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Three things:

First thing: have you ever heard of Hiren's Boot CD? Probably not. If you even care a little bit, i'll elaborate. Even if you actually care, and aren't just humoring me, i'll still probably annoy you by elaborating too much.

Second thing: i went to my new dentist today (i walked! It's cool to walk places, even in the torrential rain) and he's kind of a jerk to his assistants. Maybe that's just my soft-hearted social worker mentality, and in reality he's just professional...? However, he's an artisan! He used some harsh words to describe some of my previous dental work (which was done by a totally super nice guy) like "ill fitting". I had a cavity in one of my incisors, and the repair is amazing.

You know, dental work is a great deal like body work. There's etching, molding, drilling, color-matching, filling, shaping, grinding, smoothing and polishing! No painting... so that makes it different from body work. Plus, when you're doing teeth, you're all up in a living human being's mouth. That's different. Heh - when i first started as a mechanic, i used to feel all shy and awkward lifting a car hood and messing with stuff. I felt somehow like i was invading the customer's privacy, like i was unzipping their fly or something. I really used to feel a bond to my cars.

Third thing: i'm really glad there's more Mexicans living around here, because when i go into Save-A-Lot now they have a nice selection of Mexican food that i wouldn't have been able to find a year or so ago. Wait... that's not true. I would have been able to find chorizo and chili asado, but i would have actually have had to drive down to south Grand Rapids where there's a couple Mexican groceries... and actually interact with some Mexicans... and speak Spanish... rats. Maybe i'm glad, but i should get off my butt and go actually seek out different cultures instead of going to my same comfortable White America stores. Except Save-A-Lot is so not a White America store, so that's cool, i guess.

Third and a half thing: avocados are so yummy.

Pink bat

There's a pink bat i made out of Play Do. Having said that, i need to go to bed, because i'm supposed to be at work, supportive and therapeutic, in five hours. And i can't think of anything which would be fast to write besides this... which is only fast to write because i'm gonna quit now.

Owie day

Zane is one of those babies which always looks kind of happy with something or other. Well, usually. When he's not complaining about being hungry, tired, or... say... nearly having been thrown down the stairs. When those things are not going on, he's always looking kind of happy. Like he's thinking of a dear friend.

What's that you say? Why did i bring up nearly having been thrown down the stairs? Hmm... do you ever wonder, while you're carrying a scalding hot cup of coffee and a camera what would you do if you tripped? You'd be able to minimize the damage to one of those two things, but probably not both, and you'd have to be Jackie Chan or something to avoid spilling the coffee and not banging the camera around. Well, today i was carrying Zane and the car seat down into our basement today to do laundry. Zane because i like taking him places, and the car seat because he doesn't like lying on whatever detritus of domesticity happens to be on our basement floor at the moment. The top of our stairs tends toward the labyrinthine, since that's where we store dog food, a card table, boxes to recycle... so even though i never misstep, it's within the realms of the possible (preordained?) Yes, i misstepped. It happened within a tenth of a second, but i have a couple crystal clear images from that time - the baby seat rocketing down the basement stairs, trading it's momentum to keep me at the top of the stairs, i'm sure... and Zane kind of flailing around as my entire being centered on keeping him SAFE!!! Yeah, i caught him, his injuries are a pink bump on his forehead, and a scrape on his foot. I scraped my arm and dented my self confidence.

So what's up with babies? Isn't it weird that they're so totally unaware of what's happening to them? Zane knows if he's happy or not, and expresses himself with enthusiasm if not precision, but if he's upside down, right side up, hot, cold, hungry, tired... he's so immediately aware of these things, without the framework to really understand them. As far as i know.

I remember being very young and seeing my parent's macaw perched somewhere above my bed or crib. I remember trying to grab it because it was pretty and red, but of course it was perched well out of reach... but the fact that my hand was obviously, visibly touching the bird yet i was not touching the bird was really confusing to me. I also remember being miserable one time in my mom's arms, getting into a bus or jeep and sitting on her lap and being much much happier. I also remember an elated feeling when i was walking for the first time, but that's really foggy. Foggier, i should say.

