Hi.

Sorry about the down time.

Nothing to write.

No motivation.

We did go on a mini-vacation to the beach last week. Had a great time and I will post pictures later.

Charlie lost a tooth Monday night and the Tooth fairy left him $3.

I gave my testimony at church Sunday. If you ever wanted to know how I got to where I am, here’s your chance. You can get the podcast here or you can go here to directly download the mp3 file.

Today’s update is brought to you by your company’s safety team:

Went deer hunting last weekend. Only saw two deer and I shot and missed one of them. Took Nathan hunting Tuesday evening and we didnt see a thing.

Work is hectic. Trying to finish one project up and another project is imploding on itself. *sigh*

Came down with a sinus infection Tuesday night. Today is the coughing but feeling a little better day.

I am cutting the grass for the last time this season this afternoon. It is always a wonderful feeling to put the mower away for the next 6 to 7 months!

We are going clothes shopping tomorrow. Normally this would not be something I would be very stoked about, but this time its to buy me some new threads because I have lost enough weight to make it a necessity.

On the weight loss front, Jen and I have lost a bunch of weight. I may even post a before picture and where I am now…which is half way to my goal…Only 25 more pounds.

I am now at my wedding day weight, but I dont look like I did then. Namely because back then I was lifting weights regularly and so the weight was up in my shoulders and chest….not its all around my belly. Gravity sucks.

For some odd reason today’s spam contained nothing but lines from poems written by Bret Harte (1836-1902).

Some of the lines were from a poem called “A Newport Romance”, including this gem:

But I swear that the air just now was fraught
With the odor of mignonette!

The other comes from a poem called “What the Bullet Sang”. I liked this one and I’m not what you would call a big fan of poetry:

O joy of creation
To be!
O rapture to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love,–the one
Born for me!

I shall know him where he stands,
All alone,
With the power in his hands
Not o’erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space,
All my own!

It is he–O my love!
So bold!
It is I–all thy love
Foretold!
It is I. O love! what bliss!
Dost thou answer to my kiss?
O sweetheart! what is this
Lieth there so cold?

Heading out to California in the morning. I will be gone for a week in Redding, CA for a church conference and some site seeing. I will see what time I have for posting.

If anything, some pictures will be tossed up!

The highlight will be meeting Ken. If I don’t come back, I blame him.