The sound of many waters

Rain is a funny thing.

Even though we shower every day, we run inside to get out of the rain. Rain almost always has negative connotations at the time it is falling. 

Today I was running a PA system for a friend's daughter's outdoor wedding and there were huge looming black clouds moving in quick. As soon as the ceremony started, so did the rain. I started thinking about this rain thing while I was breaking down all the sound equipment in the pouring rain. What I faced at that moment was a choice between two opposite reactions to my immediate situation. I could either be angry or upset that I was getting soaked while I was getting the equipment to safety under a tarp in the bed of my truck, or I could enjoy the moment.

Where is the top of the hill?

It is officially over. As of today, I can no longer blame my mistakes or irresponsibility on youthful whimsy or eccentricities. I am 30, the age of regular adulthood. Yes, I know that 18 and 21 have their claim on that position, but still, any age with a 1 or a 2 as the first digit are still considered "young" adults. Now, the young is dropped, and although I cannot yet be deemed middle aged, I am "getting up there."

Adventures of the hairless

What is it about being emotional that makes men feel like the bigget girl ever, in the history of ever. I slept in this morning (until 8:30) and got out of bed. After turning on the TV and fighting the temptation to beat the next temple in Zelda: Twilight Princess, my channel surfing lead me to this infomercial about children with cancer. 
This mother was on camera talking about her 3 year old son, who had some sort of cancer that had attached itself to one of his ribs.