Epiphany

So many things to say, so little time.

Friday night, my brother-in-law and nieces were over. I was in the living room and the oldest of our two nieces came walking into the room carrying Caedon and bouncing him. He is much too big for her to be doing this and I told her to stop. She didn't listen and two second later she dropped him. He landed on his head. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped and I felt a feeling of gut-wrenching fear that I have never come close to feeling before. I shouted at her and practically threw her out of the way to pick Caedon up. He was screaming and my heart, after it started beating again, was pounding. It turned out he was more scared than hurt, he just had a small bump on his head. When I realized he was ok, I went from being scared out of my wits to blindingly angry in a microsecond. My niece disobeyed and my son suffered for it. I barely resisted the urge to slam her head into the wall until she understood what could have happened. It was later when I was lying in bed that it hit me that it is my disobedience that put Jesus on the cross. Instead of wanting to slam my head into the wall until I understood the consequences of my actions, God wanted to love me. That was a pretty heavy thought for 1:00 in the morning. Being a father changes ones' outlook on a lot of things. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to keep Caedon safe. By the same token, there isn't anything God didn't do to save us.

Caedon continues to grow, he'll be nine months old on Thursday. He's almost walking, although he refuses to spend any time on his stomach learning to crawl. His personality seems to expand every day. A year ago, I couldn't imagined what life with a baby would be like. Now, I can't imagine what it would be like without him. I've found that the Disney channel is about the best thing ever on Sunday mornings. Caedon will sit enraptured watching Little Einsteins and Mickey Mouse Club while we get ready for church.

Softball is fast approaching and I'm so excited I can taste it. Oh for the long summer days and the smell of pine tar. I was quite happy with the way the Indians started the season. It will be nice to finally see their home opener tonight from Milwaukee. Does anyone else see the stupidity of how the first series or two of the season was scheduled? Teams with a dome playing teams without one in the frozen north? Give me a break.

I'm sick of the posturing and strutting by the Presidential hopefuls already, and the election is a year and half away! Politicians are mostly scum, regardless of party.

If you haven't seen 300, do so. It was fantastic. I just finished House by Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker. It was also fantastic. Musically, I've been listening to a lot of mid 80's to mid 90's country. I'm not sure why.

Indians over the Mets in six. I can feel it.

Superman

This is funny shit.

The Day the Music Died

It was on this date in 1959 that Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson were killed in a plane crash on their way to a show in North Dakota.

That's not body-suit man

How truly Seinfeldian. And right here in good old Ohio to boot.

Sadness

A friend of mine lost his job today through no fault of his own. He was laid off. Small consolation. When you are the one being laid off, there probably doesn't feel like there's much difference between that and being fired. A lot of times I take for granted the fantastic job that God has provided for me. I work with great people and get to do something I really enjoy. But I often forget that there are those who aren't as blessed as I am. This serves as a reminder that, even though I sometimes get frustrated with how things go at my job, I at least have one. One that I enjoy at that. That's a lot more than many can say. The lesson here is to be grateful for what you have. You never know when the winds of change will blow.

Dieting is for losers...

...or at least for people who want to lose weight. I am no longer blessed with the metabolism I had in college. By the same token, I don't get nearly as much exercise. I've got a pretty sedentary lifestyle. With softball several months over, there isn't much to keep me active. Thus, I have started a diet...of sorts. I get Men's Health magazine and they always have ads for books and what not. Any way, a year or so ago, I ordered the Abs Diet book. It been sitting on my shelf collecting dust ever since I got it. After our biannual fitness screenings at work a few weeks ago, I found myself weighing in at over 200 pounds, the most I've weighed in my entire 28 1/2 years. Suddenly, I found myself reaching for the Abs Diet book. It actually isn't much of a diet. It more of a change in what one eats--more protein, fruits and vegetables and that sort of thing. There's also a workout plan that goes with it. According to the testimonials, the average weight loss following the plan is 10-12 lbs in the first six weeks. We'll see where I'm at come the beginning of March.

This picture was not staged. Oddly enough, he seems to like carrots. Caedon turned six months old on Friday. Time seems to have flown by. He's not crawling yet, but that doesn't appear to be far off. He weighs almost eighteen pounds and feels like he's getting bigger every day. I think we're going to have our hands full once he starts to be mobile.

Memory is a funny thing. I was on my way to work the other day after seeing my aunt on Sunday at lunch. She is the mother of my cousins who live overseas. Anyway, out of the blue, I remembered something Dominic (Germany) said the last time I saw them when they visited the US when I was eight. He was bemoaning the fact that the next time they saw all of us, he would be fourteen and we (the rest of us cousins) would all be between ten and thirteen. We all agreed that would be really old. Now we're all married and all but two have children. For one brief minute, a wrinkle of time unfolded and the past was alive. One has to wonder where memories come from. What triggers them? In this case, it was no doubt seeing my aunt. But many times, some seemingly innocuous stimuli is what turns back the clock and brings the past to life. Fearfully and wonderfully made indeed.

