It looks like the guys that were gently suggesting that people "turn or burn" after the Rob Bell talk have made their way onto youtube. Check out Justin's post where you can see the video.

Labels: church

I am sort of a book collector. I don't go out and buy expensive books, but I tend to collect them when they are cheap or free. This leads us to having quite the assortment of books all over our house. Some are actually on bookshelves, but others are used more for decoration.

This evening Kim and I were decorating for Christmas. Honestly, Kim was doing most of the decorating. Well, I had to move a chair from the living-room to the dining room to make room for our tree. Upon moving the chair, I realized that I don't sit in it much. So, I decided to take a break and make use of the oft neglected seat.

So, here I am enjoying my break and I look over and see some of the books we are using for decoration. These are three books turned around backwards so that the antiquated pages are all the show and the titles are hidden. Since I have little idea what these books are about, I decide to pick one up and check it out.

I read the first chapter of a book called Morals for Ministers. The book is a collection of essays. The first essay is titled "The Truth" There were several things that stuck out to me from the pages I read. I started to comment on several of them, but decided to refrain, as I wanted to make sure that my main point in writing wasn't lost in the length.

The essay ended with a couple paragraphs that resonated with me. A previous owner of the book had underlined and scribed "amen" next to the first of the two. The language is a bit more lofty than my typical reading, but hopefully you can see beyond that to the point.

It is commonly true that when a speaker is most emphatic, when he shouts loudest and uses most adjectives, he is trying to put upon his audience by suggestion what he knows his proofs are too weak to carry.

And it is interesting and hopeful that as the last few decades have pursued the attempt to understand the history of the first and greatest Preacher of the Gospel of God (Jesus Christ), the congregations of the Church show less desire for impassioned declamation.

The most interesting part about this is that Morals for Ministers was written in 1928. So, if eighty years ago congregations desired less shouting and rhetoric, why is it that you still see so much in the Church?

Labels: church

The NC State football season came to a close last Saturday with a thorough, thirty-seven to nothing thumping by the Maryland Terrapins. The team finished the Tom O'Brien's inaugural season with a respectable 5-7 record. On the whole, I would give the team a B+.

I had low expectations coming into the season. Some of the high points were: we did better that 3-9, which was our record last year, we seemed to improve throughout the season, and most importantly, we beat Carolina. Had we managed to make it to 6-6, and gone to a bowl game, I would've given them an A.

Overall, I'm pleased. What are your thoughts on the 2007 season?

Labels: sports

My mom and dad were married, had two kids, and had gotten divorced before I could remember anything. A few years later, my mom remarried. For the rest of my life, my stepfather became my dad, and my "dad" stepped into the role of Bobby.

For as long as I can remember, Bobby and I have had an interesting relationship. He has been more of an older friend than a parent. Sort of a guy twenty years older than me that I just happen to know. We've done lot of cool things together most of which have something to do with sports. We've been to Atlanta to see the Braves play a few times and we've been to see the Carolina Panthers play a few times.

Well, this past weekend we renewed our do things related to sports tradition, and he and Brian, my brother, came to the NCSU vs Maryland football game. Kim and I go to all the home State games, and one of our friends had some extra tickets to our final game of the 2007 season, so I invited Bobby to come out with us.

As always, we got to the parking lot a few hours before game time for some tailgating. Just like any good tailgate, this one was filled with food, football tossing, and cornhole.

Trying to be inclusive, I invited Bobby to throw football with us. At some point, it hit me that this was the first time in my nearly twenty-eight years of life that I had ever thrown a football with this man, who had a part in my creation. Bobby is definitely the source of my height and my athleticism. He played several sports in high school, and by what I understand, he went on to play some sport in college.

After the game, we were walking back to the car, and we got to talking about playing sports. We're both "has beens", and that's what "has beens" do. We talked about playing sports in high school, and he said something that hit home with me. He said, "Yeah, I played basketball, baseball, and football in high school. i ran track on the weekends, and I even got talked into wrestling one season, but if I could do it all over again, I would just pick one. I was good at everything, but never great at anything." I bet I've said that a thousand times.

Since then, I can't help thinking about how little I know about him. I've also been thinking about how little I know about my mom. These two people somehow met, got married, had two kids, got divorced, all before they were twenty-two, and I know next to nothing about how all that happened. It just hit me that I am quickly approaching thirty, and I don't know very much at all about the lives of my parents when they were my age or younger.

i'm making it my goal that over the next year, I am going to learn my parents' stories.

