5 Dollar Footlongs are Great!!

I don't have time to blog on two different blogs so I stole this post from a blog I did yesterday.


So, how many of you have taken advantage of the 5 dollar foot-longs? Mike, another admissions counselor, and I went yesterday to enjoy a nice turkey foot long. Before we arrived, I anticipated the line to be as long as the great wall of China and it was of course. I think that Subway was the smallest I have ever seen. The line wrapped around the building. OK, it didn't but it felt like it. The guys in front of us ordered the most complicated sandwich EVER. I think it was a foot long that was cut in 4 quarters and it had turkey, roast beef, salami, ham (honey ham), steak, grilled chicken (cold not hot), 12 different cheeses (melted), a garden of vegetables, all the sauces Heinz makes and etc. I think these guys were creating their own sauces by combining mayonnaise, BBQ sauce and honey mustard. Anyway, Mike and I waited a long time to place our order and we finally made it to the front of the train. Mikes order was simple meat and cheese. Mine on the other hand had all the fixings. The wait was well worth and our bellies thanked us.

If you are low on cash, Subway is the way to go because if you split it's only 2.50. You can't beat that!

Amercian Idol

This post is to get your mind and eyes off the last post.

So, who do you think is going to win American Idol. Not, Jason Castro.

Juno finally!!!

Ok, I finally watched Juno!! Great movie by the way. Ellen Page is excellent in the movie. Anyway, I think having a baby is a beautiful thing and I have always heard that you are never ready. True and true. I would like a baby now but not all the time, at least for now. If my wife and I had a baby it would look like this:



Now, that will make you think twice about having a baby. My kid would look like a punk skater kid or at least he/she looks like one in this picture.

AMC recording sessions....

I think 41 hours and 6 mins ago I was up unloading a bunch of sound equipment and starting a long tiring recording sessions in the famous JBC Alumni Memorial Chapel. I wasn't really excited about waking up at the butt crack of dawn but I was excited to record some original tunes. I was blessed to help compose some of these song written by BW. Betsy and I took some pictures and I won the grumpy tired face award.
Anyway, I learned a little lesson through this experience and that was patience . I say that because it took us 6 and half hours of set up and trouble shooting before we started. I was so grumpy and poopy face like. I just wanted to record and get started with fun. I was just thinking that I should probably have the same want and desire toward my relationship with Christ. This is going to sound kind of weird and I don't apologize for making everything sound spiritual. I try to allow God into every aspect of my life especially my passions. I am blessed that I have the passion for music which is pointed toward Yahweh. Anyway, thats it. The pics are below. Be kind about the the grumpy face comments.

And the winner is...
me

It's a Mystery

New to this town
New to this life
Walking downtown and I'm lost and not found

My beautiful wife
She’s smiling at me
She ask where do we go, I don’t really no

It’s a mystery, our past is history
Don’t ya shed a tear
Stay close me and have no fear
Just ride with the wind
Close your eyes no need to spin

So what now hun
The chooses have begun
Do we need to ask? Do we need to pray?

Hit a dead end
Finally found a friend
Sir what’s your name? Do you have any fame?

Slow down and take a breath
Hold steady, put your mind at rest
The worries of this world will be here tomorrow
It’s a mystery – its hard to swallow….

Casserole Conversations part 2 - Passions

Well, I told you all that there are many things going on in my head lately. This little blog is my dumping ground. I will lay out my ingredients and you can put this casserole in the oven. Sorry, if that doesn't make since to some of you but you will have to read the blog before to kind of understand.
OK, here we go. Most of you may know that I play tons of instruments and I play in church a lot. I love music and everything about it. Love is such a strong word and I really mean it when I say, I love music. It is apart of me. It is the way I express myself to God, to myself, to my wife, and to others. Lately, I have been frustrated with myself because I haven't put much time in my music and abilities. God gave me these gifts and I think I take them for granted. I say music is my passion but is it really. Am I being selfish?
I've always dreamed of writing inspiring lyrics and writing life changing songs but every time I try, I feel like I force it. I tell myself that I need to write out of the overflow of my heart. In some cases I do write out of the overflow but there are a lot times that I don't. It doesn't help that I have a couple friends that are amazing songwriters, no pressure. I can admit that I am a little jealous.
Apart of me wants to drop everything and just play music for a living. I don't want to become famous, just heard. Through my musical "career" (if you call it that) I have been the guy playing in the band and singing back-up for songwriters. I am fine with that and enjoy it. Lately, I have had the yearning to work on my own originals from the past and the present. I don't know if that's what I need to do. I said earlier that my passion is music. Well, really my passions are (or should be) God then music but I think sometimes those two passions get flipped out of order. I know my calling is being a lead worshiper but I see myself wanting to be worshiped sometimes. I thank God that I realize that now. I don't want to ever go through this life thinking I need to be worshiped. I believe we are wired to worship something and this

Sorry, if none of this makes since. I hope this blog will relate to some of you in some way.

Casserole Conversations

There are so many topics I could blog about, so I am going to talk about a casserole of events happening in my life. Before I begin, I want to unpack this delicious word, casserole. I use this word "casserole" because there are many events or ingredients going on that make up (or bake up)one yummy chunk of my life . Many of you can relate that life does not get simpler when you graduate college. While in college you long for graduation and a time of "freedom." Well, I guess you are kind of free to a certain point but then your career kicks in and then family and then kids and then bills and then health and then... Well, the list goes on.
Anyway, there are many life lessons, which I call the "yuck", that are apart of my casserole. Sometimes you need that "yuck" to allow your casserole to taste right. Its kind of like mixing in the cream of mushroom soup. I love mushrooms but no one eats cream of mushroom soup by itself. It taste like cream of mushroom poop. OK, enough of the food talk. I will go on with one event that has happen last week.
Recently, my wife and I have been searching for a new home. We met with a realtor and we found a brand new home in our price range. We were both stoked and we filled out all the papers on the house. The house was perfect. It had wood floors, fireplace, nice yard, good location, brand new, and it had a garbage disposal (that is special to us because we haven't had one in 2 years.) Long story short, the house fell through because of finances. The mortgage company said we had it at first and then next couple days they say we don't. I learned a lot about mortgage stuff but I learned not to put all my eggs in one basket. So, currently my wife and I will be homeless June 27th. Yeah, we can rent for 3 months but we are trying not to because moving stinks.
Sorry, this might be boring for most of you at this point. The point is that I don't know if I am ready for all this adult stuff. They don't teach you about doing your taxes or taking out a mortgage in college. I thank God now for not getting the house because I believe there is a better place for both of us. That is just one event that is part of my casserole now. I have many others but this blog is to long. Stay tuned for more Casserole Conversations.