I continue to find myself more prone to tears than I ever have been in the past. It’s usually parental things that push me along the path to tears, although a sappy kids movie can also do it. (Seriously, I was near tears watching the Croods. The Croods.)
I guess it’s probably not a bad thing. It’s some sort of physical response to the weight of being a dad, a husband. I knew this stuff wouldn’t be easy. It’s good — but seldom easy.
And sometimes, that’s worth crying about. After all, it isn’t exactly baseball, is it?
Archives for July 2014
Favorites: Counting Stars || Andrew Peterson
I love all of Andrew Peterson’s albums, but this one is a particular favorite. This song, in fact, is the song I name as my favorite when my son asks. I love it. I love the reminder that God is in control, and that He takes a long view, and that there is a reckoning.
Self-esteem Boost
Sometimes, when I get sad, I read spam comments and feel awesome instead. In the last 24 hours, these things have been said, directed toward me:
- It’s a real pleasure to find someone who can think like that (Courtesy someone who wants to sell prescription drugs)
- Created the greatest articles, you have. (Yoda, selling health insurance)
- Super excited to see more of this kind of stuff online. (Life insurance)
- Great insight! That’s the answer we’ve been looking for. (Someone selling a blue pill)
I’m pretty amazing. Just saying.
Keyboard problems
I have spilled more than a little coffee on keyboards in my day. I’m not too proud to admit it. Usually, I let them dry out and they bounce back. But, recently, my old standby bit the dust in a coffee spill.
Now, I can be functional on my laptop’s keyboard if I have to be, but I’m most happy when I’ve got a full keyboard on my desk. I know it’s a goofy thing to love, but I love it.
So, I stopped by Walmart and grabbed the cheapest one I could find. Let me tell you how that worked out: It had a half-sized backspace key. Half sized. They tucked the backslash key up there beside it. So, mister big-fingers over here kept on typing a back slash when he wanted to delete a character. Then, when I went to delete that one, it’d just get worse. The spacing was all off. It was awful. I was frustrated by it every time I typed. Every time.
So, after a couple of weeks, I gave in. I stopped by Walmart again. I spent more time looking at my options. This time, I spent more than I wanted to (’cause I’m cheap), but I’m very, very happy with what I bought. The backspace key is the right shape. The number pad is normal. The space between the keys is right. I’m just saying, this is keyboard heaven.
So now, to use the modern vernacular, I’ve got ninety-nine problems, but the backspace key ain’t one.
Benadryl… Whoa
I had a heavy attack of histamines this weekend. We’re talking puffy eyes, sneezy, runny nose. And then to fight that off, you get a whole rash of symptoms from the antihistamines.
Benadryl… benadryl is the reason I’m so sure I don’t ever want to do illegal drugs. Hokey smokes. I dislike feeling like I’m floating. I dislike feeling cloudy-headed. I really dislike my heart racing.
You know what’s the worst, though? The worst is having both sets of symptoms all at once. That’s what this weekend was like. Somewhere out there, there’s someone who might actually enjoy that. Not this guy.