Do you know who your parents are? Better yet, do you know who they were?

Labels: family, sports

Recently, I started watching Heroes on NBC. They have a contest going on right now where you can submit a super power that you think a character should have and if you win, they will put your character on the show.

This got me to thinking, not necessarily about what power I would like to see on the show, but more about what power I would like to have if I could have one. I came up with this one... I would like to have the ability not to need to sleep.

I don't want the curse of not being able to sleep. I just want it to be a power I can turn off and on. I love napping on the couch on Sunday afternoons whilst watching golf or football, but I am often annoyed by the need to sleep during the week when I have things that I want/need to get done. I don't think my super power would make for good TV, but it could come in handy.

So, my question to you is... What power would you choose?


NOTES:
* I realize that I only want this power because I am over committed and I have not set healthy limits for myself. Maybe I need someone to repeatedly tell me, "You don't have to live this way."

* I'm assuming you don't already have any super powers. If I am mistaken, you can just tell us which you already possess, but you can't take any more. That would just be greedy. Maybe you could trade with someone like a White Elephant gift exchange.

Labels: entertainment, indiscriminate

Kim and I wrapped up year three yesterday. We didn't waste any time. We jumped right into year four this morning.

I thought I would take a walk down memory lane and recap the previous year's highlights. (This is kind of all over the place.)

Near the end of year two, we bought a house^, started a church plant^, and found out we were going to have a baby^. So, needless to say, year three started off with us in transition.

The beginning of year three found us, thankfully, at the end of a horrendous NC State football season. Though the football games were bad, the company was always good. We have some incredible friends^ and we spend several Saturdays during the fall rejoicing in and suffering through the ups and downs of the roller coaster that is being an NC State fan. The transition continued as NC State decided to replace their football coach, which left us all with dreams of better days to come.

December brought more change as our fledgling home group combined forces with another home group to form a single group where we would combine our forces like Voltron. The merge gave us an opportunity to work closely with some really good friends in our attempt to become better learners, lovers, and givers. Though frustrating at times, this year has been great as Kim and I have journeyed together and with our home group trying to find our place in God's story, discover our gifts, and put them to use serving others.

December also brought our friends, the Smiths, into our neighborhood. They purchased a home about three tenths of a mile from ours. I have really enjoyed growing closer to them through out this year. They too found out they were going to have a baby shortly after moving into their home. It has been incredible seeing Kim and Mandy's friendship deepen as they both tried to figure out how to be a pregnant woman and now as they both try to figure out how to be moms. Daniel and I ride to work together and talk about building stuff and sports. That's deepening our relationship, right?

In January, we gained a roommate. John moved in with us while he counted down the days until his wedding. He was an excellent roommate. He never really was an inconvenience, except for that time that he woke us up with his screaming and had his EMT friends over at three o'clock in the morning. Having someone else live in your house makes you evaluate how you treat one another. I was pleased that for the most part Kim and I were able to be the same way with John there as without him there. He would tell you that he thinks we treat each other great, which I would agree with. He's probably lucky that he only woke us up with his screaming once. We've learned with having a baby that getting woken up consistently by another person screaming at three o'clock in the morning can make for some necessary apologies later in the day.

February, March, April, and May went by in a blur. I turned twenty-seven. Kim turned twenty-eight. John got married and moved out. Kim took a trip on a train for the first time. I played flag football in the Carolina Panthers Stadium. Kim's belly grew bigger and bigger, and we took classes to learn how to birth.

June... June rocked our world. A few years ago we went to Florida with a Mustang and came back with an Escape. This time, we took a trip to Florida to gain a brother-in-law and we came back with a human. Palmer Hayes Smith, due on July 2, came an entire month early on June 2. Having a baby a month early and in a different state was not a subject that they covered in the Preparing for Child Birth classes. So, there we were "parents".

We found blessing in a odd place. Palmer was kept in the NICU for a week after he was born. Normally, this is not a good thing. However, for us, our child was not high risk. Though it was stressful and scary at times, it was a week where we got to learn how to feed, change, and care for our son under the guidance of the extremely kind and helpful nursing staff.