Um, besides those stories (which have you totally absorbed, i'm sure), i've got to report that Houston and Katrina have been amazingly naughty today. Katrina threw a rock at Houston. Houston hit Katrina. Houston pushed Katrina down on the sidewalk where she bloodied her nose and actually scratched her front tooth. I could see little white scratches where her tooth had hit concrete!!! What's frustrating for me about that one was that i was yelling "HOUSTON STOP" the whole time. Grrr.

Talking.

There's my little girl being so cute. I looked at her a couple times today and was impressed by how totally cute she really is. When i tell her she's pretty, she kind of looks nonplussed and goes on with her day. Hmm, so does Karen...

We got to hang out with grown up friends today! Y'know, i like my family on both sides, but we don't get to see the Moores in Kentucky very often, and we don't talk about much deep stuff when we're with Karen's family (Eric and i have an unspoken rule... whoops, i'd better not speak it). So it was nice when Karen and Karla and Linda (who's birthday it is, but i can say to her, feeling wise and experienced, "I remember when I was your age. Back then we didn't have Pentium 4") took the three hundred sixty eight kids downstairs allowing me and Kieth and Andrew to talk about theology and other stuff. Like Gravity's Rainbow.

You know, Karen and i used to go over to people's house and talk and kind of forget to leave until two or three in the morning. That's not happening anymore. Even if we got a babysitter, we've still gotta get up with the kids, right? So i really miss that. Beth still comes over sometimes and stays until way past midnight, and that's awesome. But she doesn't do it very often, and she's got scheduling conflicts of her own. Like, the scheduled time to sleep can be encroached upon by her scheduled time to be at work. Lucid.

Maybe when our oldest kid is in his or her early teens, we'll be able to vacate the house all night, come home, and sleep in until noon the next day. Does that ever happen?

UT!

Whoops! I've been playing Unreal Tournament for a couple hours now when i should have been interacting with my family. The original. UT99, as it's know among the cognoscenti. And it's much easier when i have my killa mouse and it doesn't hurt that my computer is fast enough to encode video and do probably two or three instances of UT99 at the same time. Mmm, fast hardware and old games.

We got our tree all decorated, Karen put the nativities out, and she's been playing Christmas music. I will try very hard this Christmas season to avoid my regular bout with extreme cynicism about Christmas and materialism. Grr... must fight... I wrote a whole paragraph of cynical stuff on accident just now. I'll try to keep that under control.

Wonky Tree

Wow, i totally can NOT believe we didn't take any pictures of our tree last year. Oh wait, i fired up Picasa and found that we did did take pictures, i just didn't post them. Figures - last year this time i was in the middle of a really difficult stretch of time at work which preceded that psycho crazy girl pulling out my dreads. Oh man, what a freaking nightmare.

So anyway, today was about a thousand degrees warmer than it was last year (i'm not exaggerating, i'm using hyperbole. Plus, wind chill - duh) so we got to stroll about the pricker vine* infested Christmas tree field in pleasant sun warmed comfort. The whole day rocked, really, with the weather. Plus, i took my Big Desktop of Heaviness and Mass to work, along with our svelte notebook and connected them and played multiplayer games with the kids. I dominated. Yeah, totally unfair, but it's nice to dominate something, however unbalanced the playing field.

Um... oh yeah. Last year our tree was incredibly weird. It was sprawly and random, with oddness exuding from its pine oil fragranced pores. I'd like to believe i was not the only one who fell in love with that tree. Karen said we can make it a tradition to get a... how does she put it... reject baby. Reject baby? That can't be right, but it's something like that. So this year we got one with a silly long twig bewhiskered trunk with an unruly coif of branches spewing enthusiastically into a vague cone shape. We like it. But they still asked for full price, seven bucks, so that's okay. I said with ironic overtones: "I found the perfect tree!" The Carhart wearing tree seller feller chuckled quietly and said "I found the perfect customer!" Dang it, i'm starting to write all pretentiously weird like Pynchon. Oh man, that Gravity's Rainbow is not an easy read.


*what are those things? They untie your laces, drag at your cuffs, and hurt with little flames of agony when you try to pull them away from a tree trunk area! I still have a thorn embedded in my right index finger.

