That's Tits!!!!

So freakin' awesome! That's what today is. I had my last scheduled appointment with my ENT, and he said that the hole in my eardrum has healed completely. That means that after 2+ years of having to wear an earplug in the shower and avoiding water at all other times, I can finally stop worrying about that. Hopefully this is the end of the intermittent ear infection problem. Christmas came early for Matt this year.

Let's knock the dust off of this thing

Has it really been that long since I've posted? Wow. This week has had a bit of the suck to it. Last night was the first good night's sleep I've gotten, and I needed Tylenol PM to get it (don't confuse that for Tylenol BM either; you'll regret that decision the next day). I think it's finally worn off and I'm really waking up. A big reason why sleep left me this week was that my mind just refused to shut off at night. That always equals no sleep for Matt. That's just how I'm wired. The predominant thing keeping me awake is even a good thing, at least it might be a good thing. I am genuinely the suck at reading people though, so who really knows? Well, God does, but other than him, who? Okay, so she probably knows too...at least for her part. It's not like I'm not trusting God either. It's not worrying about the situation that keeps me from sleeping, it's the endless running-through of possibilites and overanalyzing that I do that keeps me awake. Again, that's just who I am.

There are two things that have happened since my last post that are of note. Admittedly, one is more exciting than the other. Number the first is that I got the tube taken out of my ear. You're probably saying to yourself "aren't tubes for little kids?". Yes, they usually are. I'm a part of the lucky small percent of the population that got to have one again as an adult. Now it's out and I'm just waiting for the hole in my eardrum to heal shut. I can't wait for the day when I can take a shower again without needing an ear plug. Number the second is that I fixed my toilet Monday night. It was working, but it was wasting all kinds of water, which is not environmentally or finacially sound. For a $10 and about 45 min investment, the toilet now shuts off surprisingly quickly after flushing.

This week is exciting with T-giving coming up too because my brother, sister-in-law, and niece are coming to visit. Here are a couple of pics of my niece. Go ahead, say it with me in a lilting voice: awwwww.

Yeah, this probably could have been one post...

but I didn't think to include this in the other one, so what of it? If you know me, you know that I'm a naturally curious gent. With that in mind, does anyone actually read this? That's not really the point of why I write any of this (I write this because I had to sign up for an account to post a comment on Joe's blog and figured if I had the account why not start a blog and use it for mental vomit), but I am curious if anyone is actually reading any of this. Like I said, no biggie, just curious. If you do read any of this, feel free to leave comments so I know it's not just me and the tumbleweed in here. If it is, then the tumbleweed and I will have a raucous good party without you...so there.

P.S. This officially marks the first time I've made more than one post in a day (uh! double up! uh, uh!).

Well that's just a boot full of truth to the backside.

Tonight I had another one of those "God slapping me in the head to get my attention" kind of evenings. I was being a whiny bitch in my last post and realize that now. I was reminded tonight how I'm on the path that God wants my life to be on (no matter how much different than it might be from what I'd prefer). I had time to think at the gym of all places while I was working out about how some decisions (or nondecisions) seem pretty insignificant at the time, but when you look back on how your life has played out since said decisions you realize things would be very different if you had chosen the other option. Usually not for the better. I guess this is my long-winded way of saying that what's really important is that I keep seeking God's will for my life and following it...not trying to do what I think I should be doing. Reading the chapter tonight in "Elvis Likes Jazz" for our small group tomorrow night drove that point home with a vengeance. Coincidence? There are no coincidences.

When's My Turn?

I know it's not the healthiest thing, but I've sure been feeling that way for a while now. I don't want to be like this, but I can't seem to shake it. Am I really that self-absorbed? Is there something to that feeling? I don't know. I thought I got rid of the "someone pushed the pause button on my life" feeling a couple years ago, but it seems to be back. Am I really that slow to learn, or is this something else? Does this even make any sense?

Stop Weezing the Cardio!

What's up buuuudy? You've probably already guessed it, but Pauly Shore was working out at the gym last night when I was. How nifty. He's a little taller in real life than I thought he would be, but otherwise he's pretty much how I guessed he'd be. He was there with some big tattooed guy. I didn't bother him because he'd probably just get irritated. I went home and trimmed my tree and bushes instead. That is all.

