We’ve had an eventful week. Heather went up to Boone, NC to help redecorate her parents’ house with the other siblings. I stayed home with the two babies doing the Mr. Mom thing. Don’t worry. The kids are fine, just a little dirty and tired of eating microwaved chicken tenders.

1. I was able to recover the important posts from the crash. I didn’t bother pulling out the Friday video posts and things like that. I may do that later if I get around to it. I get very little hits in the archive for those posts so there’s not much point in digging them up.
2. My wife, Heather, made her inaugural post yesterday in our new blog format. I think this is going to be fun.
3. Have you heard of the DoodleBops? They are SCARY. My kids aren’t into them at all, and it’s going to stay that way. It’s just too weird and I can’t handle how feminine the two guys are. I’m sorry, but I don’t want my son or my daughters imitating that. I found this hilarious review on epinions the other day. Reviews aren’t usually funny, but this guy made me chuckle.
   

   Bob the Bus Driver - who comes in the midst of his midlife crisis and is one song away from a restraining order. He is one creepy bus driver. I guess they figure half the kids in the audience can relate to him, because they have a daddy at home who is equally as mortifying - you know the daddy tries too hard to be cool - he tries to recapture is youth by wearing outdated clothes, combing his hair just so to cover his thinning/balding hair, uttering out of character phrases - like “Fo Sho” and striking rapper poses to make him look cool.

4. Claire Alston has written a great post on her blog about an experience she had discussing theology with a drunk friend. It strikes me that many Christians her age (nevermind adults) would have been too afraid or “principled” to even be in the same room with a drunk guy who is obviously confused. Though, I suspect Jesus wanted her right there doing what she was doing. Good job, Claire.
5. A long-time friend of the family and founding member of the church I grew up in died last week. At the funeral (thank God I had the wherewithal to sit on the back pew) Kaitlyn was an angel. Until the benediction. During the final prayer, she pulls on my arm and in a VERY loud whisper says,
   

   “Hurry up, Daddy! I want to see the dead body!”

   Sigh. Things were going so well.

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