Blogging from the iPhone is a real hassle. I plan on using my laptop whenever we have wifi – so don’t fear lame blogs for the next 3 weeks. I feel an obligation to the public to keep it at least somewhat interesting.

The schedule for this tour is packed. We’re out for 19 days, and we play almost every night. Lucky for us, most of these states are like, 3 miles wide, so we can move through them pretty quickly.

So, I have Brynn on the road with me and the Viking has Toby and Richy. The reason I did it this way was because R2 is not doing great with the transistions in and out of school. So I threw some options out there, and Eva threw some options out there, and the best plan was for us to fly her up and keep the boys.

This is my first full tour in several years- since 2004, I think. After the twins died, I went on one more run and then R2 had a bad seizure and I kinda gave up. SO this is restoration for me, some. I’m excited to get to go.

We’re spending a couple of days here in Nashville, playing a couple times but mostly gathering for practice and prayer and prep- for the rest of the trip. Our pals here in N-ville are so great to host us.

Richy and Brynn and I and our new (Kansas City) sound tech Andrew drove from KC, and the rest of the team drove from Texas in a rental van. We’ll drop the old blue van off in Nashville and pick it up to take us back to KC.

Ol Blue is a 1994 15 passenger van that we bought from a pastor that works in Mexico and Texas, and we’ve worked it hard. We’ve also replaced the transmission a couple times. The van has multiple hang-ups, but it’s big and it runs and it can pull the trailer. So we aren’t getting rid of it yet- but we aren’t asking her to make cross-country trips anymore.

So we used to rent vans from PV rental, and now with Blue being old, we’ve started renting them again. So as of tomorrow, my rattled brains and windblown hair will be transferred to a sparkling 2009 15 passenger, maybe even with cupholders. (fingers crossed!)

2:28 pm popeyes chicken Forstell, mo. We are en route to Nashville to meet up with the Texas radiants. So far the tiny princess has done very well, except a meltdown when I thought she was done eating. Do not get in between baby and her chicken, FYI.

4:57 pm somewhere in Illinois. I finished another tutu, my best one yet. I think we've got another 3.5 hours or so to n-ville. In other news, I think viking granny has potty trained toby in less than a day. Revere her.


The boring road blogs won't last forever. I plan on worse case, RoboBlogger. We are about 2 hours from Nashville at 7:53 pm

Forgot the funnest bit of news yesterday- we found a house! Of course, most y'all already knew that because of the Mr's facebook. But lemme tell you:

Well, first, I usually have in mind that people I know may at some time read my blogs- like my future landlord. So there is that little reservation. I will tell you about the house with that in mind.

The house was listed on Craigslist and it sounded like a joke- I mean, it was like if Daniel wrote a fake ad for exactly what we were looking for or something. It's 4 bedrooms, 2 baths with a basement and RV parking (for the trailer and radiant van), plus a fenced yard and an extra sunroom. We called the guy, and he's an IHOPer and wants to stop renting it by the room and eventually wants to sell it. So we went and saw it, but there are still three single guys renting it, so we had to look with eyes of faith.

It's a fixer-upper, in that it needs to be repainted everywhere, and the carpet in the dining area needs to be pulled up to the wood floors (everywhere else in the house is hardwood), and the base for the wood-burning stove (some kinda antique-how cool is that) needs to be re-tiled. Lucky for us, the owner is willing to pay for all the materials, and we can fix it up how we want. It's gonna be awesome.

It has two bedrooms on the first floor. One is pretty spacious and has a big-ish closet (Hannah). The other one is a teeny little room with lots of sunlight (R2). There's a full bath downstairs, and it needs some updating, but mostly cosmetic. I didn't look too closely, because there's three GUYS living there and I would probably rather not know.

The kitchen is small, but the dining area has a built-in hutch, so storage space is good. Oh, and bless the Lord for He is holy, there is A DISHWASHER. It's circa 1980, but I don't care. I will use it until it dies.
The dining area is carpeted in a nice navy 1980's polka dot, and soon it will be either hardwood or tiled... then there is a big sunroom off the back. It's big, all windows and very enticing. I plan on doing some serious reading in that room.