June brought another couple into our neighborhood, and eventually into our home group. Jeramie and I have been friends for decades, and that's heard to do when you are only 27. So, it is great to have him and Joye so close.

The following months were full of sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and trips to the doctors office. But they were also filled will helping hands from friends and family, smiles, coos, and a million pictures. Somewhere in the midst of the baby stuff, we did take a trip to Florida for Kim's ten year high school reunion and we took a trip to the mid-west for a funeral and to visit friends.

This year has had its fair share of additions to our community, but the map is filling up with places to visit as our friends move away to explore new paths in their lives. In August, we packed up Jon and Meredith and sent them off to Philadelphia for law school.

It has been quite the year. In the grand scheme of things, three years doesn't sound like that long, but looking back it seems like a lot has happened in those three short years. Kim and I have an awesome relationship. I feel very blessed to have her as my wife, my mate, and especially as my friend. People say that the first year of marriage is always the hardest. Well, the first year for Kim and I was a breeze. I can say without a doubt that this past year was the hardest of our three. However, it was also the greatest year, not just of our marriage, but also of my life.

Thank you God for blessing me with such a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, a great family and better friends than I could ever ask for. Amen.

Labels: family

Often when I walk through the aisles of the grocery store with Kim, I am drawn to yellow, grainy substance found somewhere between the flour and the sugar, better known as cornmeal. I think, "I really like cornbread. I should buy some of that stuff and try to make some cornbread." Recently, I took the plunge and I actually bought some cornmeal.

The package I bought was labeled "Old Time Stone Ground Cornmeal". I have this picture in my head of an old man making a donkey walk around in circles to turn a huge stone wheel that is crushing corn into bits. There's a good chance that my cornmeal did not come from a manufacturing process like that given that I paid less than a dollar for the entire package. There's also a good chance that the image of the donkey pulling the stone wheel comes from the House-Autry commercials they show on the jumbotron at Carter-Finley.

So, for those of you that stuck with me, here's my point. I have followed the directions on the cornmeal package twice, and both times I have been disappointed in the resulting cornbread. I'm not sure what is wrong with it, but it just not all that good. So, I am looking for some tips on cornbread making. I realize that the majority of the people that read my blog are not making cornbread on a regular basis, nor do they particularly care about reading about someone making cornbread, but you all have mom's or grandma's that have probably made some delicious cornbread. So, if you don't have any advice, ask them and get back to me.

In the meantime, here's a pretty funny video about cornbread.

Cornbread Samurai


NOTE: The guys that made this video are from Wilmington, NC.

Labels: indiscriminate

On Saturday, I came in from playing basketball to find Palmer in his swing, intently watching the Michigan-Ohio State game. Kim was upstairs doing something. So, it was funny to find him sitting there watching the game. It was like he had come down, turned on the TV and plopped down in his favorite chair to watch the game.

In other news...

NC State lost, both in football and basketball, this weekend. Boo.

We held our 1st Annual Visio Dei vs. Hope Turkey Bowl. Visio Dei came out on top 57-44. For those that may not know, Visio Dei was planted out of Hope Community Church last year. So, obviously, we couldn't let them beat us. Aside from a few disputes about the amount of contact that was allowed, we got through the afternoon without much of the bickering that usually comes along with twenty-five guys running around on a field. Overall, I think everyone had a great time. Here are some pictures.

Labels: baby, sports

Last night, I ruined my status an amateur eater.

We went to South Point Mall to meet the Rowes. Matt had to go there to participate in a survey. This means he comes in and gives his opinion and they give him cash.

Well, when we got there, we found that Traci had decided to participate in a different survey. She had to give her opinion on a Boston Market frozen dinner, for which she would be given $5. As we sit in the waiting room, Traci yells from the back that we should do a survey, too.

This prompted an older Eastern European lady into action. My guess is that she gets paid to get people to fill out surveys, and Traci just made her job easy. Only one person per household was allowed to participate in the frozen dinner survey. Kim was completely okay with letting me be their guinea pig. She's not quite as adventurous as I am, and honestly we did not know what we were getting into.

So, Kim and I go into this room with Lisa, the survey administrator with the thick accent. She begins to ask me questions and it is determined that I will try a Boston Market Salisbury Steak frozen dinner and give my opinions about.

