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I'm knocking on Death's door. Today is my birthday and I've officially kissed my twenties goodbye. You may now refer to me as the "Walking Fossil".

A reflection on a post...

I just read a post on my friend Sarah’s blog. I really enjoyed this post. Her home sounds very relaxing and inviting. Sarah is a gifted writer and the scene that she set was very warm. Our house would read something like this...

I've locked myself in the bathroom. It’s my last bastion of peace and solitude. I know that it is only a matter of time before they find me. In the hallway, I can hear them. They are getting closer. Then I hear Ashton say, “I have to go to the bathroom.” It’s all about to end. Grace is now crying, because Houston slammed his bedroom door on her. Ashton is pounding on the bathroom door warning that he is going to pee his pants. Bridget is threatening Houston with the wooden spoon and Grace is still crying. The laundry is reaching critical levels, the dishes need done and I just heard the faint whimpers of my wife as she lies on the floor of the boy’s bedroom in the fetal position because she just realized I'm leaving this weekend for school and she will be home alone.

Vibrating Cell Phones...

Some may disagree, but I find it very amusing when I’m sitting in a meeting and someone’s cell phone is going off, while on vibrate mode. The comical thing is that the setting is designed to avoid the kind of embarrassing situation where your phone interrupts whatever is going on draws unwanted attention to yourself. Yet the vibrate mode on most phones is so strong that the sound emitted from the vibrating phone is more distracting than that of the standard ringtone. To me, it’s just kind of funny.

The Miss Universe Pageant

Our arrogance is sickening. To think that each year we crown a female from our planet Miss Universe is a little disturbing. I mean who do we think we are? We don’t even know the physical limits of the universe and haven’t sent any human beings to any of the surrounding planets in our own solar system. Yet, year after year we declare that this one person will represent the universe. We should be ashamed. And don't even get me started on Mr. Universe.

It's a boy!

It seems my machismo knows no bounds. Yes, today we received confirmation following an ultrasound appointment that has verified that we are expecting another son. Even prior to his birth, my son boldly declared his masculinity. While some lesser fetuses might have evaded such a moment of vulnerable disclosure, my boy wasn’t the least bit bashful.

For those keeping track that gives me a three and one record, not too bad. Of course while no reasonable person would argue that impregnating one’s wife with a son represents the pinnacle of reproductive skill, we would be remiss to allow folks to consider this a negative critique of our female brethren. Even the most staunch chauvinist would agree that our world is a far better place with women in it. No, I for one take great pride in the fact that my little girl will now have three brothers to threaten, intimidate, and protect her from any guy foolish enough to consider speaking to her.

Just wanted to share my good news…

Thoughts from the couch...

I’m just laying on the couch today and relaxing. Bridget is resting in our room and the kids are all asleep. I built a fire in the wood stove and am listening to some old records. Currently playing…a Frank Sinatra album. My friend Sarah gave me a huge pile of old records that she was getting rid of (Thanks Sarah) and I’m enjoying going through these vintage albums. Don’t get me wrong, I like my ipod, and love the idea of having music in your pocket, but I still appreciate listening to these classics on the record player. Maybe its just nostalgia, but who cares.

Anyway, here I sit. The atmosphere is very comforting and I can't help but appreciate the smell of the Christmas tree in the room. We have a live tree. Actually, I guess its pretty dead now, but either way, it’s not a fake tree. I could probably write an entire blog about the communists that have the audacity to place these counterfeit trees in their homes. But I digress. Good music, crackling fire, sleeping children. It’s a good day. Only two things are missing. The first is a cup coffee and the second, well; suffice it to say that it’s something that both my employer and the pezzonovante of the church (Godfather reference) forbid. So for now…I’ll just see about that cup of coffee.

The Dark Side of Black Friday

In my last post I commented on my most recent Black Friday experience and why I like this retail bonaza. This post, as promised, will discuss a few things that I don’t like about Black Friday.

I guess it comes down to just a few basic things.

More. It’s not just an issue with Black Friday, but year round, and that is the feeling that we need more stuff. What’s worse is that we are constantly being told that we deserve more stuff. “You deserve a ______________.” Plasma screen TV, new iphone, car, wardrobe, etc. But when you witness the sheer volume of stuff that’s being purchased on this one day is disturbing and causes one to consider how gluttonous our society really is.

Goodwill toward Men. While it can be entertaining to watch people and laugh at the childish manner in which people behave on Black Friday, there really isn’t anything funny about people treating other people as badly as they do. Watch the news and you’ll hear about someone that was trampled by a crowd or a fight that broke out on Black Friday. Sad really.

The Newspaper. I don’t like it that the Thanksgiving Day newspaper is stuffed full of the retail store “door buster” advertisements. A few years back, we spent Thanksgiving with my wife’s side of the family. When we got to her grandmother’s house, many of them were just sitting around the table looking through the ads and planning where they would go the following day. I couldn’t believe it, these are people that don’t visit or see each other very often and rather than enjoy that time together, they were planning and deciding what stuff they were going to buy the next morning. Fortunately, that hasn’t been the case in recent years, but still, I think that such an occurrence may be more common than we think.

So, those are the big three, but they all really just boil down to old fashion selfishness. My good friend Travis Keller says that Black Friday is the day that makes baby Jesus cry.
The truth is our selfishness, is a problem year round. Perhaps Black Friday isn’t the day we make baby Jesus cry, maybe it’s just the day when our selfishness is so in our face that we finally notice He’s there in the first place. And yes, He’s probably crying.