D-Day

Dash and Kaed and I had a major wrestling match last night. In our undies. Like the Greeks used to (Greeks were actually nude...). Kaed would send Dash in to distract and take the initial onslaught from Daddy, then he'd pile on (nice strategy big brother). It's so fun that they're both old enough to do things like this. Boys being boys - I love it.

I picked up Dash from the nursery at church a week ago and he was wearing a diaper...and that's it on his legs. I guess when one of the workers took him potty he peed on his pants and undies on accident. Dash did not seem to mind.
Looked funny.

Speaking of looking fun, Kaed got 4 bottom teeth pulled at the dentist this week! He had some permanent teeth coming in but his baby teeth weren't loose yet. I think the tooth fairy granted him $20 for the mass oral evacuation. Holy cow... $20?!? I don't think I got twenty bucks for all my teeth combined! (but that was back when I had to walk up hills both ways to school. In the snow of course.)

Todays verse that helped: 2 Corinth. 4:18 "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

O's and E's

*When I told Dash I was going to play drums at church yesterday he looked at me and said, "Worship?"

*Yesterday, Jan. 19th, was somebody's birthday (whom I know) and I can't remember who's it is. It's making my brain itch. I apologize if it was yours.

*Today, Jan. 20th, is also someone's birthday whom I don't know.

*Today's word of the day (compliments of Urban Dictionary.com) is for the ladies: Manicorn- a mythical male creature who is successful (read: pursuing his passion and can pay his bills), funny, chivalrous, masculine (read: not chauvinistic), adventerous, and artistic (read: not suicidal).

*The band Elbow is not awful.

*I need to take down my Christmas tree.

63!

63...
why is this relevant...?
hmmmmm.......

Oh, right! It's how Buster (Ace) and Murdok are now. In dog years anyway. It was their birthday yesterday - #9 in human years. They've exceeded all expectations. Murdok is a white boxer, for those who know nothing about me, and don't usually make it past birth - and if they do they're usually deaf or blind or both. Genetically inferior. But he survived birth very healthily, survived me running over him with my truck going 30mph, and survived a softball sized tumor on his ribcage. He has... the heart of a champion. If he could speak English, I always imagined that he'd talk like the HomestarRunner. I can still remember when I brought Murdok home from the Tack's when he was 9 weeks old. Mom was mad at me and swore that she'd never lift a finger for him. . . (I hadn't moved out yet). . . and when I came home from work the first day of having him, Mom was teaching him how to sit. He's been melting hearts ever since. Such a good dog. And maybe the coolest name for a dog ever. I used to think that no creature (dog, human or otherwise) would make me laugh more than Murd. That is, until Dash came along. There are some very interesting parallels between Dash and Murdok:
1. Both are firstborns and have a brother(s)
2. Both are very funny
3. Both have short hair
4. Both pooped in my tub
5. Both love each other
6. Both love rock music
7. Both love to chase
8. Both are impossibly awesome to sleep with (size of bed matters not)
I could go on...
I got Buster 7 months later. He is one of Murd's brothers - same bitch, same batch. (*snicker*) Dude was hyper from the get-go. So fast. Also the runt. Not only did he have "little dog syndrome", but he only had 1 nard. That's why I named him Ace (Buster was his Christian name given to him by his original owners and has since gone back to it since the nard-removal procedure). He too has survived 2 attacks by cars. Buster has calmed down quite a bit and has been incredibly well behaved (even as an indoor dog for a stint) ever since my dad, who loves dogs, once said "Andy, if he doesn't shape up, I'm getting rid of him," - to his face. No lie. The change was instant. Divine even. You can check him out on MySpace too.

Cheers to the best dogs ever, turning 9.

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2009 in the books and up for review.

2009... where do I start? It started horribly and ended pretty horribly. Not too much good in between either. This year has changed my life and I'm a different man because of it. In some ways that's good. Maybe not in others. I don't really know what to say about it other than I think we'll see just how impactful this year was to me by seeing what happens in the years to follow. I wish I could say that I'm glad 09 is over so I can start fresh in 2010 but the events in 09 will linger. I don't mean to sound so gloomy about it, but that's the reality of it. 09 hurt. 09 ripped Dash and Kaed off big-time. 09 was the worst year of my life - which then by definition has to mean 2010 will be better, right? Through it though, I've learned much.

#1 No matter what, God is bigger than your circumstances. If He's not, then He can't really help. If He's not, then God is dumb. Life isn't always "fair", but thankfully God is still who He says He is. His plans for me are still better than what I can come up with. My trust is still in Him.

#2 God still works miracles. There have been countless times miracles have saved me in the last year. Maybe you were even a part of them (whether you knew it or not). There were a lot of rough moments/circumstances, many extremely tough days that were made passable my a word of encouragement from you, or an invitation to hang out, or a blessing poured out on me from out of nowhere (which is to say Somewhere). Small or not, to me those are miracles.

#3 Because of #1 and #2, (mostly #1) there is always Hope. Thank. God.

#4 It feels like I've lost so much, but I've gained much too. One reason God is so cool is that He uses people (those who are willing) to help. I cannot begin to list all those who have helped me out when help was unlooked for. You were miracles too. The friends I made this year will always hold some special place for me I think. Some old friends really stepped up too. I include family in this too. Words... are lacking.

#5 I think I know what it means to love. At least better than what I did a year ago. I was off, by a lot. I do feel more than a twinge of regret here, because I feel like I've learned a lot in this area. So is it better to have loved and lost? . . . Only if you get Dash as a result. I hope Dash and Kaed get a better dad/step-dad because of this. I think they will.

#6 I have a better grip on what's really important. It turns out, life is a lot simpler than we make it. We, or I, prioritize things in a funny order at times. Not that what I had prioritized was wrong, but rather in the wrong order. When you hit an all time low, what's really important becomes crystal clear. It's too bad that it takes low's to see that - sometimes.

#7 What's really important is your family. I do have a pretty big family. If there was ever a time I needed my family it was this year - and did they ever pull through. And it didn't matter where they lived (in town or out of state). They helped. They counseled. They held me accountable. They helped with physical labor! They tried to make my load a little less of a burden while making sure I wasn't spinning out of control.

I don't want to make it sound like 2009 was all doom and gloom (it was/is a bit of a soap opera). I'm thankful for what I've learned. Experience is the best teacher. And I'm so thankful for my friends and my family - for truly being my friend, and for absolutely being what a family is all about.

Worth a thousand words?

I took this picture off my deck a couple weeks ago and I really like it. Not because I have an eye for photography or anything... rather, maybe the symbology of it. Three puffs of cloud trying to float through a path, or river, of light with looming darkness above and below. Maybe me and the boys are the clouds? Maybe the Dark cannot consume the Trinity? I don't know, but you can fill in your deep thought (not that kind) in the comments.

Feel free to not take in consideration that the clouds are probably rancid, polluted steam puffs from the mills directly below them...

A verse that's been on my heart as of late - John 3:30 "HE must increase and I must decrease."

In other words....

{for all things "X" in Andy's life or circumstances; and God being constant and positive, "G"; and God > Andy's life or circumstances:

X + G > X }

Happy Birthday Mom.