I had to answer questions beforehand, cook the meal, eat it, and answer questions afterward. So, what it boils down to is that I got a free meal, which was really good, and I got paid five bucks to eat it. That is a pretty good gig. Too bad I can't participate in those amateur eating contests anymore.

Labels: indiscriminate

Several months ago, I was semi-forced into doing some cleaning at my house. This was not the kind of cleaning where you pick up around the house and vacuum, but the type of cleaning where you have to open the closet, see all the junk you have accumulated, and then you have to do something about the mess that you have been hiding behind those doors.

In my cleaning, I found my five gallon water bottle that I had used to collect change, back when I was a server/bartender1. The water jug was about 1/4 full. Later, I poured all the change out onto the floor and pulled out all the quarters. The quarters alone totaled close to $200.

The joy of counting my loot quickly faded when I moved from sorting the quarters to sorting the other denominations. It was at this point that I had the idea that I should donate the rest of my change to something. I had the clever, if not corny, thought that my change could help change the world. I wasn't quite sure where, or to what cause, I was going to donate my change, but I did have a plan for possibly gaining more change while I tried to come up with a good destination for these coins that so longed to get back in to circulation.

I took the water jug, which was now somewhere near 3/16 full, to the Visio Dei building. I sat it next to the coffee dispensers2. My hope was that people would see the change jar next to the coffee and drop in whatever change they had in their pocket, sort of in exchange for the coffee. I put an extremely ambiguous sign on the jar that said something like Change: It's What's For Dinner. Sorry, wrong marketing campaign. It said Change: To cause to be different. I had found that definition on the internet and thought it was as good as anything else to put on the water jug as a label.

The jar set there for a few months. Every time I would come to the building, I would make it a point to bring change in and I would add it to the jar. I'm not sure anyone else ever added anything to the jar on their own accord. Jason would add stuff to it when I was around. I think he wanted to support me and my unknown cause, or maybe he just pitied me. Either way, he added to the funds.

This abruptly ends chapter one of my story.

1. back Since leaving the food service industry and entering a nearly cashless existence, my water jug had been neglected and left to live a sad life in the bottom of a closet under old clothes, blankets, and boardgames. My uncovering of the water jug was a joy filled event. I was like a pirate that had just discovered his lost treasure.


2. back We serve coffee at our Sunday morning gatherings. We give it away.

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Yesterday, this was announced: "A US federal grand jury has charged baseball record breaker Barry Bonds with perjury and obstruction of justice over an inquiry into steroids use."

In my ignorance, I am annoyed by this1. Can someone please explain to me why my tax dollars are being wasted on an investigation into whether or not some athlete "cheated"?

I do not support lying to a jury while under oath, or even while not under oath. I think people that are found to be lying while giving sworn testimony should be charged with "perjury and obstruction of justice". The problem I have is this, I don't understand why Barry Bonds was even under oath, giving testimony on whether or not he "knowingly" used steroids.

Someone please help me see how this is a good use of my tax dollars.

1. back This is not a statement of my position on the "Did Barry Bonds cheat?" issue. I'm not even sure that I have an official position on that. If I did, it might look like indifference.

Labels: politics, sports

Do yourself a favor and listen to the talk Donald Miller gave at Mars Hill this past Sunday. Go here to check it out. It rocked me.

Labels: church

So, in my last post, I talked about the new electric lawn mower. I was talking to a friend of mine and we got into a brief discussion about which is better the gas version or the electric version. I have thoughts on the matter, but I thought I would ask for your opinions.

So, what is the best type of lawn mower? The definition of "best" is open to interpretation.

Labels: indiscriminate

Well, it is more of a tool than a toy.

On Monday, a lady posted that she was giving away an electric lawn mower. She indicated that it had a small mechanical problem, but that it "sort of" worked. I told her I would take it. I figured I would look into fixing it, and if I couldn't, I would get rid of it.

I picked the mower up from her on Tuesday. She gave me a quick run down of how it works, how you charge it, and what was wrong with it. I loaded it up and drove it home. It looked like a nice mower, but I wasn't sure if the "broken" part would be something I could fix.

When I got home Kim helped me unload it. Once we had it out, we decided to give it a try. The thing started up on the first try. We were kind of shocked. We stopped it, and on the the second attempt it failed like the lady had described. It took me all of five seconds to see the problem, which is not really a problem. It is more of an annoyance, at best.

