Time to Blog

It's been too long since my last post.  It's going to sound more depressing than I am.  It's going to sound like therapy.  Sorry folks, but all the things I've been thinking of blogging about are coming up, bulimia-style.  

Las Vegas:

Hot, skanky, excessive

Cirque du Soleil:

Magical, bliss, inspiring

Church carpet:

Makes me cry

Diets:

suck, mean, hate

Being fat:

sucks, depressing, hate

Weeds:

Grow, spread, ugly

Body aches:

Punishment, aggravating, discouraging

Getting old:

Giving up dreams

Spouse:

Wonderful, thoughtful, kind

J:

Independent, resilient, faithful

j:

Love, messy, emotional

Playing horn:

Practice, Endless, Practice

TV:

Addictive, escape, caution

Bulimia:

Would love to know

I just found out, Jamie's been pooping his pants during the night or naps, because he was too afraid to wake me up to go to the bathroom.  He was sensitive to all the yelling at Joel that we did about getting out of bed, that he's too afraid to do what he needs to take care of himself.  That explains a lot.  It makes me sad when the kids reflect my bad behavior in coping mechanisms.  

Ah well.  A new week.  We'll see if I can do something to improve things.

So you think you can dance.

Harlan had an awesome trombone solo on "It's not easy being green." He got the biggest applause.  We loved the whole night of happy big band music.  And the boys were so inspired to strut out their moves on the dance floor.    

(You'll have to imagine the audio.)

Sunbreak

Summer in the northwest cannot be beat.  I get vacation fever every year about this time.  But whenever I try to think of where to go, I can't find anywhere nicer than home.  It's the perfect temperature 95% of the summer, the perfect humidity, and it's colored with fantastic vegetation.

So, here we are loving our backyard.  Would you come join us so we don't have to leave?