Better than nothing

I don't see many of you. I miss you. With all the zooming through life and the gas prices (crisis) we don't get to commune much. So, if this is the way we communicate I guess I'll keep trying. Most of you look better than my laptop, though.

Oops, I Blogged on our new carpet

Dear Friends,

We signed a new lease for 12 months in Gresham. We are getting new carpet today as part of our agreement. Sarah was really upset about the blog I got on our old carpet, so there will be no blogging over the new carpet. I have to use a placemat and a tv tray. It's really weird. We have all of our beloved shit on the balcony, in the kitchen and in the bathroom. We are really enjoying only having coffee and the laptop for enjoyment. We talked about hopes and dreams today.

the picture: Chris on top of Dog Mountain, Washington. It was high, we were not.

the picture: Sarah, same place.

The way up Dog Mountain. This has nothing to do with our carpet being put in today, I just know the populace likes pictures. We hiked this about 6 weeks ago. I met Matt Phillips on the way down by happenstance. I was surprised. So was he. Have you ever seen someone you were not expecting to see in Japan or Germany? Maybe somewhere farther away (Mars). I love my brother, and my parents and my new sister in law. (and my grandmothers). Sarah too.

Time

Check out www.ted.com.

Don't you want to be remarkable. What does it take to be remarkable. People make remarks about you. You are influential, in the positive sense. If you do lots of great things, but have not love aren't you just a resounding gong? According to some study the most annoying sound is the sound of a baby crying. Maybe you are just a resounding baby if you have not love.

A psychological study was done at Princeton Theological Seminary. Divinity students were told that they needed to do a sermon. Some time was given them to put their informal thoughts together on various topics. Half of the divinity students were given the topic of the Good Samaritan to do a sermon on, the other half were given other topics. All were informed that they were to go across campus and do the sermon at another building. Some were told that they were already late and that their audience was waiting for them. Some were told that they had some time to get to the other building before they had to do their sermon. Along their way all of the students passed a man in an alley with his eyes closed and was groaning as if he was hurt. Guess what?....No, really, think about what the results will be.... Do you think the students that were to give a sermon on the Good Samaritan stopped. The greatest predictor of who stopped to help the groaner was how much time the student had to get to the other building. Of those with a very short time only 10% stopped. Of those who had a few minutes 63% stopped to help. Time. Rushing. Urgency. Are we all getting to where we want to be? Love. Empathy. Peace.

I am scared to help the person with the broken car on the side of the road. They probably have a cell phone to call who they need to call. Maybe it is a trick so they can bop me on the head and take my car or money. I scared I won't get where I need to go. Maybe it's dark, or maybe I have to be in class. Rationalization. Too heavy?

Our new baby!

Here she is, my pride and joy, the love of my life...Oh, and my tv.

As you can see, the tv is big. Come, watch something with me.

You don't even know what went into getting this into our apartment. 3rd story. Thanks to Dockter, TK, and Mitch.

Now what?

"Part of blogging is posting stuff." This is what I've been told. Lewis, how often do you blog? How exciting is my life? Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is upset about "Horton Hears a Who." This is the big news in my life. Did you know that I am going to intern under Terry McGlasson? How 'bout that. We don't have any children, or animals to take care of, but birds poop on our deck pretty often. Mark and I went with Eric Nordby to the Daniel Johnston show in Portland on Wednesday. I felt emotionally confused most of the time. My brother is 30 now, is that old? Sarah's uncle and aunt have offered us a really big TV. I'll put up a picture of it sometime. Maybe I could treat that like my child. You know how the Kelleys are always blogging about Emma, maybe I could blog about my kid (the gianTV). I'm sorry guys, the content is real thin, I'll see what I can do.

Live like you're paying with a gift card

So, Sarah and I were going to go eat food at a restaurant. It is called RingSide on W. Burnside. They have wonderful, bloody steaks and a huge wine selection. We have a gift card to RingSide. For once, I reminded Sarah of an important detail; "Make sure we have the gift card." We got to the restaurant, enjoyed valet parking, and had a wonderful meal. She had the halibut and I had prime rib. They have horseradish there that is real horseradish. Straight horseradish, it was great. Plus, the steak was good. It came time to pay the bill and, viola, no gift card. Oops. Don't tell Sarah, I don't think she will read this, I am happy that we paid with the debit card, because we have to go back a second time and use the gift card. Bottom line: Live each day like you're paying with a gift card, but remember, you might forget the gift card every once in a while.

Meat the Cleavers

Well, here we are in the world of blog. Watch where you step, you could wind up with blog on your shoes. I guess it's easier than you think. Blogging, that is. Cheesecake is what we would like for you to give us for Chris' birthday, which is coming up soon; April 3rd. We're having fun blogging. Will you blog us? Jeff and Whitney, we want to hear from you. By the way, Stephanie Cleary got us into this bloghole. Jenn and Pete, blog with care, please. Here we are, this may the last blog on our blogpage, but we have really blogged our hearts out. Have fun with it.

We are real happy that Mark and Kellie got married.