We can never go back.

Yeah, it's a cliche, but you only get to be a kid once. One chance at growing up, and then it's done. I'm not sure why, but I've been in a really contemplative mood this afternoon. I got to thinking about where I grew up and had that mental movie montage playing where I see a number of memories from years ago. I remember how enjoyable so much of it was (though some of it did suck; it is life after all). I really wish I had taken more time to enjoy it all. To really let it soak in. To "take time to smell the roses". With my personality I tend to focus on the thorns. Don't get me wrong. I have no intention of living where I grew up again. It's just not the same after being gone for seven years. I guess I'm just having one of those days where I think about how my life isn't where I thought it'd be at this point and how the timeline of God's plan for me isn't what I would have picked. Shouldn't I be doing something important by now? Shouldn't I feel more comfortable in my own skin? Shouldn't I have somebody to share all this with? Maybe I just need to spend some more time thinking...or less time. I'm not really sure.

It's like a dream come true.

Okay, so it's maybe not that great, but it is pretty sweet. McDonald's is finally pulling their collective head out of their pocket and giving us what we the consumer have wanted for decades...their breakfast foods all day long. Here is the article 'splaining the doin's that are a transpirin'.

Jason Martin is a genius.

Who's Jason Martin you may ask? That's a ridiculous question. Go slap yourself for even asking it. I've got time. I'll wait. *tick, tick, tick* That's better. He's the frontman and driving force behind Starflyer 59...the best band you've likely never heard of. Their new album My Island came out on Tuesday, and I've already listened to it like 8 times. I just don't feel like listening to anything else right now. It's that good. I would say it's their best album since Leave Here A Stranger (no small praise that). Not that the albums in between were bad, far from it. It's just that My Island has that "master opus" feel to it that LHAS possesses. I'm really too lazy to go into all the reasons why My Island is so great, but one example is the bass. Now I am not by nature a bass-noticer when I listen to music, but the sound they achieved on this album works perfectly and the bass forces you to take notice. I've likened SF59's music to a sonic stew in the past, and that certainly applies here. I can't wait to catch all the little nuances I know I've missed so far.

Buckeye Fans Are Ruining Football

It's a sport I've loved for years and it's even played a significant role in me living where I do now (and to some degree who I am), but these people really try my patience. There was a game on Saturday night, and I went to a party some friends were having. Going into the situation I already knew I'd care the least of anyone there about the outcome of the game. That's fine. What I wasn't prepared for was the sorry excuse for a human being who was also there.

He embodies everything that could be wrong about sports. Sure, there were the general "I hate the other team" type of comments that I was expecting from the typical Buckeye fan, but he took his "game" to the next level. He started off by making fun of the other team's quarterback for having saved a neighbor who had a seizure or some such. He complained that since some old guy had been saved it would cost him money (through taxes) to care for the guy, and he commented that the quarterback was an idiot for having helped somebody out. Classy. After the game was well in hand, he kept cheering for a severe injury to befall any and all members of the other team. Extra Classy. He is apparently also a high school football coach, a position that gives you a chance to shape young minds while teaching positive qualities like teamwork. If you've read this far, you already know that's not what he's chosen to do. He talked for longer than I cared to listen about how he teaches his kids from the time they're freshmen to play dirty. Double Classy with Cheese. There were other fine examples, but for the sake of space and my sanity, I'll stop now.

What really gets me though is that he has an infant son. I would be absolutely shocked if that kid wasn't raised to be the same brand of asshole as his father. I suppose that the bigger problem is that he's just the cherry on top of the poor-sportsmanship sundae of Columbus. Why do these people try so hard to ruin a game I enjoy so much?

I like my Jesus to be a weather vane!

Even Jesus (at least as indicated by this statue of him) thinks Fall is the best season. It's clear to me from the picture that he's signaling a touchdown (or possibly a field goal). If Jesus likes football so much, then he must like Fall the best since that's when the season starts. Any clear-thinking person knows that. That makes perfect sense so far, but you may ask why is the Fall the best time of the year? If you hadn't noticed, the air gets both cooler and drier in the fall. If you think for a moment that Jesus doesn't like cool refreshment, you've obviously ignored the pool in front of him.

You can read more about this Jesus statue here.