Happy Thanksgiving, for rizzle

I give thanks, for my in-laws with whom i got to spend the holiday, for the nice stuff we have like "food" and "a roof" and "reliable transportation". Yeah, we're coddled here in the richest nation ever, where modest lifestyles like ours would seem astonishingly luxurious to pretty much everyone in history. Until the bubble bursts, that is. It's kind of scary what's being predicted about the housing market and how that might relate to the economy. One article i read (but can't find anymore, because i've never heard of the "History" feature of browsers) says that huge segments of the middle class will find themselves poor, with a accompanying depression which will make the Great one look tame. At least my family is already living pretty simply. But when we bought our house back in '99, they said we qualified for a loan three times what we had decided we could afford. And our house was even cheaper than that. Yeah... it's kind of junky and well lived in, and has no closets or shelf space (and someone keeps ransacking our basement) but it's home. To squirrels too, not just us.

Those cars are around the monster truck there to "show that the monster truck is the coolest one".

Oh, and i rode about a hundred feet on a unicycle today. It's FUN! And wobbly. But not as efficient as walking. So if you ever see someone on a unicycle, they're probably a showoff. Or they like to challenge themselves and get exercise. Whatever.

Shuriken

Ooh, isn't that cool? I made it with The GIMP, as usual. I'm hoping i can figure out how to make a motion menu with that as the background. Cool... but it doesn't make me not a dork.

Tonight Houston asked about heaven, and i tried to explain what heaven was gonna be like. Like, my mum believes that we'll be sitting around singing and praising forever (and dancing, probably)... and that's all... I never found that compelling. Good Reformed folk maintain that the labor we do here will be the labor we do in heaven (labor, not toil - important distinction), so house builders will be building houses and bringing glory to God that way. I guess i'll be unemployed, unless the inhabitants of heaven have ongoing sex-offender issues. My pet theory about heaven i summarized to Houston this way: we'll basically get to have wishes, and can get anything we want, and God will work with us and make sure that we never even want anything which is wrong!!!

Houston said that he didn't think singing forever would be fun, i didn't tell him about the labor-not-toil thing, i didn't even dignify the angels and harps absurdity by mentioning it... and Houston asked "Can i be a kid if i want???" Aww. I think he's sad that he's getting heavy enough that i can't toss him around with the craziness that i used to. Not for as long, at least.

Katrina drove to the mall today, complete with pantomimed getting a "Daddy's fewsik" CD from the sun visor (where they are banished every time Karen finds one in the CD player) and turning the radio up. I was a passenger in "Daddy's car seat". She's getting a seriously elaborate imagination. And she loves getting attention, but on the other hand, she can play by herself for hours at a time.

You know those cardboard tubs of coffee creamer that they give you at the hospital in those free diaper bags? Anyone else think it tastes a little weird?

Three cute stories

I don't have anything interesting springing out of the fertile soil of my imagination tonight, and i feel a little sorry for people who don't visit my blog EVERY DAY, because they end up needing to read post after post of my inane blathering (when it's truly inane blathering... i'm afraid if i forced myself to write very much tonight it would be). So instead of posting (which is, i suppose, what i'm actually doing) i'll tell three cute stories about my kids.

Houston was playing with his cars. He was chatting to himself about the features of each one, and he said "Here's the headlights, and here's the.... the... bum-lights." Hahahahaha. Bum is the opposite of head, right? Oh, a bonus funny story about Houston. Today he asked for miniwheats with milk for lunch, and i said that's more breakfast food than lunch food. So he asked "What's brefisk food?" He says bref-isk, not break-fast. So i made him repeat it, and said "no, it's not brefisk, it's breakfast." Brek fast... brek fast... and he'd say "Brefisk" and BURST into laughter, and since he was lying on my tummy at the time, of course i laughed too. It was uproarious. It was fun. We bonded.

Katrina sang a song the other day to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star but the words were "My daddy my my daddy, my daddy my my daddy." Oh man, i'm already totally in love with my cutie pie daughter, so when she does stuff like that it totally melts my heart. Awww!!!

The cute story about Zane is that he's really really cute. He's got really big eyes, and he smiles at Karen and me a lot. Like, he acts happy to see us! Which is true, i'm sure, but Houston and Katrina were not as demonstrative.

Three hours left!

There's me last night at bedtime. And here's Katrina at bedtime too. She's a lot cuter than me. So... how did that popup work? Was it annoying? Should i go back to the old style of popup? YES I KNOW I SHOULD, ahhhhh! But i can't figure out how, not yet, at least.

