I'm watching Transformers right now. It's really an awful movie, but do you want to know the worst part about it? They keep mispronouncing Qatar.
Yes, I am a geographical elitist.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Bread Making Process
Just in case you ever want to feel like a complete moron go back and read your blog over the last two years. My summation:
1. I talk about work way too much. Mostly it's something having to do with working too much, which in all honesty...how boring.
2. I don't post often, and when I do post I try to give a summation of the last two months by saying I work to much.
3. I hvae a lot of tpyos.
4. My writing style has changed, but it always seems to be pessimistic. Am I a pessimist or do I just love giving that impression. I mean, even in a post where I'm complaining about being pessimistic I'm being pessimistic. Weird.
5. I get awkwardly deep sometimes. I think to the point where a lot of people reading this would think that I'm depressed or something. I need to let you all know that sometimes it's simply because I'm listening to Iron and Wine and that happens when I listen to them.
6. I wonder who else reads this besides the usual suspects.
1. I talk about work way too much. Mostly it's something having to do with working too much, which in all honesty...how boring.
2. I don't post often, and when I do post I try to give a summation of the last two months by saying I work to much.
3. I hvae a lot of tpyos.
4. My writing style has changed, but it always seems to be pessimistic. Am I a pessimist or do I just love giving that impression. I mean, even in a post where I'm complaining about being pessimistic I'm being pessimistic. Weird.
5. I get awkwardly deep sometimes. I think to the point where a lot of people reading this would think that I'm depressed or something. I need to let you all know that sometimes it's simply because I'm listening to Iron and Wine and that happens when I listen to them.
6. I wonder who else reads this besides the usual suspects.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Welcome to the Jungle
So, yes. Jessie is pregnant. It's amazing. It's a miracle. It's exciting. It's nerve-racking. I've been the lucky husband that has a wife that isn't puking or showing any symptoms at all really (except falling asleep on the couch at 9:00 rather than 9:30). However, this whole thing has kept me on my toes and made me appreciate both the the miracle of life as well as the fragility of it.
Creating a life is almost one of those thing that's hard to whisper because everything feels so delicate right now. Through both first and secondhand ways I have learned to become aware of how in an instant everything can change. My accident started it all. A week later I found out Jessie was pregnant. I don't think of the the obvious what ifs....Then the we found out we got to share in pregnancy with two people very close to us, only to see the pain of the unspeakable. There just aren't any words for that....Then one of my best friends lost one of his best friends in his basement. His buddy was just visiting him from Mankato with his wife and child. My buddy woke up to go to work and received a call right after he got there to come home immedietly. By the time he made the five minute drive back, his best friend was gone. I didn't really know the guy, but shit...it kind of got stuck in me.
So what am I saying? Shouldn't I be thinking happier thoughts? I think the point of this post is that I am. I am truly elated. I am truly blessed. But most of all I am in awe of the miracle. I'm not sure if anybody can truly appreciate this miracle. It's one of those things like love: It exists, and in the hectic world that we live in, sometimes it takes events like these to truly make one pause realize it. Makes you want to go around and let everyone around you know how much they are loved.
And boy, do I love you all....
On a lighter note, I'm trying to convince Jessie that if we have a boy, his middle name MUST be Axl. Think about it ________ Axl Rowles. Perfect. I need help from you guys here. She's not really going for it.
More to come. More often.
Creating a life is almost one of those thing that's hard to whisper because everything feels so delicate right now. Through both first and secondhand ways I have learned to become aware of how in an instant everything can change. My accident started it all. A week later I found out Jessie was pregnant. I don't think of the the obvious what ifs....Then the we found out we got to share in pregnancy with two people very close to us, only to see the pain of the unspeakable. There just aren't any words for that....Then one of my best friends lost one of his best friends in his basement. His buddy was just visiting him from Mankato with his wife and child. My buddy woke up to go to work and received a call right after he got there to come home immedietly. By the time he made the five minute drive back, his best friend was gone. I didn't really know the guy, but shit...it kind of got stuck in me.
So what am I saying? Shouldn't I be thinking happier thoughts? I think the point of this post is that I am. I am truly elated. I am truly blessed. But most of all I am in awe of the miracle. I'm not sure if anybody can truly appreciate this miracle. It's one of those things like love: It exists, and in the hectic world that we live in, sometimes it takes events like these to truly make one pause realize it. Makes you want to go around and let everyone around you know how much they are loved.
And boy, do I love you all....
On a lighter note, I'm trying to convince Jessie that if we have a boy, his middle name MUST be Axl. Think about it ________ Axl Rowles. Perfect. I need help from you guys here. She's not really going for it.
More to come. More often.
Hillside Manor: Sometime After 2AM
So I was sleeping fine. A little thirsty, but all in all, sleeping peacefully. Then I woke up. About a half hour ago. Now I can't get back to sleep. 3:00 in the morning and all I can do is lay in bed and think about how busy I am. Work is just nuts right now and the madness of the season is finally catching up to me. This is the first time that I've actually managed a store during December (remember last year I was just getting ready to start opening Maple Grove), and I must say that the adaptations I have to make to my daily routine, both in the store and at home, are throwing me off a little. Then I look at the calendar and think, 'You know what? I'm good. Three more weeks left....'
Funny how I let my crew know that this is the season they're going to be putting in more hours, but make more money than they've made all year. I tell them they can sleep in January. I suppose that means me too, but I honestly, I didn't mean it literally.
Funny how I let my crew know that this is the season they're going to be putting in more hours, but make more money than they've made all year. I tell them they can sleep in January. I suppose that means me too, but I honestly, I didn't mean it literally.
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