Then up the wood stairs to the 2nd floor (which seems like the 3rd because of the basement) and a bedroom that we will use for the babies- the MOG looked at it but I was mainly trying to keep Toby from a)plunging to his hurt and b)away from Bachelor 2's drumset. Full bath upstairs, unflushed toilet. Nice.

The master bedroom is big, and it has a skylight. Bachelor 3 evidently doesn't care for daylight, so he has a sheet hanging on the ceiling to block the light- but I am stoked about that light. I am SO excited. There was also a pair of enormous boxer shorts, a big-screen TV, and an impressive collection of video games, but I don't think they come with the house. The room has 2 closets. One is kinda an alcove built into the roof, you know, so on a slant, and the other is a medium size walk-in. THEN, there is a door to outside, where there is a balcony! It's a little scary looking, but we stomped around and it's sturdy. It looks over the fenced backyard.

The MOG just stood there staring, no doubt envisioning himself with a cup of Joe, the Holy Book, and angelic visitations in a lawn chair out there in the future...

The basement is unfinished, but big with lots of storage shelves and a little walled-off area which is evidently a producer's dream for a basement drum room. The studio will be down there, as well as the laundry room, which he is already figuring out how to hide from his view. There's a one-car garage, but a gated-off driveway that is big enough for our van and trailer, without compromising the main driveway, which could easily hold 3 cars.

So the whole thing is big, and old and really interesting- so full of potential for us to make it ours. Who knows, maybe we'll want to buy it someday. We move in July 1st, since we'll be on the road for the next 3 weeks. We can start going in and doing repairs in June, and I'll be taking pictures and videos.

All right, Robo-Blogger is officially off duty. It was pretty fun coming back and reading all the comments.

My fast was okay. It probably wasn't hard enough, because I still had plenty of distractions. Still, it's over- and the end of the 3 week fast is tomorrow. I am going to eat so many brownies I might explode. If I explode, know I went out happy.

It was an eventful week. I learned how to make tutus.




I also cleaned out our closet and made a skirt for maself out of a discarded pair of the MOGs jeans.



In addition to these crafty exploits, I spent a LOT of time at the doctor with Toby, who has been diagnosed with allergies and asthma. So that was a couple nights with the nebulizer every three hours. We are now dosing him with steroids (and he is getting ripped) and Claritin and albuterol in a cute little inhaler. The question, does having an inhaler automatically make you a little bit of a geek- No. He is a wheezy little rockstar.

In other news, I am leaving for a tour with the Radiants on Wednesday. Viking Granny will be here tomorrow, and she will chill here in KC with my male offspring, whilst I take the tantrummy female one on the road with me. I'll be on the road for 19 days, and I think I should still be able to blog daily, I mean, this is America and we do have socialized wi-fi. So no worries there.

Stay tuned!

birch williams said...
Mrs. Smartypants, Given the tough economic condition, what is the quickest way for me to become a millionaire?
The absolute quickest way is to already be one. Then, don't pay your taxes. One of three things will happen. 1) You will be added to Obama's Cabinet, as the Secretary of Such-and-Such 2) the IRS will find you and you will have to disappear. If this happens, get a John Grisham novel and find tips on disappearing well. or 3) You will go to jail. On second thought, that's not a terrific plan.
Another way is by selling Mary Kay, with me as your upline. Everyone who has ever sold Mary Kay is a millionaire now.

“This isn’t just another one of those get rich quick schemes. This scheme is guaranteed to get us rich… and quick!!”
Homer Simpson

Mama PC said...
If the diaperer was diapering the diapered? Would the diaperer diaper the diapered the way the diapered WANTED to be diapered, or would the diaperer diaper the diapered the way the diaperer USUALLY diapered diapereds?

Dear reader. I know you have access to a great deal of pharmaceuticals. Perhaps a few less would be in order.


CrystalD said...
Dear Mrs. Smartypants

*how old do you have to be for it to be said that you died of old age?Pretty old. I'd say at least 40.


