Lots going on this week – stress levels are high. We have a big demo today to show all the progress we’ve made in the last 2 iterations, and it could be a real big boost for us, or a real issue. Cross those fingers, and say those prayers.
We’re moving on up..
To the south side… So we bought a house.
here’s the listing, and here it is on Google Maps
We move around the 10th.. so all y’all blogger peeps, mark off that weekend, cause I expect all y’all to come and help move stuff.. Except Fling, cause he’s gonna supervise ;)
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Mean People Suck.
So we went out to eat at a place that we sometimes go to, and it was later on in the evening (for us), around 7ish and it had been a really long and painful day as we couldn’t go home, since we had an open house at our house, so our kids were cranky. We go in and sit down, and after we order, but before they bring us our bread N stuff, Christian (15 months) starts to cry because he’s hungry. There was a couple sitting next to us and the man says to us “Can you take your kid outside? I’m trying to eat here.” Now I need to stop for a moment, because I do understand that if you’re trying to enjoy your meal and there’s some kid crying it can be distracting. However, I really think that the tone and attitude that he used was downright rude. The situation quickly escalated as both my wife and I took exception to his attitude, and we basically told him something to the effect of “he’s hungry, he’s tired, he’ll stop when we feed him, he is only 15 months old, cut some slack.” He quickly escalated it to telling us that if we can’t control our child, then we have no business taking him out in public, then telling us to “Shut the fsck up”. He then took his wife and moved to another table, far away from us. And as if this wasn’t upsetting enough, a woman two tables over decided that she wanted to get involved and started to insult us personally, as well as telling us that we were completely wrong in the situation. I feel that she was attempting to manipulate the situation for her personal gain, as it appeared that she complained to the manager to get her meal comped, although I didn’t verify that. My wife was very upset, and in tears, and this (needless to say) ruined our meal. That the man wanted to eat his meal in peace I can at least understand, having been in that situation myself, although when presented with that situation, I chose to move to a different seat myself, feeling that the other family had as much right to be there in a public place as I did. But the quick escalation, rudeness and complete immaturity floored me. The interjection of the other lady and the name-calling was, to my thinking completely wrong in any way shape or form. How can people put themselves into a 6 year old mindset? And when you go to dinner at a family restaraunt, can you not expect there to be children present? I guess that I’m frustrated at people being mean.
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One Year Ago…
Today, my father passed away. I was watching Shrek 2 with my daughter and wife. For the last month or six weeks I’ve been thinking ahead to this date and been wondering how I was going to deal with it. For the longest time I’ve been thinking that I would pickle my liver and sit around, thinking and crying. Now I don’t know. I keep thinking of something that one of our pastors said a while ago in service, it goes along these lines:
We all struggle with sin and difficulties, and being human we will sometimes (often times) fail. But when we do, or more importantly when we are presented with a situation where we are struggling against sin or a difficulty, then we too often think of the times we have failed at it, and think that one more failure is nothing, or that we are bound to fail at this again, so why bother trying. (As Yoda would say it: Seductive is the dark side.). But when we are in this situation, all we have to think is that we will not let it beat us this time, and I will be successful against my problem this time.
So I think more about this. Alcoholism runs in my family, and my Dad suffered from it. Drinking is something that happens a lot in my family, not alcoholism specifically, but it is a social activity that we all take part in. I guess was thinking that instead of drowning my sorrows (which, to clarify is not something I generally do), I could do something more constructive.
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Well, I got my wedding ring re-sized. Finally, I might add, as it has been about 10 months since I really lost it.. I couldn’t find it for about 4 weeks after my camping trip in august of last year and it was one of the worst feelings. I also had it inscribed with the date of our wedding, since i seem to have some kind of mental block about it. When I try to remember it, the first thing I think of is “August 28/2000”, but it’s actually the 27th. But I’m getting better, as time goes on.
Now I still think ‘the 28th” but then I do a mental correction and it’s better.
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