Thursday, September 29, 2005
"I'm just a notch in your bedpost..."
Fall Out Boy's single "Sugar, We're Going Down" is in my head. I'm actually amazed that the song hasn't been overplayed, in my opinion. I've enjoyed it, but not enough to look into becoming a fan of the band. Normally, I reserve that for a band who can put out two singles that I like. This saves me a lot of money and music exploring... of course, I am subject to the music industries preferences and marketing, but I feel like I have enough influences (Donnie, Nick, Brad, my wife, etc.) to introduce new music to me.
So, I've got to like two songs from a band for me to consider the band for fan-ability. Anyone already a Fall Out Boy fan? If so, what's the next song I should listen to? While I'm on the subject, anyone got any good bands/singles that I should check out?
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
My Wife's Hair
So, this weekend, I helped Sabrina dye her hair red. She's tried it in the past and I always thought it looked good. Over the years, she's gotten more daring and this latest red was definitely closer to where I'd ultimately be most happy with a red-headed wife. It wasn't as subtle as past reds have been. But, it's not loud. It's strong, like my wife.
So, upon her request, I helped her dye it. Specifically, I dyed it. I squirted the gel in and rubbed it in. I definitely feel I could have done a better job, but this WAS my first time. After she washed it out and the hair was still wet, I was convinced I did a phenomenal job. Then... she dried it.
It was as if she was blowing the red out of her hair. Suddenly, I saw how poor of a job I did. Don't get me wrong, the color is great and in certain light, it looks like I did it perfectly. But, in other light, I see how I could have improved.
Still, my wife is hot. Don't agree? Then you're obviously blind and I pity you.
The next time she asks me to dye her hair, I'll do better and she'll be even hotter.
Friday, September 16, 2005
I've got so little to say
I feel like I've been nothing more than working, sleeping and watching a little TV in there.
On Sunday, Sabrina and I went to the House Party music festival with friends. We sat in VIP box 65. One thing my amazing wife forgot to mention was that the proceeds from House Party go to Habitat for Humanity to build a house for a family who I believe is local. Money above and beyond that house are going to hurricane relief funds for Habitat. So, all-in-all, freakin' great cause.
Also, one thing I've learned since House Party: the tickets aren't actually from Time Warner. Apparently, a guy named Chad who works at Time Warner... his father or father-in-law has this VIP box. Occasionally (from what I understand, more often than not) no one in Chad's family plans on attending. Chad usually brings them in for various groups to auction off or he gives them to various people upon request. My boss heard about these tickets for House Party and thought of me. He snagged them and offered them... I am extremely grateful.
After finding this out, I realized something: I am successfully living my Christianity out-of-the-closet. I'm not hiding it. I may not be shouting from the rooftops, but I'm not ashamed of it. Moreover, my co-workers know that I listen to Christian music. That means, they've heard the Christian music I played while I'm in the office. I can only pray that some seeds may have been planted.
I should note that many of my co-workers consider themselves Christians. For some, only God may truly ever know. But, many of them don't really seem to live like Christians.... not that there's a way to live, per say, but I do believe there is the Holy Spirit dwelling inside you that shines through if you truly believe Jesus is your personal saviour from sin. In some cases (like mine), I think we sometimes only let him rent a room in our heart. So, he's not really living in me like I think I want him to. Still, he has enough of a presence for others to notice and that's a new realization for me. I'm happy about it and assures me that I have not been completely stagnant in my growth.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
New "Job"
I've signed up for a new "job" at work. I'm helping take care of concerned customers and figure out why we have so many and why they get handled so poorly throughout the day that they are upset enough to send letters. Yes, actually sit down and write letters. This new job function (temporary and, hopefully, good for me) requires evenings. So, I haven't blogged in a while. My wife launched her new site and it's much more interesting.