*If nobody buys a ticket to a movie do they still show it?If a tree falls on a mime in the forest, does anyone care?

*If someone owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way to the center of the earth?

Yes. Now you just go ahead and dig as big of a hole in your front yard as you want. 

*Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Thermodynamic centrifusion. I would explain, but what's the point?

*Do penguins have knees?

Is it really anybody's business? We know just about everything there is to know about penguins. Can they have this one small privacy?

*Why is it said that an alarm clock is going off when really its coming on?

It's predestination.

*In libraries, do they put the bible in the fiction or non-fiction section?

Non-fiction, and I bet somewhere some atheist is having a fit about it. Give me a fur-covered meat Bible and I will know what to do with it. Well, maybe not.

*Why do you put two cents in when its only a penny for your thoughts?

We're in a recession. Those were the old days. Under Reagan, we could have a two-penny thought.

*You know the signs on restaurant doors? No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service? what if someone goes in with No Pants? Would the restaurant still have to serve them?

If by serve them you mean call the police, then absolutely. Let's put this one to the test. Can I have a volunteer?

Happy weekend, everybody! I'll be back in person on Monday!

You know who Jesus loves? People. 

all of us broken, messed up, proud people. he loves us even when we are not loving each other- but He wants us to change. What bothers me about you- is in me. So let me say this. I love the church. Whatever needs to change in the church needs to change in me, because you and I- we are the church. I can't point fingers anywhere but here. Honestly, this is much easier. I have plenty of work to do right here. And you? Well, I love you. You can deal with your own heart. :)

"Love is beautiful, but it is also terrible-- terrible in its determination to allow nothing blemished or unworthy to remain in the beloved." Hannah Hurnard in Hind's Feet on High Places

I went to the dentist yesterday, well, really 3 days or so in the future. Remember, I am writing these on Sunday night. So I'm all sci-fi, see?

Anyway, the dentist. I might jot down some details to recap next week. Suffice it to say, I will use my GPS to drive deep into the ghetto, park and run indoors, where students will talk and laugh loudly as I entrust my mouth to them. I think I'm just getting a cleaning, though. I can't see that clearly... it's all hazy from here.

I also foresee a JPR set in the future, I mean yesterday. We will be singing and praying from Psalm 23, which seems pretty basic but evidently has some serious cross-references. I imagine the set will go well, although I will once again realize that I am not familiar with the Bible.

The deal is, I need to be familiar with it. I wanna breathe it. Because the way I want to live, and move- is based on stuff I haven't really searched out. Maybe today in the future will be some kinda breakthrough on that.

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.- C.S. Lewis

CS Lewis always makes me feel like I am wasting my life. I must be hatched.

Now, the good news is, I am in a very slow hatching process. The other good news is, I am not in denial about needing to pick up the pace a little.

You and I, we weren't made to sit still. We are moving. We just have to be pointed the right direction or else things get sticky. I am asking God to reveal my heart, because the rubbish in there is keeping me from moving. I am also asking God to help me, because when I see my heart, I just want to lay on the couch and think about something else, like eating.

God, give us grace to see and change. Amen, let's stand.

I will be beginning a week-long internet fast today. This is the HARDEST thing for me to fast, because I live on the web, and I gather all my knowledge from the Google.

But the thing with fasting is- if it doesn't hurt, then what's the point? I could easily fast brussel sprouts and dogs for the rest of my life and I would NEVER feel the lack.

Like Apollo said, "No pain, no gain." So I'm out.

But here's what I'm gonna do. I'm setting up the rest of this week- typing 5 blogs tonight and putting them on a timer-like. So they should automatically publish every morning. So read them, and comment on them, so when I come back from what will undoubtedly be a productive and challenging week, there you will all be, cyber-waiting.

And then I will be back Monday morning. Or thereabouts. Maybe Monday afternoon. Only time will tell.

A few days ago, I was drawn into a political swirl when I realized that there were multiple Tax Day Tea Parties in my city. I had heard about them, of course, but when they were RIGHT there it made sense to go.

