The things you need to know about me before we start:
Thing 1: I am a TERRIBLE grammarist (yeah? perhaps speller too) so forgive me if I offend you with my awesome ability of the English language and rules thereof.
Thing 2: I am the father of the most awesome baby girl on the face of the planet, Addison. Picture below.
She is one half of my better half, the other half of the half that isn't me (...), my aforementioned wife Kathleen, pictured with Addison below.
Thing 3: I am a teacher, a music teacher to be more specific, and a band director to go even further with it! I absolutely enjoy, to the greatest extent, working with my students on a daily basis. They make coming to work bearable. I'm not so much ecstatic about working for the state of NC, but you do what you have to do to make a living.
Thing 4: I love to compose music, in the symphonic band/orchestral/marching band realm of composing. I once won runner up in a contest in college for composition. I compose or arrange all of the marching show music for the fall season for my band (saves my booster organization a TON of $$$).
Thing 5: One of the most important things you have to know about me... I rarely, if ever, have a conscious thought going on in my brain. I know what you're thinking: you're an idiot, you're brain is always thinking and you're and IDIOT! That may be, but it's actually true. Take for example, when I'm driving in the car. What do most people do? They are thinking about their day, the next day, their significant other, their dog, pooping (another "thing" you have to know about me is my sense of humor, we'll get to that), and a ton of other thoughts. I would venture to say that most people have a stream of thoughts, a whole web of conscious thought, exploding from their head at any given moment during any given second (too redundant?). I do not. This is important, because I am BLOGGING, a place where one writes their thoughts down for the (potentially) entire world to see. How is this possible, and why is this paragraph so long...? One of the few talents I have possessed during my life time is reading and writing (not much for the grammar or spelling). I love to read. I once read the Twilight books (Hey, watch it. Read them and tell me you didn't like them!) in three days, The Hobbit in a day, and the final Harry Potter book in less than a day. Somehow, this translated into me liking to write, and also the ability to express my feelings way more eloquently than speech would allow (take eloquently for example). I've written short stories and I have 86 pages of a novel written (it's terrible, don't ask about it...ever. I don't even know if my wife knows about that.) So the conundrum at hand is that I love to write but almost never have a thought in the brain, but when I sit at a computer or piece of paper (don't really do that much any more, sad isn't it) the thoughts seem to flow right out. So enjoy!
Thing...what number am I on?: I have a quirky, some would say inappropriate, raunchy, child-like, sense of humor. I guess I never really grew up. I mean, I do teach 15-18 year olds and Lord knows, they are not the most mature beings on the Earth. I have this friend from college who cannot stand the word poop. So, naturally, I bring it into our conversations WHEVER the opportunity presented itself and if it didn't present itself, I would present it for the sake of presenting it. I like to hear people laugh I guess, and most people, whether they admit it or not, like to laugh at inappropriate things (Southpark, Family Guy, pretty much all TV sitcoms all together).
Last Thing for today is Religion. KABOOM, dropped that bomb on ya. I have been a Christian since I can remember. I had a Baptist upbringing and had religion kind of shoved down my throat by my Aunt (love her to death) pretty much until I could have a independent thought of my own. Some of my best friends are Atheists and Jewish, both of which according to my Aunt, are going to burn in hell (never thought a place so awful should get a capitalization). I have A LOT of issues when it comes to Christianity, the bible, and the people who are so closed minded that they won't even consider the fact that, maybe the Christians got it wrong (ouch, sorry if that offended. Keep in mind, I'm a Christian). This is definitely a topic that should get a blog all to itself, but let me say what I think and the viewpoint I like the best. The bible was written by men who were, and are, flawed creatures. Even if they were writing down visions from God, they would have to interpret what God, the being no man can look at or else they will explode (that's in the bible somewhere), was saying to these men. Then the bible was compiled together from scrolls and then interpreted some more. Then translated to fit the English language (not to mention there was a King thrown in the mix that may or may not have left some things out when he chose to translate it, which wasn't the first attempt to translate into English). And then!!! interpreted some more by "scholars" who taught others and opened institutions to teach people what THEY believed the bible meant and what the "people" should know.
My relationship with God and my religious beliefs were shaped by my experiences, whether those be good or bad, but it is a relationship and belief none the less. C.S. Lewis may have put it to me the best (you know, like we had a personal relationship and all). *SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER ALERT* At the end of The Chronicles of Narnia everyone dies and Aslan appears to the children. There are also some characters that were not Narnians nor worshipped Aslan, however, upheld the morality of the Narnians. These characters were able to go with Aslan and the Narnian's to Aslan's country. This can be interpreted as a religious theme (I certainly took it that way) and that Lewis' (grammar?) take on religion was that those that did not follow Aslan but upheld his beliefs were granted access to the "real Narnia." Make your own connections to that, but if you apply that to Christianity, and that's basically what I believe.
So as my wife would say, dear readers, I leave you with this. Until next time...
Poop!
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