Will I have a chance to practice this weekend? Ya know, play the guitar and get ready for a few gigs? I hope so. I could use the stress reducer right about now. Then again I haven’t been around Lovely and Little Bear much this week. Why?!? I’ll just say this…this has been a long, rough week. I’m not complaining. There is nothing to complain about…I’m just making a statement. Work was never bad or hard, just very intense and demanding. Lessons went well on Monday night, but I’ve been so busy that I just realized that I haven’t sent out notes via e-mail yet. In addition to the busyness at work, I started taking on some of my future responsibilities this week with the Village…not a lot, just a few. I handle those at night.

I hope that I just get to relax a little this weekend and that I get a chance to rest (whether I sleep or not). I know that Sunday is going to be awesome. We are studying some awesome stuff about worship. Not the type of worship you think about doing at church, but what most people end up doing instead.

If I have time, I’ll fill ya in on Monday (or maybe as late as next Friday…).


Storytellin’ on “Race Weekend”

So this passed Friday night was the Storytellers up at the GVC in Gadsden. It was fantastic. Not a huge crowd, but very attentive. There were three singer/songwriters that were there to perform on Friday…Laura (my sis-in-law), Cherie (pronounced Shuh-rEE), and myself. We all played our tunes one at a time. They told me that I would start off since I was seasoned at public performance. Of course, I haven’t really played like this in a couple of years.

After the Telling of Stories gig, Lovely, Little Bear, and I grabbed a bite with my parents, Glammie and Munk. We just sat for a while, just talkin’ and catching up a little. It was great!!! Usually when we get together with my parents it is over food and we pretty much talk a few minutes before we eat and (with the baby here now) fairly soon after we eat, we leave. Not a lot of depth. But this weekend was different. They talked about their loft in Attalla, AL, and how things were going with that. We talked about how Little Bear is growing so fast and other things that are going on with us. We just had a great time reconnecting. Well, after we decided to hit the road, Lovely and I just decided to see if we could afford to stay in town for the weekend since my dad was preaching at GVC on Sunday. We went to one place….$159.00. “Hmm…not too bad. Oh, wait! That’s per night?!!! Crap, no!” Another place…$189.00 per night. A Super 8 motel with no continental breakfast, no pool or Jacuzzi, or anything…and crappy parking. $159.00 per night!?!?!? I finally broke down and asked why everything was so expensive from 11 a.m. to 10 p.m. “Talladega weekend, dude! Didn’t you know that?” So I called my brother to see if he knew a place to stay that wouldn’t be outrageous. His response? Dude, just come hang at our place. We got couches. We have a packNplay for the little’en. Just come on.

So around 11:30 p.m. we pull up in front of their hacienda. Unloaded and all, we chat for a minute or two and then off to beddy-bye-land…until 5:30 a.m. Little Bear was on her weekday schedule.

So we, Lovely, Little Bear, and I just chatted downstairs as not to wake our gracious hosts from their slumber. Good news…they have a six-month old, so they were up about an hour later. We ate some hella-good food and got ready for the day.

We didn’t have a plan for the day, but my Pop said he was going to be working on the Attalla building. So we zipped out to the Wally World to pick up a few things for Little Bear (diapers and such) and went over to see the new-old place. Its gonna be a sweet place. Later that night, Kris and LBC zip out to a get together and we offer to watch little BAC. Free babysitters? Word! Munk and Gammie brought flesh of pigs for us to dine on. A good time was had watching the little’ens.

Sunday a.m. Little Bear is up at the BUTT_CRACK at about 5:30 (when I normally wake up for work). She was having nothing doin’ of going back to bed. So…we’re up. After I get a little of the groggy off, I zip out to get biscuits for the house since they’ve so gracious as to let us heat up their couches for a couple of nights. I take little Bear with me as a Popi/Daughter trip. We get back and are headed up the front steps. I stumbled up the stairs and fell…with little Bear in my arms. Luckily, my elbow caught most of the fall. Little Bear just barely bumped her noggin. Not a scratch or bruising or lump. I felt horrible. I medicated by eating.

Church on Sunday was quite awesome. I forget how much I like the GVC. It is less polished that the DTC. It seems to make it a little more intimate and accepting…I guess. Anyway. Bruce lead the worship with some stellar 1990s Vineyard tunes that made my heart just melt, and my dad, Munk, spoke on Sunday morning. He spoke on freedom from the bondage of Satan. This was something that I didn’t really agree with theologically, but he brought a passion that I haven’t seen him have in a while and I praised God for that.

Afterwards, we grabbed a bite with my parents and just talked about life. It was good. We laughed a lot and watched little Bear be as cute as she is. There didn’t really seem to be any distractions like there usually are…it was great.

All in all it was a great weekend. I’d do it all over again…just not on race weekend.

UnSupervised Fun

It isn’t what it sounds like. The “fun” is muy sarcastic.

So here is the scoop. My super is OOT (out of town) for a conference. (By the way, SuperGB reads the Miguel El Toro Chronicles, so this should be awesome.)

Here is how it all starts today…or at least how I remember it

I get to work late due to a baby explosion. Yup, Little Bear was all loaded up in the carseat (oh, I use the work “loaded” with the most intent) and I was loading up all the stuff for the day for Lovely and Little Bear to have a fun day. I glance away and all is well. I look back as a stinch hits my nose…WHAAAAAAAAAAT THAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!?!?!?!! Yep. It was everywhere. Carseat? Soiled. Baby? Soiled. Miguel el Toro’s work clothes? Soiled.

So we rinse off the rugrat. I change clothes. Change out the carseat. Load back up in the truck and zip off to work.

Now, I knew that SuperGB was going to be gone. No sooner than I get to my desk does the drama begin.

People need to sign their loans.
People are graduating in 8 days and haven’t been through the repayment info.
I still have a MASSIVE REPORT to do for the people graduating in about 2.5 months.
Loan checks for consolidations are piled up on my desk so high I can’t see past my fan.
I have people left and right asking me about stuff.
People bringing mail to me that obviously goes to some other part of the campus all together.
People needing to consolidate.
People calling while I’m helping other people that don’t know what they are doing.

Needless to say, so far it is a heinous day and it is just now 1:10 p.m. Much like SuperGB says, “If only I had 25 hours in the day I would be breaking even.”

So. No lunch break today. Probably no lunch break this week. I have too much to do. I’ll have too many people to deal with between now and Friday. This is not to mention the Restaurant job.


By the way, life is not horrible. I had a great weekend with Lovely and Little Bear. Lovely was fantastic and beautiful as usual. Little Bear was a clingy baby all weekend…she just wanted her PopPop. We three just hung out and spent time chillin’. I wish everyday was like this passed weekend. =)

Weekendhuh? Whaa?


I don’t really remember this weekend. I mean, I was awake for it all. It just happened so fast that I couldn’t really tell you much about it. This is a run down of it.

Friday night – quick date and movie with Lovely
Saturday – take some boxes to storage shed, look for swimsuits, move a dresser, help with a big huge machine
Sunday – run massively late to church, lead the Lovelady choir in a song, sermon, songs, leave, lunch, Lovelady Center worship, groceries, home, tension, sleep (actually, no sleep, but that is almost always the case).

I don’t think I really had a day off, I mean, geez, I didn’t stop moving long enough to go to the bathroom. I had to wear depends all weekend. (I’m just kidding. I’m not like that psycho astronaut lady.)