Tea Parties are basically citizen-led peaceful protests of high taxes, and government bailouts. Throw in any other random conservative issue and paint it on a sign, and you're in business. 

I have always felt a little bummed about not having been at Dan's Bake Sale, and even though these were significantly smaller scale, it was exciting being a part while Tea Parties were being held all around the country. I went to the one in Lee's Summit, which is a smaller city (or town, whatever) on the outskirts of KC. There were a couple hundred people there, a variety of ages and types... there were women with Community Organizer on their shirts, you know, organizing stuff. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to wear that after Obama... 

Anyways, there was a lineup of speaker types there in shirts and ties, and one of them gave a pretty good speech. 

Later, I convinced the MOG to gather up our young and go to the one in Overland Park, which I knew would be much bigger. It was, probably a thousand or more there, and it was crazy. Just big and loud and signs everywhere, and... just my element. I was geeking out. This one had an open mike, and people were giving impassioned speeches about taxes, and Britain, and Jesus and guns, you name it. It was awesome. I could have stayed all day, but my posse is not so political. 

I think Toby thought it was a festival, he stripped off his shirt and ran around. Hedonist.

Richy was like, what is this about? what will this accomplish and such, and I gave him a stern talking to about the Boston Tea Party, and he's like, so what, they dumped a bunch of tea in the water... and then just before my head exploded, I figured out he was joking. Wow.

It wasn't covered in great detail by the mainstream media, but if you go look around you will find the reports. Over 10,000 showed up in Tennessee, and big crowds all over the place. So if it accomplishes nothing else, it would have been worth it to be 5 more heads in a headcount sent to our government- this many people are not okay with you being reckless with OUR money. 

It was a blast. Richy twittered:

Funny guy. It was inspiring. There is nothing like being in the middle of a crowd of people with a cause. Just gets the blood flowing...

 

Hey, y'all might have missed this, but Texas declared its sovereignty yesterday. Maybe you don't know what that means. I, with sovereignty as a Texan, will clarify.

Official Press Conference Translation:

"Now, here's the deal, Mr Obama. Way we see it, your power comes about yea high (gestures toward knees) and you have been trying to work more up here in this region here (makes cutthroat gesture). 

I know you're new town, and you're a real nice kid. That bein said, I'mon have to slow you down here a little bit. 

See this region here on this map? (pointing to Texas) This here is Texas. We don't take kindly to people thievin. Not kindly a'tall. 

So here's what we're gonna do for you. I got this little book here, called the Constitution. I don't think you've read it, but you'd best give it a good look. 

Now, this here Constitution says you can do this, and this, and this. It also says you cain't be doin all this other... bizness. And if you do, there's a pretty big state willing to whup your... legislation. 

I ain't threatening y'all, understand. Just explainin.

So here's what we're offering you. You do your job, as defined by this here book, and we'll all get along jist fine. Jist fine. 

On the other hand, you keep stickin them long Yankee fingers in Texas' pocket, you're likely to lose a couple. Not threatenin, just clearin some stuff up. We was all new in town, once."

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Also, today is Tax Day. Find a tea party, go to it, take pictures, and send them to me. Read all about it.

I forgot that R2 had a nutritionist appointment today. Luckily, I counted on my lameness and had an iCal email alert set up. So this morning I received an email and could thusly plan. Awesome.

The bummer thing is, that in the month or so since we saw Nutrition last, I have not done most of my homework. (sigh) In my defense, Walmart ordered and then lost the supplement she prescribed, and also I have been pretty busy. Also, I am a bum. So that should count for something. Sheesh.

I hate it when I don't do my work. Usually I can be all like, wassup Doc, I NAILED it. but not so much today. Dangit.

In other news, I am taking Brynn on tour. We need to hit the thrift store and find some more rocker clothes, for both of us.

