Morée’s birthday was February 11th and mine is March 3rd. So instead of making family and friends come to 3 parties in a short period of time(Lena’s birthday was in Feb also) we decided to have our 30th bday parties together. So this Sunday Feb 28th @ 5:30pm we’ll be having a party at my sisters house. The exciting news is that my cousins band Oriole Post will be playing at the party. Google search em they are worth it.
These online declarations of love become monotonous…but I interrupt the unscheduled blog hiatus for such a thing…
She is a stay at home mother with unbelievable commitment to nurturing her children.
She is a gardener and tends to her plot of land.
She is a friend.
She is a first class cook.
She is an entrepreneur.
She is my “lover” that loves to sing no matter…what I think.
She is a hard working and dynamic sales woman.
She has an insatiable sense of humor and lightning quick wit.
She is a designer.
She is brilliant.
She is brutally honest and relentlessly forgiving.
She is not proud or self seeking.
She goes without for the sake of others.
She is full of compassion…specifically for dirty muts.
She is a follower of Jesus.
She is the beautiful 17 year old I fell in love with 13 years ago.
She is my everything and today February 11th she is 30.
The best is still to come. Celebrate her birthday with me by sending her a kind word.
Happy Birthday Morée
I Love You
BTW: Because its convenient for both our friends and us we’ll be having a combined birthday party in lue of two thirtieth bday bashes. Sunday Feb. 21st, 5pm @ The Twogoods. Consider this an invite.
Heres a post from months ago I was too lazy to hit “publish”. 
This was a bad year for tomatoes at our house. I was generally so grossed out by the every fungus/blight/bug that I dont’ think I ate one that I enjoyed. Lately Morée slipped a few into various meals. Ends up they came from the rock bed on the side of the house. Yep. The best tomatoes we had all year are growing late summer early fall out of the rock on the north side of the house. When I say out of the rock I mean out of the rock. There is a very thick layer of roofing material on the ground instead of the usual weed block.
I would have more pictures of the garden since we are wrapping up the growing season but our camera has died. It lasted 7 years so I guess I can’t really complain.
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Also Jet is an Indian now. No not for Halloween. He is 5/512 Osage Indian. You can card him. He is also 1/8 Hawaiian but we’ll just neglect that fact. Welcome to the tribe Jet if you ever need diabetic supplies you can get that for free.
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Oriole Post has an article in the pitch. Check it. Of course Bill Pollock (cousin) has some curious/humorous quotes.
“We just welcome them [the invitations] when they come, and luckily they come every month,” says drummer Bill Pollack…
But the band is taking the scenic route, veering down unmarked roads that lead to such places as the Middle Creek Theatre in Louisburg, Kansas.
“I call it Branson Lite,” says Pollack, an aficionado of vintage country music. “There are senior citizens who travel the country in RVs, and this is one of the places they go.”
My cousin in Texas is a part of the Tea Party movement and is getting a little press for her work. You can see/hear an article NPR did here.
A while back she posted “Ten Questions for Obama from the Nationwide Tea Party Coalition” via YouTube.
One of my favorite “Christian artist” has come straight out defining himself as agnostic(half the time). I can’t relate to that but I can relate deeply to his lyrics or at least the story unfolded in them. If you can withstand the blaspheme the record is worth the time.
You’ve heard the story you know how it goes
Once upon a garden we were lovers with no clothes
Fresh from the soil we were beautiful and true
In control of our emotions to till we ate the poison fruit
And now its…
(chorus)
Hard to be
Hard to be
Hard to be
A decent human being
Wait just a minute
You expect me to believe
that all this misbehaving grew from one enchanted tree
And helpless to fight it we should all be satisfied
WIth the magical explanation for why the living die
And why it’s…
(chorus)
Childbirth is painful toil to grow our food
Ignorance made us hungry
Information made us no goo
Every burden misunderstood
I swung my tassel to the left side of my cap
Knowing after graduation there would be no going back
and no congratulations from my faithful family
some of whom are already fasting to intercede for me
Because it’s…
(chorus)
The famous Chicago Bulls basketball player Bob Love was interviewed on Up To Date. He goes all over the country speaking on behalf of the Bulls organization and speaking about his rise in the NBA, his fall, and his rise again as an employee of the Chicago Bulls.
Typically I wouldn’t be blogging about something like this but Bob Love has something in common with me. He stutters. And considering Oct 22nd is International Stuttering Awareness Day I figured this was appropriate. Please take time to listen to the interview.
As you can tell his speech disorder totally derails the feel of the interview. Fortunately Steve Kraske is generous in his conversation which is rare. (The world needs a few more billion people that way.) Below I want to post a few comments about the interview.
Bob had a pretty tough life even by the average stutterers standards. “I had done it all but I couldn’t talk.“ His testimony about the affect his stutter had on him as a child and through out his adulthood I could definitely relate to. If you’ve ever wondered what somebody “like that” feels like he makes it pretty clear.
They try to build his story as having a resolution but for the few with a stutter you see that there was no resolution. He was however without a job and the Chicago Bulls offered him a job. But that is far removed from being able to freely speak.
He said something I’ve thought for quite some time but I always felt people wouldn’t understand so I’ve never verbalized it. The worst disability you could have is the inability to communicate. Or the way I’ve always thought of it is that the worst feeling is having something to say and not be able to say it. It may seem selfish to think that ,but for me I’d rather be without a limb than have a stutter. If that offends you I apologize but its pretty common to here somebody with a speech disorder say.
Bob said, “Those of them that have the gift of speech have the most wonderful gift in the world.“ I absolutely agree. If this is you (which it is for 99% of you) then you need to sit on that for an hour and just try to capture a piece of that thought.
He claims he never played a victim. Which is something I sometimes tend to do. Really its hard not to at times. But its like he said, its not about how many times you get knocked down its about how many times you get back up. (I think that was pulled from Rocky) And it is true but after a while you start asking yourself how many times do I have to get back up?
If you know somebody with a speech disorder or a similar affliction I recommend you listen to Bobs story in honor of the coming International Stuttering Awareness Day.
The last thing you women need is access to facebook. All it takes is a couple seconds to type something to set off a whole gaggle of you…”Did you hear about…” Fortunately my wife generally speaking abhors the thing and very seldom logs in. Its a long running joke that you can’t hardly reach her by facebook or email. And in her defense she is too busy with three kids, managing a home, and design work.
The average woman cannot keep a secret for longer than 47 hours, a new study suggests. Researchers found that women are overcome by a burning desire to share gossip as soon as they hear it. They will typically spill the beans to at least one other person in 47 hours and 15 minutes.
That was found in this article.
Thats not to say it couldn’t be used without gossiping but that really you can’t help yourself. Its a condition we understand.
Last weekend Morée and I were heavily involved in Spencer and his new bride Ellie’s wedding day. It was a lot of work and I feel like I’m just now recovering. Now that things have settled down a bit I wonder…Does she even know what she got herself into? You know the best about him now. Ellie heres a primer for how we know him.
But you cannot go on “explaining everything away” for ever: or you will find that you have explained explanation itself away. You cannot go on “seeing through” things for ever. The whole point of seeing through something is to see something else through it. It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street of garden beyond it is opaque. How ever if you saw through the garden too? It is no use trying to “see through” first principles. If you see through everything, then everything is transparent. But a wholly transparent world is an invisible world. To “see through” all things is the same as not to see. - C.S. Lewis
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