Saves the Day (am I old?)

Jo and I went to see one of my favorite bands, Saves the Day, last night.  They played right her in Chapel Hill (Carrboro actually, but the Cat's Cradle is just barely in Carrboro).  Throughout the evening, I had several thoughts that make be realize that I must be getting older:

Its too late - Its Friday night, I just worked all week.  Its already dark outside and its cold.  I would love to fall asleep here on the floor.  If it wasn't one my favorite bands and if the show was more than just a few minutes away, I might stay home.
Its too loud - Wow, it's loud.  Is it just me, or is it loud?  I think it would sound better if it weren't so stinking loud.  I mean, the vocals would be much better if it weren't so loud.  Who's running sound here?  Is it loud?
Its too crazy - I hope the mosh pit stays where it is.  I don't want to get kicked in the head.  I'm not 18 anymore.  18 year olds think its cool to get kicked in the head at a show, because they can brag to their buddies.  If I get kicked in the head, I might have to go the ER.

The show was killer.  And it was good to get out and see some live music, something I don't do nearly as much as I want to.  I don't really think I'm old, but I'm definitely not young as I used to be, and never will be.  Before I know it I'll be hitting to the 4:30 Shoney's buffet and going to bed after Jeopardy.

donkeys

Here's my latest conversation with Adelle:

Adelle: Is it okay to kick a donkey?
Me: I don't know; I've never thought about it. 
Adelle: Do some people kick donkeys?
Me: I don't know, maybe somebody has.
Adelle: Why?
Me: I don't know.  Like I said, I've never thought about that before. 

Note: I'm not sure exactly why she asked this, but we had a conversation yesterday about the fact that donkeys have been know to kick people.  I guess she's been thinking about that.  Like I've said before, I don't make these things up. 

unfulfilled and fulfilled at the same time

I have a job I do not like.  It is not fulfilling and also frustrating.  But I get paid to do it.  I often think, 'wouldn't it be nice to get paid to do the things that I love to do?'   But that may never happen.  In reality however, I'm already doing the things I love and already giving my life to some pretty important things.  And no one's paying me to do them.  I don't get paid to be a father or a husband or to serve Greenleaf VIneyard or to make music with fellow Greenleafers or to care about people.  But those are the things I love and enjoy.  I may never get paid to do what I love, but that's fine; some things can never be measured on a monetary scale. 

the end of the world

I had this conversation about the end of the world yesterday with Adelle my five year old:

Adelle: How is the world going to end?
Me: Its going to explode or something like that.  Basically its going to stop working.  But Jesus will make it all new again. And it will last forever and no one will ever die again.
Adelle:  But what if somebody swords you in the throat?  Would that kill you?
Me: I never thought of that.

Notes: She didn't know how to say 'stab you in the throat with a sword', so she coined the phrase 'sword you in the throat.'  Honest to goodness.  That is what she said.  I can't make up stuff this funny.  I love my kids!!

2 new blogs

My friend Ryan put some ideas in my head about blogging.  So I started 2 new ones:
the deserts that our lives have become
Tasty Poblanos

I have several reasons for these new blogs:
To get things out of my head
To give myself a consistent creative outlet
To become a better write by writing consistently
And honestly, I want to see if blogging can be profitable


The first blog has things I've written, books reviews, etc.  The second has movie reviews and things related to movies.  Please visit them, bookmark them, add them to your feed,  whatever. One thing I can't tell you is to click on the ads.  If you did that, I would make money.  Thanks!

dinosaurs

Evie's fascinated with dinosaurs.  Here's a conversation we had when I was putting her to bed one night:

Evie: What happened to the dinosaurs?
Me: They all died.
Evie: Why?
Me: I don't know, they just died.
Evie: Where are they now?
Me: Well, their bones are buried in the ground.
Evie: How did they get there?
Me: They just got there.  You see, the dinosaurs all died and over time the dirt covered their bones.  So that's how they got in the ground.
Evie: But who put them there?
Me: No one put them there.  They're just there.
Evie: Did people put them there?
Me: No, no one put them there.
Evie: But how did they get in the ground?
Me: Good night Evie.

funny things Evie has said

Evie is 3 which means she says some hysterical stuff.  Here's a sampling of things she's said recently:

the weather
Evie (looking out the window one morning): Daddy its soggy outside.
Me: 'Soggy'?  Oh I think you mean 'foggy'.
Evie, Yeah, foggy

plants
Evie: Daddy, plants really love oil.
Me: Oil?  What?
Evie: Yeah, they love oil.
Me: Do you mean 'soil', like dirt?
Evie: Yeah soil.

the BK drive thru (as we moved away from the place where you order and drove up to pay)
Evie: Daddy, why was that computer talking?
Me: What? 
Evie: The computer was talking.
Me: Oh sweetie that wasn't a computer, it was a person talking to us.  We told him what we wanted and he talked to us. 
(she honestly though I was talking to a computer.  Shows how infrequently we go to the drive thru).

My life would be much less fun without my children