Hope Still Flies

In all honesty, I was on the fence about going to see Five Iron Frenzy in their first show in eight years. Not because of whether or not they'd be amazing, that fact is null. But whether or not the finances would fall into line. Then I started texting Evan.

Now Evan and I went to Five Iron's last show together 8 years ago. It was amazing. I cried. Simple as that. Well Evan said he was thinking about going. I told him, if he goes, I go. Then he sent me a text, with a picture of his pledge on it; and said - "how can we not be there for the first show in 8 yeras??"

Best thing about this? Eight years ago neither of us were seeing anyone. This time around? We'll both be married.

 Hope still flies.

I've Been Waiting in Halfhearted Sleep

I don't know if I ever truly thought this day would come.

Five Iron Frenzy is finally back together. They're releasing an album in 2013.

I'm all smiles.

Everything Starts Where It Ends

I cleaned my bathroom today. Vacuumed my room. And am in the midst of doing my laundry. What a tweet that would make huh?

How about - James Pierce just finished fall cleaning, and now wants to eat steak. That one is more Facebook-esque.

Or - check out this sweet pic of my clean bathroom! Google+ anyone?

I could have live feeds streaming 24/7 (not of my bathroom): James is here! James is doing this! James just worked 8 hours and wants ice cream!

But I don't. The thing about moving away from home is everything is different. You get to know people for ten plus years, most likely more - and then when you move everyone is new. Everything, is different. I've been in Texas less than two years. I can't expect to have great/wonderful/fulfilling relationships that make me smile like I used to. Oddly enough though, is that I do have relationships like that, and I am ever so blessed to have them. But something's missing.


I met Michael Mulligan in the third grade. He had his arm in a sling and/or cast because he had broken it falling off the monkey bars, or a tree, or something unsafe. Some things never change. Michael introduced me to Star Wars, bad cars (Ford), theatre, Disneyland (sure I went when I was a kid, but when you hang out with a guy who gets you kicked out of the theme park...), and so much more. He spent the first three years of his college days crashing on my floor/futon/couch and the last in an actual bed because I was sick of having him being an unofficial roommate: my dorm phone would ring more due to people calling looking for him than for me. Michael and I traveled to Europe for three weeks together, and although we almost killed each other in the process, it was the best three weeks of my life. I had the privilege of being Michael's best man in his wedding two years ago. Michael lives in New York; 1,815 miles away.

I met James Moore my freshman year of college. He moved into my room our second semester because his roommate had OCD and kicked him out, and mine up and left the school. We took the same classes, got completely different grades, and still managed to remain friends. We were James and James, James Squared, The James'. We lived together our sophomore year, were RA's together our junior year, and lived next door to each other senior year. We played Mario Kart and Mario Party and yes we spent time outside too; playing tennis, basketball, and throwing a frisbee on the beach. James continued his education and earned two Master's degrees, and is in the process of getting his Ph.D. (Overachiever). I had the privilege of being James' best man in his wedding four years ago. James lives in Boston; 2,036 miles away.

I met Andrew Teaters February 14th, 2003. Through random circumstances Andrew and I were roommates my senior year of college, 1 and a half years after I met him. HOW IN THE WORLD DID WE BECOME FRIENDS? Andrew introduced me to Chuck Palahniuk, Honda sport touring motorcycles, and Kiltlifter beer, to name a few. I've been able to play on his competitive church softball team a few times, watch MMA fights with the guys, and become a solid part of his extended family. He teaches sixth grade at a charter school as well as coaches the Jr. High girls volleyball team. He has three of the most amazing children I have ever had the joy to meet, and I am proud to be a distant (sad but true) uncle to them. I had the pirvilege of being Andrew's co-best man in his wedding five years ago. Andrew lives in Phoenix; 996 miles away.


If I had it my way, the four of us would live within 100 miles of one another. I'd even settle for 250. Not only are these three guys fantastically amazing, their wives are without a doubt their better halves. Kristin, Briana, and Rhiannon are some of my best friends as well, and it pains me every time a month or two or six or twenty go by without getting to see them. I miss these six people.