We finally got high speed internet access last week. The cable guy was here and installed it on Friday. No more five minute waits to load email or the blog. My connection at home is faster than our connection at work. I'm loving it.

Season's Greetings

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2007, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere . Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.

By accepting these greetings, you are accepting the aforementioned terms as stated. This greeting is not subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for herself/himself/others, and is void where prohibited by law and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wishor.

For everyone who isn't a loon, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Respect

The longer I teach Sunday school, the more my respect for pastors, youth pastors, et al grows. I teach one out of every three months and sometimes it feels like a real burden. How pastors continually find new meaning and new ways of presenting God's message is a remarkable thing. I know they get plenty of guidence from God, but still, it's an impressive bit of work. Some Sundays when I teach, people seem to be really into the lesson and are actively participating. Other mornings, they just sit there like bumps on a log. On those mornings you can almost here the crickets chirping. I know God directed me to be a teacher because of how things fell into place for it to happen. As time goes on though, I think it was more for my benefit than anything else, cause quite frankly, I don't think I'm a very good teacher. For tomorrow I prepared a lesson on David and his courage and it's ultimate source--God. I'm hoping people will take to it and there will be lively discussion. Sitting in from of twenty or more people waiting for a single answer to a simple question because no one feels like talking sucks. Sometimes I think the biggest thing God wants me to learn from all of this is patience.

To steal an idea from Brad, the Christmas season allows for the singing of some of my favorite hymns at church. I like the standard holiday fair--Joy to the World, Silent Night, etc--but my two favorite Christmas/Advent songs are One Small Child and O Come, O Come Emanuel. The music and the words for both songs strike a chord for me.

The silence is broken

Work the last month or so has been absolutely ridiculous. Our development deadline was this past Friday and I've been working frantically to get everything done by then. Happily, I was able to and can now take the next three weeks and get caught up on the smaller trivial items that could wait.

Now that I finally have some time to update the blog, there is much to be discussed. Most importantly is Caedon.




Is that the orneriest look you've ever seen or what? He is doing really well. He rolled over for the first time yesterday. I would have been more excited if it hadn't been in his crib at 5:30 in the morning. Once he rolled, he refused to go back to sleep. Daddy was less than thrilled. He's five months old today and seems like he's growing bigger every day. It's amazing how fast things have gone since he was born. He's playing with toys and eating baby food from a jar instead of just taking a bottle. The only problem he's had is that the transition to semi-solid foods has made him a little constipated. I won't get into graphic details, but let me just say that using a thermometer to help "movements" move is one of the less appealing duties of fatherhood.



You're eyes do not deceive you. That is soon-to-be-father Shaun holding Caedon. Kinser was up in our neck of the woods this weekend visiting Amy's family. Happily, he had Saturday night free and him, Nick and me were able to spend the evening together playing Halo and reminiscing about college. That was the first time in a long time that I have really missed MVNC. It has been far too long since we all got together.

I was watching ESPN last night and heard that Prince is slated to perform during the Superbowl halftime show. Are they kidding? About the last thing that comes to my mind when I think about football is Prince. It seems like they're still gun shy about getting any kind of decent halftime performer since the whole Janet Jackson nipple incident. Not that Janet and Justin Timberlake make for a decent performance. What they really need to do is book a traveling midget circus to perform acrobatic tricks to wow and amaze the crowd.

GO BUCKS!

On a tour of Florida, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the coast for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the beach in his car when there was a frantic commotion just off the shore.
A helpless man, wearing a maize and blue Michigan jersey, was struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot shark. As the Pope watched, horrified, a speedboat came racing up with three men wearing scarlet and gray Ohio State jerseys. One quickly fired a harpoon into the shark`s side. The other two reached out and pulled the bleeding, semiconscious Wolverine from the water. Then using long clubs, the three beat the shark to death and hauled it, too, into the boat.
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to the beach. "I give you my blessing for your brave actions," he told them. "I heard that there were some bitter hatreds between Wolverines and Buckeyes, but now I have seen with my own eyes that is not true."
As the Pope drove off, the harpooner asked his buddies "Who was that?"
"It was the Pope", one replied. "He is in direct contact with God and has access to all of God's wisdom.”
"Well," the harpooner said "he may have access to God`s wisdom but he doesn't know anything about shark fishing. Is the bait holding up OK or do we need to get another one?”


