Ok class, what do you want to be when you grow up?

If I could have any job in the world I would be a rock star.

There is something so attractive and mysterious about the life of a rocker. They are special people. Special enough that they go to new towns a few nights every week to perform leaving a path of friendship and good times. You would think ones memory would get full from all the events these nomads have encountered.

However I do understand that it isn't all glory. There is the driving, time away from family, loading and unloading gear, trying to get airplay, random one night stands- oh wait, was I noting the down side or... I'll move on.

In light of all those facts decided that since I am only 22, I am going to learn to play the guitar (what a great coincidence, I just got a new guitar), get a few tattoos and release my inner rock star. Im thinking the name of my band will be Tabula Rasa... or Daze Inn. Yeah, that's it.

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The ever changing, never ending list.

I hear a lot about bucket lists. I dunno, maybe I have one. More of my 'lists' are current lists, 5 year lists, 25 year lists...but I guess they all could be bucket lists because we don't know how much time we've got at the dance. Over the past 2 years my wants have drastically changed. I've been focusing on simpler things, true things. Not reaching so much for more, just trying to enjoy what is here more. That goes for family, friends, opportunity, relationships...not material things. (Except I really really want a canoe or kayak so I can get out on the water soon) Is it possible to make a list that won't change? Is it possible to remain true to the values of a 34 year old father, when those very values seem to have shifted based on life experiences? Are the items on my list too specific? Maybe... Love Honesty Compassion Health Fun More to come on this one I'm pretty sure.

Take us out to the ball game.

Last night we ventured over to the Explorers baseball game after dinner, it was great. Jordan talked to the X's pitching crew out in the bull-pin for a while, and they ended up giving him a ball. He's such a sports guy! The pitcher that gave him the ball said, "Can you give it a throw?" and so he did...over his head out into left field! Of course my diva Bell had more fun doing spins and drinking a slush, but that's all good. I love my family.

The more things change, the more they remain the same.

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