But wait, there's excitement brewing. I'm getting married. I'm getting married to a wonderful girl who is sunshine in my life. And our wedding is going to bring all my closest friends together, and we are going to celebrate and party and enjoy each other's company so very very much. So even if I don't have the opportunity to see AJ, James or Mikey in the next six months; I can guarantee I'll see them in April. Because if for some odd reason they can't make it to my wedding, I'll have their eyes gouged out and glued to mannequins made in their likeness.

space robot five...

Here is the News

I don't blog much. I suppose that's not truly news, it's in fact, fact. As anyone could tell by just looking around - posts are few and far between, nothing super-extravagant or mind-boggling. But hey, it is what it is - right?

For those interested, I'm doing GREAT. I've got a new job which I think I might actually enjoy, and it rained and thundered and lightninged yesterday so that was wonderful.
Oh yeah, I got engaged a month ago too. That's pretty awesome.

California Bound

We're heading out to California in about 7 hours. It's going to be one full and crazy weekend. My youngest brother is graduating from high school, it will be my birthday, my younger brother is getting married, it will be Father's Day, and we're gonna try to see as many people as we possibly can inbetween all that. Pretty sure there won't be room for anything else!

So here's to an awesome time, perfect weather, and lovely people.

Let's do this!

PS - I will most definitely take a swim in the Pacific Ocean. My body is depending on me.

Willem Once Said (2)

"The goal, ultimately, is to be fully yourself in Christ - then, it doesn't matter what you do."

Pentecost Sunday

If Jesus Christ is true then I am mostly lies.
If Jesus Christ is love then I have failed to try.
If Jesus Christ is life then please just let me die.
Let this die.

All Downhill From Here

Last day of work at the animal hospital tomorrow. Bittersweet? When I told them in January I was looking for work in other places they graciously let me stay on, until it was time for them to finally bite the bullet and hire someone to take my place. That happened on the second of May. So tomorrow is the tenth of June. And tomorrow I say goodbye. Goodbye to the place where I spent the majority of the past nineteen months. Bittersweet is a perfect description.

Where does that leave me?

I feel like at the very beginning, once again.

The Downfall of Civilization

We all say we'll start blogging more. We all say we'll write until our minds are numb, our fingers blue. And then we log onto Facebook, check out what all our friends are up to - and then leave the computer in search of food.

I hate Facebook.

June Already?

Let's run into the ocean.

You know that feeling when you're running on the sand, just before your feet hit the rippling tide as it rises and falls along the shoreline? You don't care what the temperature will be, it's too hot out anyway to ever have water be "too cold." Your feet kick the surface of the water, sending outburts of splashes back where it came from. And before you know it the water is to your ankles, your knees, and you dive dive dive into the crashing waves.

There's nothing quite like it.

Willem Once Said (1)

"You won't find solutions independent of action."

thoughts?

Look Out World

it came in the mail today
all shiny and new
completely empty
all perfect and blue

four seven nine
four seven seven
nine seven four
numbers from heaven

meant to be memorized
meant to be known
meant to keep history
to where i have flown

i'm utterly excited
it was worth every cent
but the year left without one
was perfectly spent

yet i hold in my hand
a ticket to anywhere
and i plan to fill it up
to great places i do declare

so here's to the future
and this traveling man
it's time to go adventuring
wherever i can

It Does a Body Good

I went running today. I bought myself shoes for Christmas and wore them for the first time. I can't remember the last time I actually went running. Sad. But the most difficult part is starting again so this was a good beginning. I ran for three miles and my timing was horrible, but hey, I can only get better.

I'm nice and refreshed, now time for bed.

Guac

We made rolled tacos and guacamole last night.

I could eat that forever and a day.

This Sorta Thing

Don't mind me. I'm just in a funk. Nothing you can fix. Nothing I won't get out of. I'm tired. Tired of not knowing. You can only search for so long until hope slowly disappears. Right?

I probably don't believe half of the things I write.

Will I ever fully be content? Will there be a day when I take a second to look around me and say, hey, I'm here. I've arrived. Life is at its best.

I miss Andrew and Rhiannon, James and Briana, Michael and Kristin, Kyle and Colette, Joel and Chrissy.

It's just going to be another one of those days I suppose.


So here, here we go again. Should I move right or left. Or just step back to check if I missed a step. Oh no, we can never be to sure when forever's on the line. Forever passed me by a hundred times tonight.