Little Johnny is in first grade at a school in Michigan. The day before the big game, the teacher asks who is a Michigan fan. Every student in the class except little Johnny raises their hand. "Johnny, aren't you a Michigan fan?" the teacher asks him.
"No. I'm an Ohio State fan."
The teacher is somewhat puzzled. "How can you live in Michigan and be an Ohio State fan?"
"Well," he says, "my mom is an Ohio State fan and my dad is an Ohio State fan, so that makes me an Ohio State fan."
Now the teacher is annoyed. "Well what if I told you that your mom is a moron and your dad is an idiot?"
Little Johnny doesn't miss a beat. "If that were the case, then they'ld be Michigan fans."

It's so refreshing...

that the election is finally over. No more Sunday afternoon campaign calls. No more mud slinging he-did-this-she-did-that-no-I-didn't commercials. The air smells a little sweeter now that the political posturing is done for a while. While I am disappointed that the Democrats now control the Senate and House, I'm not surprised. The Republican controlled Congress we've had the last two years has been lackadaisical at best. Coupled with that, the Chicken Little national media has apparently been able to convince the sheep that we are losing the war in Iraq. "Vietnam", they cry with much handwringing. Just yesterday, I heard the newly minted Speaker of the House talk about sending more troops in. This from the party that has repeatedly called for withdrawl from Iraq. She also promised a new era of bipartisan cooperation and honesty in Congress. I remain skeptical of both claims. The last several years have seen some of the most partisan wrangling ever. And honesty from a politician? Is there really anyone naive enough to believe that. On the upside of the turn around in the House and Senate, the Democrats now have two years to so totally screw things up that there is no way they'll be able to get their candidate elected president. It's all about the silver lining.

An educated voter is a smart voter

As I'm sure most of us know, November 7 is Election Day. Apart from the standard fare of Senate and House races at the State and national level and the gubernatorial race, there are a number of issues for Ohioans to consider this year. The link in the title will take you to an unbiased breakdown of issues 2-5. The text that will appear on the ballot for each issue and the full text of each proposal is available as well as arguments for and against each issue. This link will take you to a list of links to find information about the candidates for the Senate, House and Governor of Ohio. If you are planning to vote, and I would encourage you to do so, it would behoove you to take the time to become at least passingly familiar with the issues and candidates you'll be voting on. Whether you are a democrat, republican, independant or something else, please take the time next Tuesday to exercise one of the greatest freedoms we have as Americans.

I'm your huckleberry

Here's an interesting historical tidbit. Today marks the 125 anniversary of the gunfight at the OK corral.

And the Great Pumpkin will rise from the pumpkin patch

Well, not really, but it's a funny thought. Around this time of year, we used to go toilet papering, steal pumpkins to smash on main street and cause general headaches for the local cops. Oh to be young again. Time marches on though, and with age comes responsibility. Caedon is doing quite well. He started sleeping through the night about three weeks ago. Every day he seems to be doing something new to bring a smile to our faces. He laughs and is very active. We're starting to try to get him to roll over. He definately has my temper, as he shows when he gets hungry. We'll need to work on that as he gets older.

Work has been ridiculously busy the last month or so. This has not left much time for blogging. After coming home from a day spent in front of a computer, the last thing I feel like doing is more typing. Softball is still going. We've had more rainouts that actual games so far. Barring rain, we'll be playing four this week. At the rate things are going, it will be Thanksgiving until we're finished.

I wish just once that when a politician was asked a question, they would give a straight, no bullcrap answer. How refreshing that would be. The Congress we've had this past term has been completely worthless. Many of you are probably registered on the national 'do not call' list. Isn't it nice that political campaign calls are exempt from following the same rule as normal telemarketers? As far as doing actual work, they all appear to be to busy burying scandals they're involved in, propositioning congressional pages, or blaming the other party for all the country's ills. Meanwhile, Iraq still doesn't have a stable government, genocide continues unabated in Darfur and North Korea has nukes. Maybe they can address the baseball/steroids issue again next term. That's really pressing business. Bastards.

As for the World Series, Brad, I wish I could root for the Cardinals, but I'm afraid I can't. I'm not a big fan of Detroit, but they represent the AL Central. If they win it, that gives hope to all of us hopeless Indians fans. After all, they lost close to 120 games two years ago and look where they're at now. One day, Cleveland fans will have something to be excited about...maybe. I do hope that it goes to seven games though. That means the gap between the end of this baseball season and the start of next year is just that much shorter.

Lunacy from across the pond

As if the police don't have a hard enough time tracking down and apprehending terror (and other) suspects, their job just got a little harder in Great Britain. Anytime the police want to conduct a raid to nab Muslim terror suspects, they must brief a panel of Muslim leaders first. This panel will determine what impact the raid could potentially have on community relations. So, instead of worrying about capturing the extremists who are perverting the "true teachings" of Islam, Muslim leaders are more concerned about keeping up community morale. A case of the fox guarding the henhouse perhaps? One has to wonder what the impact would have been had a similar panel of Irish been created to help determine community impact for launching raids on IRA terror suspects. The IRA still active perhaps?