Lame-ish post today, but it's one of those days that I post early and lame or super-late. To make up for its weakness, I will post this video of Toby and Bean dancing on the table. I heard them dancing and clapping, but I was pretty surprised to find them high atop the kitchen table... had my phone in hand, thus the poor quality video.




late breaking addition: how COOL is this?

from http://www.drudgereport.com

Today, I will talk about hair. Because, really, what is more exciting than hair?

I have been growing mine out for a while, because I was experimenting and I thought I could live with it. That lasted until a couple of days ago, when I was watching our podcast and saw this. >> Oh.Heck.No. 

No, no, no.

So I set my heart to get a haircut. So God, who laughs at my plans, had my husband lined up to lead worship every day since we've been home. 

Here's the deal. I have turned into kinda a wuss when it comes to going places with my wee ones. I used to strap Brynn on, put Toby in some kinda wheeled device, and attach R2's hand to said wheeled device, and go everywhere. I was awesome. We'd go to Walmart, and people would literally stop me to tell me how good my kids were, and how amazing I was. Those were the days. 

These days, I tend to hold Brynn into wheeled devices by force and seatbelt while shrieking like a fishwife at Toby to come back before he gets smashed by a cart and I am never taking him anywhere ever again. R2 is in school a lot, but when he's not I am also scrambling to pick up random groceries he has gathered out of our cart and tossed down the aisle for a good joke.  

So no, not so much of the solo anymore. I do still take them to the library, and scan titles frantically while whispering threats. 

(disclaimer: they are still the best kids anywhere. i spend an hour in walmart and 30 minutes at the library with NO fits... just hyperactivity and curiosity) 

This is getting kind of long, but maybe I just feel in the zone a little bit. Probably because I ate fish, which is brain food. 

So anyway, I was planning on taking the babies with me to get my haircut at Great Clips, because I had a coupon for $7.99 and I am a glutton for punishment. I notified the world of this via the internet, like I do for all of my activities in all of my life, and I got a tweet back from my friend Tracie... she wanted to cut my hair. Now, Hannah has volunteered to cut my hair before, but it was more of a joke. Tracie was serious. So I carped the diem. (BTW, if you have not read Tracie's blog, go catch up. They're heroes) I put the babies down for their nap and escaped, leaving the MOG in charge.

It helped to know that Tracie cuts her daughter's hair, and her husband's... because they are rock stars. So I was excited. 

I went over there and showed her my picture of what I always do, but specified I did not want to look like such a mom. (moms are awesome, but they look kind of lame). The end result was really cool. Then I came home and dyed it bright auburn. It can stick up really good if I put stuff in it, too. I think I might get to be in the band now. Maybe a tambourine or something... 

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I am having a hard time blogging today, because I am sad. Sad makes people uncomfortable. 

I am sad because it is April, and I miss my dad. 

I'm sad because I miss my sons who would be coming up on their 5th birthday in June.

And I am sad because I am freshly grieving R2, and the future.

I talked about this before, about seasons of recognizing old losses and new ones with him. Yesterday I took him to the doctor for his 9 year old checkup (he'll be 10 in June. Oops) and it was just me and him. For most of the time he was in his own world, but when doctors started coming in he came and sat with me and held my arm. For a moment, I knew he needed me, and loved me. Most of the time he is so, so distant.

The appointment was fine. We are going to be referred to an ENT, because he failed a hearing test, (he hears fine, but something is wacky in his ears) and to a neuropsychologist, to try to get a grip on these violent self-injury fits. It was a strange appointment, because it's the first one anyone ever talked about long-term care for him. We plan on him living with us all his life, but it's just a little bit of a fresh blow to hear it again, that he will never be independent, barring a miracle.

So today, my heart is heavy. I'm hurting because life is not perfect, and there is suffering, and pain. Someday everything will be made right. Until then, my spirit will long for Eden. 

Somehow, there is such a beauty in grief. I love, so I hurt. 

Yesterday, every time I started to post, it was time to go somewhere. So it never got done. I deeply apologize for the inconvenience. 

I am in the midst of a fast, and one of the things I'm fasting is TV. So I was very productive Tuesday night when Idol was on, as to avoid the devil box. I decided to wash the carseat covers. 