You know how i couldn't find the Aspire title? Well, i went to the Secretary of State (why can't they call it the DMV here like they do in Oregon and Texas and... wherever Primus is from - although i must admit, the acronym SOS is a little more appropriate) to get a new one. They were like "okay," so one's coming in the mail. Wow, that was a good story, huh?

So i was thinking that i should tell any good stories about my cars, because sometimes i forget, and i don't want to. The Aspire... humm, nothing very exciting ever happened with that car. No catastrophic breakdowns or crashes or repairs. I put new plugs, wires and brake pads on the car, as well as a new battery. A few oil changes and a couple yellow tree air fresheners. The car was a paragon of reliability and, um, well, not performance. Reliability and not performance.

Oh yeah, i'm within three hours of midnight. I decided to do a one day fast, and it really was kind of interesting. Every time i wanted to eat, see, i'd remember that i wasn't gonna, and instead, i'd say an intentional prayer along the lines of "Hey God, should we go to Korea? Should we try to go to Alaska? Should we job-search around here? Let Karen and me serve you in whatever we do." or the simpler "Your will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven!" Or the epitome of brevity: "God help!"

Also, Fussy Zane shows as much interest in DeeLite's Groove is in the Heart as Houston ever did. More!?? He thinks it's awesome and hilarious. Warning... that clip features a naked butt at the end of it... there'll be a better one after the jump, featuring Zane going "oooh, oooooh, ooh, oooooh". What a cutie.
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going to try something...


Lemme start this LONG post by saying "good luck getting through the whole thing". If you do, i'm sure you're one of my TRUE FRIENDS!!! Or my children from the future.

Okay, so at church today we heard from Craig Gross from XXXChurch.com, and he mentioned fasting. And addictions. There was a sheet with various addictions listed, with helplines and info like that, and while i've got struggles, i don't think i'm deceiving myself when i say that they're kind of tame. So i'm going to try fasting! For a day... to begin... and then maybe two or even three. Like, i'm not gonna eat ANYTHING. Water and coffee are okay, but no food. It's exciting to think of pushing myself in this area.

Especially, also, since we're thinking about how we can get less broke. I have, i think, an odd theory of what God's will is for us, which goes back to my Molinistic beliefs. God's will is that we follow God's commandments, which Jesus summed up (and i sum up even more) "Love God and people". That's God's will. We can pray that God's will be done, but as long as we're actually loving God with all our beings and loving others as ourselves, (and this totally assumes that God's spirit guides us - we can't do anything truly good apart from God's influence) God will put us where God wants us, when God wants us, and all that. Oh jeez, i have so many things bouncing around in my brain that i can't even think of what i want to explain next. It's really confusing what i believe, even to me, so i won't be able to communicate it to anyone else...... maybe i'll try to do it like this:

Free will vs. predestination, God letting the universe coast unaided (Deism) vs. God intimately managing every detail (???ism... Not-Deism), evolution vs. creation -- all these are almost irrelevant distinctions we latch onto due to our inability to understand the deeper truth. Two trees consider a cone lying on its side in a forest. One says it's a triangle, the other says it's a circle. They're both right, but they're both missing the full truth. And there we have it, Juanito's full theory of God, the universe, and everything. To put it even more briefly, truth exists, but it's truth we can't fully know.

Mmmkay, so that's pretty much a whole blog. I was gonna write about how i went to a big posh church today where the fancy motorized lights each cost enough money to have fed a poor family for several months or even years... and they sang very nicely. And then i came home and Houston and Katrina were being kind of horrible and evil, banging and screeching, and Karen was huddled on the couch sucking her thumb and rocking back and forth. So i did what dads everywhere do. I gave them airplane rides and ice cream and told them that Mommy's mean and Daddy's fun, please go to bed. Or i'd get the shock collars again.

Okay, i was gonna end this bloated post with that little zinger, but instead, i'll go on for a while about those lights. I'm pretty sure this is the model light i saw at the church. There were at least ten of them in the auditorium. They make this swooshing, color changing, spinning patterned light effect which is kind of cool, but also distracting. If you followed that link, you'll know that these suckers cost close to five thousand dollars apiece. Four thousand eight hundred dollars. Each. This actually, literally, makes me feel sick to my stomach. I'm not even gonna say why, i'll just quit now and go talk to Karen.