There is a lever on the right side of the handle that you must press down to start the mower. The mower cuts off when that lever comes back up. There is a second lever on the handle that you pull towards you before depressing the starter lever. This second lever is much like the gas lever on a typical mower.

So, here's the problem...

When you pull the one lever toward you and then depress the starter lever, there is a small piece that shifts over to block the starter lever from returning to its original off position while the second lever is engaged. When you let go of the second lever, the blocking piece shifts back to its original position and the starter lever is allowed to return to its off position. The "broken" part is that sometimes that blocking piece does not shift over into the blocking position. The solution... Jiggle the handle, while holding both levers down, until the blocking piece engages.

I was able to mow my entire yard and the thing never turned off once. As far as I can tell, there is nothing else wrong with the mower.

Someone mentioned that those mowers are usually pretty expensive. So, I looked it up online. I found that the mower I got for free sales for $400. When I told Kim that, she said, "Well, it looks like you got a good deal."

Does anyone have any experience with electric lawn mowers?

Labels: indiscriminate

On the way home from the Not For Sale Campaign event tonight, I saw Christmas lights for the first time this year. Seriously folks. It is November 8th. We still have a major holiday to go before Christmas. Or, maybe those were Thanksgiving lights.

Labels: indiscriminate

Early Victim of Strike: ‘Office’ Originals End Next Week

This is how much I keep up with the news, I didn't even know that there was a writer's strike.

I think that when they come back, the first episode should include Dunder-Mifflin employees going on strike and make it the episode some sort of satire about the writer's strike.

If NBC is listening, I can start writing scripts in the meantime.

What's the word for that... a carpetbagger? No, maybe I would be considered a scab.

Anyway, I think it would be a bad idea. First, half the actors are also writers, which would leave me with a episode where half the Dunder-Mifflin employees would have to be out sick for the day. I guess I could come up with something though.

Maybe Phylis and Angela get into an argument about something. Let's say Angela finds out that Phylis and Bob Vance (Vance Refrigeration)are getting a dog, which leads to Angela finding out that Phylis hates cats (and those pictures of babies dressed up in costumes). This leads to the heated argument, which leads to the planning of a fight in the warehouse at lunch time. (I know this is similar to the scene where Dwight and Michael fight at the Karate dojo, but people like violence.)

The fight scene would include a ring made out of boxes of paper. Stanley would be the referee. There would be special appearances by: Randy Couture as a friend of Bob Vance, who comes in to coach Phylis, Halle Berry, who comes to let Angela borrow her Catwoman suit for the fight, and Micheal Vick because he can't stay away from a good fight.

Like I said, me writing scripts would be a bad idea. So, can the WGA and the TV big-wigs work this thing out, please.

Labels: entertainment

My lunch today was terrible, both in health value and in flavor. I don't think I've ever met a pizza that I didn't like this much. I guess I should've went for the salad bar.

In other news, I threw two interceptions in my flag football game and we lost. Oops. One went to a guy who is getting married today1. So, it was kind of like a wedding present.

1. back I don't know the whole story. His girl friend said they had thought about getting married this Saturday, but that is the same day as the NCSU-UNC game. So, they decided to take care of it today. Awesome.

Labels: indiscriminate

Jason posted about his medium sized miracle. I have a small miracle of my own. I have shaved three days in a row.

I have told countless people that one of the main things that I like the most about my life is that I can wear the same clothes to work, to "church", and to play. Another benefit of my situation is that if I don't want to shave, I don't have to. I usually get around to it about once a week, sometimes I go longer than that. When I let it go for awhile, I get comments like, "You growing a beard?". To which my response is usually, "Uhh... No. I'm just lazy."

Recently, Palmer has become more aware of his surroundings. While I hold him, he whips his head back and forth checking out all that is going on around him. The kid is a "wiggle worm". Well, I have found that he is not a huge fan of whipping his head around and having his face rub against my scruff. It often results in a scream and me having to comfort him.

The way I see there are at least two solutions. One, I could grow my beard out to the point that it is softer. This is an option, but the last time I grew out my beard, it came in red. This is only a problem because the hair on my head is not red. I liked the beard, but not the difference in color. Maybe I could grow out the beard and shave my head or color the beard.

The second option is to stay clean shaven. This one is tough because it takes effort and I'm not really into that kind of stuff. But, I'm giving it a shot. I shaved with a razor two days ago and my plan is to maintain with my electric razor. I can run that over my face in about a minute and be good to go.

