I think things at work are slowing down a little.  Last week we replaced both the elementary lab and the secondary library computers.  It’s been crazy the last few weeks and it’s going to be nice to get some things done that have been backing up.  Unfortunately being so busy at work has had an adverse effect on my tasks at home.  I still haven’t finished the cabinet thing I’ve been working on outside the bathroom and I haven’t gotten past designing the pantry yet.  A couple other things I’ve been meaning to do have been put on the back burner as well.

So, hopefully I’ll be able to catch up a bit.

I just realized I should have given up work for Lent. That would’ve made the last 40 days so much easier.

I’m on the way back from K-zoo as we speak; my sister Michelle had her baby today.

Easter dinner this year was lacking an easter-egg hunt, but came complete with a piñata.

What sort of piñata would you expect on Easter?

Of course, like me you first thought of a Jesus piñata. Just think, a piñata like the one of Garfield below, except bearing the visage of Jesus…

The thought was immediately histerical and then very quickly horrifying.

The Christmas story is reenacted in December. If we are going to follow our standards a Jesus piñata at Easter would be appropriate.

I blocked frozenembryo.net on the firewall at work.  This may somewhat explain why I haven’t updated quite as much lately.

But seriously folks, work is tough [mentally, relationally, physically... take your pick] plus, I’ve got a wife to take care of with a baby on the way, I have a furniture deadline to meet, twelve cows to milk…  let us just say that I am keeping busy.

Riverview’s ONE service last week at the Wharton was flipping sweet.  We had about three hours to get audio/visual/lighting set up, get the band all tuned up, and then everyone else was let in.  The service itself was sweet and I was reminded that I lose sight of the important things much too often.

As soon as I don’t feel like I just got off a tilt-o-whirl I’ll post again, most definitely.  Double true.

I’m hanging out in short-term parking at the Detroit Metro airport and listening to Coverville (something Noel’s been posting about) and talking to Danny on GAIM. That I had the necessary bits and pieces with me to get online where otherwise I could not, makes me feel horribly geeky.

Regardless, I’m here because Tara is on her way back from Connecticut. Her flight was delayed just over two hours because another flight was late, or at least that’s what I’ve heard about it. Tara thought she was getting on the plane so I left, then got another message saying they didn’t actually let them on then but ‘now they were.’ So here I sit waiting for my six-week-along wife.

It was actually a really quick drive into Detroit and I made a stop at exit 153 (kensington) because there’s a Mobil station I used to stop at often that has a superior coffee selection. Don’t get me wrong, these aren’t exactly the premium blends you would expect at say, your local Starbucks or Beaners, but they’re better than most gas station coffees. That having been said, it is important to note that as I started filling a cup with “cappuccino” the attendant pipes up with “that’s out of order.”

Sure enough the machine next to the one I was using did indeed say “Out of Order, flushing pipes.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded bad, so I disposed of my mostly empty styrofoam cup. Another attendant (who for some reason assumed my name was Mike) informed me that the other coffee should be OK so I moved to the ‘real’ coffee selections. No French Roast. 100% Columbian, luckily, was in stock. As I came up to the counter the attendant dismissively mutters, “I’m not making you pay for that.”

“Why?” says I.

“It’ll make you sick”

“But the other guy said…” and I trailed off.

“Alright, dollar twenty-five”

The conversation continued and I ended up getting the coffee, but upon my first careful sip I was disappointed because, of course, I had originally wanted something with taste and I ended up with Mobil station “columbian?” coffee.
So, here I sit, being deceived by the smell of coffee that cannot reasonably be consumed.

Tara ought to be landing soon.