dread it all day long. I just get it done.

Yesterday Pam and I put an offer on a house which was then counter-offered within hours. We are dealing with a large amount of money here, obviously. We have been talking about what to do and we decided that we would sleep on it and make a decision today. Well...I pretty much didn't sleep very well. I woke up at 4:30 this morning and just stared at the ceiling thinking about how to approach things. So at 6:00 I realized that I could think about it WHILE I ran. So I did.

Today's run was longer, harder, and more grueling than the others because the training is designed for Saturday's run to be hard and Sunday you have the day to rest. All that being said, I honestly think that having something to pre-occupy your mind while you run (like making the biggest purchase of your life) actually makes the running...dare I say...enjoyable. It is really strange and I always secretly made fun of people that would say such things, but, I really almost enjoyed today's run. There is something to say about battling the bigger things in life to the rhythm of your feet hitting the pavement. It is you vs. the world out there and your feet are the drums of war (I told you it was poetic). Anyway, pair the running and the thinking up with the soundtracks to Braveheart, Lord of the Rings, and World of Warcraft on the ol' iPod and you have quite the epic thing going on.

Today I liked it.

My feet hurt
My legs hurt
My lungs hurt
My body hurts

I feel really good though.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Day 3 (Summer of Hell)

So I've declared this the "Summer of Hell". No it isn't summer, yet, but it will be. Here is an explanation. A couple weeks ago I received an invite via e-mail from a wonderful woman at church that wanted to announce a sort of justice project that would appeal to the North Scott crowd. I am often the guy people go through to find out if they can make an announcement at church. More often than not, you can't. That is the unwritten rule (we try to keep announcements out of the worship service as much as possible so that we don't have 1/2 hour of announcements each week. With everything going on, we could EASILY spend that much time). Then I was asked if I would sign up for it (I realize you don't know what it is yet). I thought that it would be good for me to do it and that it would yield many life-changing benefits ya de da. The following is the proposal that I received and the commitment I made.

A group of first time and experienced runners will join together to train for and run the Chicago Rock ‘n Roll Half Marathon. Team members will not only be running the half marathon, but raising money for World Vision. The event is scheduled for August 2nd. World Vision is the world’s largest Christian humanitarian relief and development organization. They are working in nearly 100 countries to tackle the root causes of poverty through long term development projects that focus on things like: Clean Water, Agricultural Development, Health Care and Immunizations, Education and Literacy and Economic Development.

Before you start rolling your eyes and chuckling under your breath I want to tell you that I am serious and if you wouldn't mind, I could REALLY use your encouragement.

So I am training for a half marathon. approx: 13 miles. I watch biggest loser and I believe it can be done. Also, people at North Ridge must be looking for ways to help because there were about 25 people that signed up. That is roughly 1 out of every 6 people in the congregation.

It is only day 3 though and this is how I feel: "#&^@ $*%& #*&$"

The biggest part of me doing this (as selfish as it is) is so my children and wife have a healthy, not to mention sexy husband and dad. I know there are people that need water and it is a blessing to be able to do this "for" them, but as far as I am concerned, I need to find other "justice" oriented projects because this one is for me and my family.

If you came into my house right now you would see note cards on every door, our radio in the car, and my laptop that say things like, "Stop the Pop" "Pop is BAD for you!" "Pop will kill you" "Pop is the DEVIL" "Pop is like sin, pleasing on the outside, but it eats you up inside". Why are there note cards everywhere? Trust me, it isn't because I want to quit drinking pop. It is because I so HATE running that I get home and don't want to do ANYTHING that will ruin my work. No kidding, I HATE running with a passion. It hurts and at least 2 times in the last 3 days I've contemplated "accidentally" tripping in front of a moving vehicle so as to escape the pain. My legs are numb, my lungs are in pain, and my body hurts. It sucks. When I got home from running today, Pam was eating some cookie dough that we made pre-training. I didn't tell her this, but I was kind of pissed. Not because she was eating cookie dough, but because I don't even want it in my house. I want nothing to do with anything that will ruin what I just worked so hard to do. It sucks.

On the other hand, though it has only been three days, I feel better. I'm in a lot of pain, but it is weird. It is a sort of outside pain. I don't feel sluggish and gross anymore. Not that I am feeling super healthy yet. I think I'll feel healthy when I get to the point that I can go more than 1/2 mile before I feel like hitting the pavement, rolling up into a little ball, and crying until I die.

So this is my unofficial "Summer of Hell" journal. By the way, I get another child here in a few weeks, and there is nothing hell about that. "Summer of Hell" refers only to my quest to become healthy and in a shape other than round. Speaking of quests, I recently downloaded some huge epic type music to have on my ipod so that when I run I can feel like I am running to save the world! Maybe I am.