We'll see how long this lasts.

Labels: indiscriminate

Remember how in US History class you learned about Abraham Lincoln, the Civil War, and the Emancipation Proclamation. Remember how the Emancipation Proclamation was supposed to end slavery in the US. Well...

Today it is estimated that 27 million people live a life of slavery, globally. Don't think for a second that some of those people are not in the US. Just because we live in a country where people are no longer forced to work the fields of a plantation doesn't mean that men and women and children aren't forced to do horrible things against their will.

I am not undermining the fact that the Emancipation Proclamation had a profound impact on millions of people. It did. It helped shape our nation. I'm just saying that we need to put aside naiveity and open our eyes to the injustices that surround us.

Modern day slavery puts on a different mask. Slaves can still be found in the fields, but they can also be found in the basements and attics that have been transformed into sweatshops. They are found in the kitchens of restaurants. They are found locked in suburban homes waiting for 'Johns'. They are found on the streets in your local red light district. They are there. You just may have not recognized them as slaves because they didn't look like the slaves from your history books. I didn't.

Some friends of mine are hosting an event this Thursday night, November 8, 2007 at 7PM, in hopes to bring this injustice to light. They are bringing in David Batstone and the Not For Sale Campaign to give a talk on modern day slavery and how we should be reacting to this injustice. Batstone is the author of the book Not For Sale and has traveled the world investigating the slave trade.

Please come out and listen to his talk and see his presentation.

Thursday, November 8, 2007, 7PM
117 S. West Street, Raleigh, NC map

Labels: activism

So, like I said we are attempting to reduce the amount of mail we create. This goes for sending and receiving. Though we do still pay a few bills through the mail and my wife still insists on sending out Thank You cards1.

We feel that reducing our mail throughput helps in a few ways. It's reduces the amount of paper waste, but it also reduces the amount of resources used to transport the mail, and operate the mail system. I wonder how many mail trucks run everyday in the US? Do any of you have a mailman that delivers on foot?

Here are a few things we are doing. These are not earth shattering ideas, but they are a start. Maybe you can add your own ideas.

1. Receive and Pay Bills Online
Like I said, nothing earth shattering here. A lot of people have moved to using online bill pay for the convenience, but it also helps to reduce the amount of mail we produce. We have moved to paying almost all of our bills online, and we have elected to have as many as possible sent to us electronically. That way we reduce some mail two fold.

Update for the hard nosed old schoolers, it's safe to pay for things over the internets. Though there are "hackers" out there, the chances that they care about your bank account are very slim. They have better things to do. Also, there are online bill pay services that make keeping up with and paying your bills easier than ever. A good place to start might be with your bank's web site.

2. Stop Getting Those Monthly Statements
Charities are some of the worst offenders when it comes to extraneous mail. We give monthly to a few organizations, all of which we do by EFT (electronic funds transfer). So, we pay them straight from the bank account, but what do they do? They send us a statement telling us that we sent them money. Really? We have asked the organizations to either send us the statement electronically, or not at all. Sure, we'll take one statement per year for tax purposes, but if possible, we'll take that electronically as well.

The charities we give to randomly are worse. I have enough address labels to cover my entire body with them. Does any one else have this over abundance of address labels problem? I even have one organization that sends me two things every time they have a mailing. I told them to stop wasting my my donations on extra mailings, or I will never give them another dime.

3. Recycle the Junk
It seems like no matter what, I am always going to get some mail that I do not want. I found on the City of Raleigh web site that you can recycle junk mail. So, I have started putting anything that does not have personal information on it in the recycling bin. This includes the envelopes, the inserts, the ads, and all the other junk that comes along with the statements that I didn't want in the first place.


So, those are a few steps we have taken. Feel free to expound on those, or to add your own ideas. Individually, we might not make that much of a difference, but collectively, we have the opportunity to save trees and fossil fuels just by being more responsible about our mail.

1. back I don't get it, but I don't fight it. You've got to choose your battles and that's not one I am going to win. It's just one of her things. She likes to do it. So, I just let it go. I love you honey.

Labels: green

This picture makes it hard for me to be upset about the twenty bucks I spent/wasted on a costume for my son who will not remember ever wearing it.


Update:
He's a monkey with a banana on his head.



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