I have no idea

I have nothing to write about tonight. I thought about posting a book idea. That would have been cool. I thought about writing about my day, but thinking about that was tiresome. Finally, I decided to write a random piece of fiction. I started with this.

We can't stay here all night.

I know Colin said, but we have to wait for the rain to stop.

After I wrote that I couldn't decide what would be cool enough that they had to wait for the rain to stop for. Maybe they were going to shoot a satelite into space, or maybe they got into some kind of mischief and were in the middle of the getaway, or maybe they were just sick of getting rained on. I lived in Oregon for several years, so I know how that feels. Then, Darci came home and I paused for a few minutes to talk to her. While she was visiting the ladies room, I decided I was just tired.

So, I will post again tomorrow, something a little more thoughtful, I hope. Goodnight.

Ballin'

Boy do I miss the basketball days in Lake Oswego! If any of you guys read this, throw up a lefty three for me, and make a layup for Landon. I went and played basketball tonight for the first time in ages. It felt pretty good. I took it slow. I didn't even take a shot in the first game. I threw up a couple wild shots in the second game, and finally made a three. The last two games I made several shots, and started feeling pretty good. Then, I hit the wall. What wall you ask? That I am out of shape and fat wall. I hope I am not too sore in the morning. Especially my ankle. I am already looking forward to next week.

Babysitting

I was about to post a long rant about my irritation with colleagues at work, but then I read today's daily quote about humility. I paused for, I don't know, ten seconds or so, and decided to post it anyways. I swear I spent my whole day making sure other adults did their job. I could have been doing other things, like, I don't know, my job!. Anyways, it made me realize I definately do not want to be a manager any time soon. There would be way too much drama.

After work was much better. I enjoyed dinner with the family, and then spent the evening with the youth group at church. We played capture the flag in the church parking lot. I was going to sit it out, but one of the other young men leaders wanted to play. It was fun. I apologize for the title of todays post. If you were looking for soiled diapers, vomit, and real babysitting stories then you came to the wrong place. But you never know what tomorrow's post might bring.

A Writer's Block

It has been nearly a year since I updated the blog. I know all of you have been dying to find out what I have been doing. Well, a lot actually. Darci and I added a beautiful baby girl to our family. Gabriella is nearly six months old already, and is almost as feisty as her mother. The others are all a few weeks into the new school year, and seem to be adjusting well to new teachers, friends, and classmates. Darci stays ultra busy trying to manage it all. I have been swamped at work, but interest rates seem to be rising, and a lull for me would be a welcome suprise.

You may be asking yourself about the nifty name change to my blog, and if you aren't I will tell you about it anyways. Afterall, this is a captive audience. There is no backtalking here. Unless you use that comment button. I may have to think about blocking that function. Anyways, I went to see a counselor today at UTSA, the fine San Antonio University I will be attending soon. I have decided to start my Master's program in History again. One of the things the counselor suggested is a daily writing exercise. So this is where it will be. A daily dose of all things according to me.

And with that it is time for bed. Goodnight.