Well I bought new running shoes tonight. I must say it's kind of like buying a really cool toy for your kids on christmas eve and then realizing, oh no, now I have to put the dang thing together. Then it goes from being a really cool toy to hell on earth. This is kind of how I feel about my new shoes. The idea was great! I stared at those beautiful blue trimmed sneakers, displayed so proudly on the shelf of the shoe store. Could it be destiny? I mean, they were half off and perfect in every way. I picked up the shoe and turned it over in my hand, feeling the meshy fabric that would allow my feet to breathe as they triumphed gracefully through the streets and up the hills. I anxiously tried them on and was relieved to find that they were a perfect fit. I proudly paced across the floor and did lunges down the aisle. People stared, probably because they were amazed at my awesomeness. The decision had been made and the shoes were purchased. Everything was going superb, until we arrived home. I heard a voice in my head saying, Kevin guess what moron, now you have to run, isn't that fun! No, there is no such thing as a fun run, I hate running. When I run I feel like my lungs for some strange reason are trying to get to the outside of my body via my throat which makes it extremely hard to breathe, and breathing is absolutely necessary if you are going to be able to keep running or live for that matter. I was reminded of a church movie where this boy carries a rattlesnake to the top of the mountain against his better judgment and even with the promise the snake makes not to bite him. Alas, when he got to the top of the mountain and let the snake down he was promptly bitten and as the snake slithered away he uttered these words, "You knew what I was when you picked me up." That sums up how I feel about my new running shoes, they sat there at the store all beautiful, hiding there true selfs and there true purpose from me. As I sat at home staring at my shoes on my bed, I think I heard them say, "You knew what I was when you picked me up." So, I guess I have no one to blame but myself.
"Why didn't the bee marry the nectar?................Because it wasn't his honey yet." "What do you call a Jedi?................A lifesaver." "What is a snake's favorite flower?..........A ssssssssssssunflower." "How do you die in the water?..........From a die-ving board." "Who is the tiniest person in your family?...........Your aunt." "What does the sun wear on a hot summer day?........SUNglasses." "What's a computer's first word?..............come-puter" "How did the computer help the environment?.....it's power light went 'green'."
Our firstborn. She is like her dad in so many ways...always making jokes and writing stories. She brings life and excitement to our family!
Our sweet boy! He has such a tenderheart and loves to please people. He is alot like his mom. He is so patient and smart, I don't know how we ever got along without him.
Our little miracle! He is such a joy to have in our family! His brother and sister love and adore him. He is a bit stubborn and he loves to be tickled and he will smile at just about anyone who will give him the attention.
Nine years ago we met, fell in love, got married, had a kid, and then another, and then another. You know, the usual. I guess you could say we are a typical family who lead simple lives. I profoundly say that there is so much joy to be found in the typical and simple things of life. I am very much looking forward to what the next nine years will bring.