This was another great weekend. We went to Aberdeen and spent Saturday with some of the best people on the planet. (With Roast and Mixed drinks like we were given, how could they not be???)

Today, synchronicity appeared and led in some great decisions.  We dropped our youngest boy off at the pool, and on the way back DW and I had one of our usual "What do you want for lunch?" conversations.  This time, after all of the deductions and "I don't know, I'm hungry" kind of discussion points we decided to go to a little Filipino restaraunt. I love lumpia and Pancit.

Anyway, attached to a refrigerator door in the restaraunt (it was one of those little hole in the wall places that you really love to eat at, but the ambiance is alway in "cant afford much ambiance") was a sign for a Jeet Kune Do school.  For those of you who don't know me, I've been a martial artist for years.  But Jeet Kune Do is what I've been looking for.  I had studied it for about 6 months while I was on the ship. (JKD is the style that Bruce Lee was starting to develop when he died.  It is an integrated fighting philosophy that embraces many styles and art forms.  This fits my personality so well it is amazing).  So I'm Jazzed.  I have Lumpia and Pancit in my gut, and a lead on my passion.

Then when we go to pick the boy back up, DW finds a flier for Bellydancing Classes.  Something she has been wanting to do for years.  There is an Ice Skating Rink next door to the Pool, (another one of my loves.  Not very good at it, but like to do it.)

The greatest synchronicity in all of this is that we had almost forgotten to take the boy to the birthday party at the pool, and I normally just let DW take the boy to the parties.  All in all it was one of those great days that you go to sleep and say "Today was meant to be".

- The Rev

Our eldest son (8 years old) was running around the house the other day with a pencil between his legs.

"Put that pencil down," I tell him, "you'll pop one of your balls."

"I will not," he tells me lookin like I'm the stupidest guy on the planet.

"I would like some grandchildren someday, you know," his mom says shaking her head.

"What do balls have to do with making children?"

Jaws drop...

The wife and I look at each other.

"I'll handle this," I say as I take him upstairs to tell him the facts of life.

I will never forget the giggles on his face when I mention the penis going into the vagina.  Also, being the scientific type he asks how that makes the babies.

Well, the amusement turns to utter disgust when he hears about sperm coming out of the penis and hitting an egg.

"That's yucky," he says. 

 The day will come too soon, when that isnt so yucky anymore.  Hopefully it will still be years.

***AM your recent stories of DB inspired me to write this***

I went to see a Concert for my daughters school orchestra last night.  It was an awesome experience.  There were 30 junior high school students playing what (to me) were pretty complex arrangements, and actually playing together instead of as 30 individuals.

My daughter has been begging to play the violin for several years, but it was only a few months ago that we decided to let her play.  Since then, her passion for it has amazed me.  In just 3 months she is to the point where she is playing in the same orchestra as the kids who have been playing for years. 

She is not very commital about most things, but is very adamant that she loves the Violin, and loves the Orchestra.  I'm glad to see this come out in her.

I'm so proud of her, and happy to see that she has found a passion that is not barbies, or clothes, or any of the other prepackaged, preprocessed passions they dish out on TV.

Anyway, off to work.  Make a great day.

- The Rev

This is one of the most moving quotes. It is by Marianne Williamson, and quoted by Nelson Mandela in a speech in 1994.  The bolds are my own.

[Quoted by Nelson Mandela in a speech in 1994 and often attributed to him. The source is Return to Love by Marianne Williamson, Harper Collins, 1992. -Peter McLaughlin]

I have done it. I have fallen off the EverQuest wagon and am now once again addicted. For my friends who have been trying to get me addicted to WoW, I apologize for going back to EQ. It's nothing personal...

For those of you who don't know,  I was once so addicted to EverCrack that I played about 40 hours per week.  I even took vacation once so I could get my character advanced.  I was addicted for about 3 years, was sober for about 3 years, and I am now back on the wagon.  (Fallen to the Siren sounds of DW.)

This time things will be different... 

I vow not to start a guild.

I will exercise for at least half an hour if I'm going to play.  (Body by EQ sucks)

I will make sure the kids eat.  (My youngest became adept at making bologna sandwiches when he was 2)

Chili Cheese Fries and Nachos are off limits during gameplay...

I will keep you posted.

BTW I lost 4 pounds last week.

-The Rev