Ring, ring.
Hello?
Mustafa, this is Habib. Get out, the police are going to raid your hideout tonight.
Good thing you were briefed. We'll move to the alternate hideout and continue planning to murder more innocent people.

Updates in general

Having learned from reading posts from Obi and Brad that it is not a good idea to talk up how good your child is behaving, I won't. Suffice it to say, Caedon is doing quite well. He's almost over a cold he picked up somewhere last week. I have a suspicion that he got it from one of our nieces. He smiles a lot and moves around (kicking and waving his arms) all the time. Before we know it, he'll be crawling. He'll be eleven weeks old on Wednesday. It's been less than three months and it's already hard to remember how small he was when we brought him home from the hospital.

Despite an 0-3 start, I was fairly pleased with the Browns' play against Baltimore yesterday. They are the first team to score a touchdown on the Ravens' defense this season. But for one errant pass, they would have won. The Indians also played pretty good yesterday, giving the Rangers a spanking. Even though they're out of playoff contention, it's nice to see that they still play like it means something.

Last week, Hugo Chavez and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad waltzed into the UN and engaged in recess-like tirades against President Bush and the United States. Chavez called him the Devil and said he could still smell sulfur at the podium where Bush had been the day before. Whether or not there are legitimate complaints, conducting oneself as Chavez did seems pretty childish for the leader of a nation. What does one expect from a man like Chavez though?

Congress could vote this week on a bill that would give some broad definitions to what interrogation techniques can be used on captured terrorists. Since the Supreme Court somehow found reason to apply the Geneva Convention to the terrorists, the way that information is gathered from them has come under scrutiny. Now, I am not in favor of torturing them or anyone. If we were to do that, then we are no better than they are. Now, what specific acts constitute torture? Hard to say. I don't think that sleep deprivation and the like qualify as torture--and thus, can and should be used. If they really want to get them to talk, they should lock them in a room and play Paris Hilton's cd over and over. My guess is it wouldn't take more than fifteen or twenty minutes for them to break.

'Religion of Peace' likens Pope to Hitler

During a speech on Tuesday, the Pope made some remarks that have pissed off many in the Muslim community. Quoting the 14th century Emperor Emperor Manuel Paleologos II, the Pope said "'Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached.'" The Pope himself did not agree or disagree with the quote. In response, a minister in the Turkish government said of the Pope, "Benedict, the author of such unfortunate and insolent remarks, is going down in history for his words. He is going down in history in the same category as leaders such as Hitler and Mussolini." The Pope's remarks have sparked outrage and demonstrations in a number of Muslim nations, particularly in Turkey where he is scheduled to visit in November. Pakistan's Foreign Ministry spokeswoman added her two cents--"Anyone who describes Islam as a religion as intolerant encourages violence." Hmmm. We are too tolerant! And if anyone says otherwise, we'll kick their ass!

Much ado about nothing

It's been quite a while since I updated my blog. Life just seems to get away from me and leaves little time for the inconsequential. We spent the weekend in Ft. Wayne for the big Labor Day Mennonite softball tournament. We didn't fare quite as well as we would have liked, but we had a great time. I'm still a little sore from playing six games in two days. I'm definately not 22 anymore. This was Caedon's first trip and he did really good. He only fussed when he was hungry or messed and was much better behaved than certain other kids that went along. I could be biased, but I'm pretty sure we have the cutest kid on the planet.


Apart from the majority of my time devoted to Caedon, Melissa and work around the house, I have been able to spend a little bit of time reading and vegging. I just finished a collection of short stories by Stephen King and I'm currently working through another short story collection by one of my favorite fantasy authors. I'm still reading The Fellowship of the Ring to Caedon, although it's been a couple of weeks since we've cracked the cover. I can't wait for football to start later this week and I was quite pleased with the Buckeyes play on Saturday. If only the Browns could do so well. I don't have much sympathy for Brad or Casey when they bemoan the Cardinals pitching and play in general. Try being an Indians fan. Hey guess what, since we have no shot at the playoffs, we'll start playing really good. There's always next year I suppose.

The History Channel has got to have the best programming on TV. They've got a new series this year called Lost Worlds. The just of the show is that they use computer modeling and other modern technologies to recreate what ancient structures would have looked like in their hey day. Along with the impressive visuals is a ton of historical data about the buildings their covering. Last night, the show was about Vlad Tepes' castles in present day Romania. He is the real life tyrant that Bram Stoker based Dracula on. I was entranced.

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All your snakes are belong to us

A somewhat humorous take on a crappy movie. What you say?!

What to do in case of a terrorist attack

Helpful advice for one and all.