Stuff about me.
Ten years ago today the invitation asked the guests to be at the church by 2:00 pm. Within an hour after that, we were husband and wife.
For us, it really has been for richer or poorer and in sickness and in health. We’ve made it this far, with God’s grace, we’ll keep making it.
Happy anniversary Honeybun. Knowing what I know now, I’d do it all over again. Thank you for the best 10 years of my life.
The London Daily Mail has a story on a woman who aborted her baby ten years ago to save the planet. The mail describes the woman:
While some might think it strange to celebrate the reversal of nature and denial of motherhood, Toni relishes her decision with an almost religious zeal.
Oh, make no mistake. This is a religious zeal.
“Having children is selfish. It’s all about maintaining your genetic line at the expense of the planet,” says Toni, 35.”Having children is selfish. It’s all about maintaining your genetic line at the expense of the planet,” says Toni, 35.
It’s official. The environment is now more important to environmentalists than people. They are sacrificing their own children on the altar of Environmentalism. This one scares me.
Having children is the opposite of selfish. After just less than one year of being a father, I’ve learned selfishness and parenting are not compatible. This woman doesn’t have a clue about the significance of parenthood. What is selfish is killing your child so he or she won’t use more carbon than you are comfortable with.
However, as long as these people have the courage of their convictions, they will ultimately fail. As they die out, their only hope is to convert other people’s children to their religion that worships the planet over the life of humans. It didn’t work for the Shakers. It won’t work for the environmentalists.
Chatting on Skype for the Woot the Amateur Hour after show tailgate party.
Happy Thanksgiving. Here is a day in the life of Jason
8:15 am
Heard Bailey waking up. It’s about 23 degrees and cloudy, but the sunshine is bright in my house.
9:30
Put our Sunshine down for her nap. Honeybun is preparing the bird. Breakfast is in the oven.
10:00 Breakfast
Had my wife’s famous breakfast casserole (eggs, sausage, green chili, cheese), cinnamon rolls, and juice. Put the turkey in the oven.
11:30
Got the house cleaned up (I vacuumed!). Honeybun is taking a quick nap. Bailey is still sleeping. That means its time to catch some of the football game. Someone has to do it. The game isn’t going to watch itself.
2:00
My buddy’s car won’t start. Gotta go pick him up.
2:30
Setting the table.
3:15
We’re getting close. My father-in-law is cutting up the Turkey.
I think this shows my cleverness. Notice how I avoided this messy job by giving him “the honor” of carving the bird.
3:30
Dinner’s on! Let’s see what’s on the table.
Deviled eggs
The relish plate
Some like the olives
Celery and cheese (straight from the can)
Fruit salad
Classic green bean salad (originally served by the Pilgrims – no, really)
Sweet potato casserole
Mashed potatoes – real potatoes
Stuffing – yes, boxed
Gravy!
Cranberry sauce (yes, from the can)
Artisan bread
None of this would be complete without…
The Turkey!
And Cheerios for one. She did get to share in some turkey, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, but these are her favorite.
5:00
Time for the clean up. Not so clever in getting out of this one. Since Honeybun did the cooking, I figure its only fair to do my part.
7:00
Bed time for the little one. Its about an hour early, but with all the commotion she wouldn’t go down for an afternoon nap.
7:45
Time for desert.
Today is my 38th birthday. This post is where I should ponder the passage of time and the maturity it brings.
But I’ve got nothing.
Honeybun came back from visiting her parents this week. My in-laws have the best neighbor ever. Whenever she hears I’m going to be there to visit, she bakes a rum cake.
No, not merely a rum cake. She bakes a little piece of heaven.
This time I wasn’t able to make the trip, but she sent back a slice of her famous rum cake with Honeybun.
Too bad the blog doesn’t come with Smell-O-Vision, because this stuff is AWESOME!
Did I mention how good this tastes?
Last Wednesday, 6 year-old Noe Balderrama was crossing a street with his 14 year-old sister. His sister got to the other side but Noe had turned around to get a book he dropped. The driver of the pickup truck didn’t see him. After the accident, the driver stopped to give aid, but Noe died at the hospital.
Noe’s funeral was yesterday. James Hoehl attended. James was the driver of the pickup.
During the funeral, Noe’s father called James forward and embraced him saying, “It’s not your fault. It’s God’s decision. There’s nothing we can do about it.” Noe’s mother followed and also embraced James saying, “It’s not your fault. He was an angel and it’s not your fault.”
We can all stand to learn a lesson from these parents on how to forgive.
May God bless Noe Balderrama and the family he left behind.
Honeybun took Bailey to Las Cruces this weekend to visit the grandparents. It’ll be a short trip, but I miss ’em. Just looking at this picture, I’m sure you can see why.
Hurry to the store now and you may be able to pick up your ham flavored soda. No, really. Jones Soda Co. is making holiday themed flavors. The ham flavor comes in the “Christmas pack” that will also include traditional favorites such as Egg Nog, Sugar Plum, and Christmas Tree. Ummmm, OK.
There will also be a Hanukkah pack featuring Jelly Doughnut, Apple Sauce, Chocolate Coins and Latkes sodas.
I’m getting that urpy feeling just thinking about it.
There’s even more good news. All the flavors are supposedly Kosher (even the ham) and caffeine free.