You may not realize this, but we have toddlers and we go on road trips. This = gross. 

So I spent half of my life figuring out how to get cover #1 off, with all the straps and buckles and little stretchy straps and on and on. Cover #2 was done twice as fast, which was still a few years. 

Then yesterday morning I got them out and hung them on the line, and tried to get dressed to go to the Y. But they weren't dry. So wait, wait, wait. "Are we going to the YNBeeCay? Mommy! I wanna goooooo" and "I wan ged VAN!" "CARseeeee!" and so on. Eventually, the covers were dry. Whew. Now we can get on our way.

Then I began the process of attaching the covers to the seats. 

Why is it that someone- China, perhaps- has it in for American parents? Think of the indestructible plastic packaging that comes with toys. Once you manage to hack through the 3 inch plastic shield, potentially losing digits in the process, then you face the tethers of death- iron twist ties affixed to every 1/2 inch section of the desired object. Is this a communist plot to keep us busy so we don't notice... I digress, but not entirely. 

So the carseats. And I am muttering and jabbing my knuckles here and there and everybody is standing in my lap, very, very concerned. "MY carsee!" and such, and sitting down in it and buckling all the straps together and melting down because that IS not their buckle. (they have the same model with different buttons, I accidentally switched seats and Toby figured it out) 

I have a seat flipped upside down and I am trying to pull the straps through, and Brynn's giant head (genetic) is in the way. Because she wants to see. "I CANd SEE!" 

(sigh)

By the time we got them assembled, it was lunchtime. So we took our coupon and went to Ryan's, instead of the Y. 

I am a bit of a spelling nerd. That is not the same thing as a grammar nerd. Grammar, I don't care so much about. (hee hee... take that, grammar enthusiasts) Like the whole can/may thing. I can but MAY I? Nerds. You know who you are.

Anyway, although I am not one of those... I am a bit of a spelling enthusiast. And while misspelled emails and such don't really bother me, and misspelled text messages are expected, I get pretty annoyed with misspelled billboards. I mean, really. How much did you spend just to put your ignorance up there?

For example, say you Conrovians are driving down the loop (the following will be female directions) AWAY from HEB and toward the Pepsi plant- there is a business in between there somewhere with a big sign hanging on it - advertising EQUIPTMENT. Let's say you head further out towards Midway on 105. Excellance in Childcare, anyone?

(tangent: i went a'googling for misspellings... google "misspelled tattoos" for some entertainment)

All this to say, I was HORRIFIED to find a misspelling right here on my own precious geeky blog! And it has been front and center for MONTHS! HORROR! I deeply apologize to anyone who was offended, and I know it makes you question my validity as a true speller. I hope in time to revive your trust in me.



In other news, I drove for about 7 hours yesterday. We got in around...1 something? 2, maybe? I think I've blocked it out.

This transmission cut off prematurely while I was recording this at midnight, so I'll just catch you up. Awesome, exhausting week of ministry. I am spiritually very refreshed, and physically zonked. So I will have a very healthy spirit whilst I am trying to stay awake to drive to KC. We are driving the big Radiant van back in addition to our minivan, so Richy and Hannah and I will take shifts, although I am the driving wuss and will take plenty of breaks. We plan on leaving in an hour or so, but the MOG sleeps and we still have to pack. So my faith is weak.

That's all for now. I will probably update during the day.

11:08 Conroe, Texas. This is not going well. We should be in KC by 2010.

2:41 pm Dallas ugh

12:02 am finally reunited with the mog after a day of seperate vehicles. (also reunited with the iPhone)
104 miles to KC. We are gonna sleep goooood. Also, hannah Crouse is a road warrior. Revere her.

also, link to Life Siege Houston today

I went on strike yesterday due to the lousy amount of comments my last post collected. Once I figured out that wasn't going to work, either, I decided to come back. I have an obligation to the public.

Sometimes I think about making my blog public, where it would be searchable by Google. I know it would get a lot of readers... but it's just kinda creepy- not my blog, mind you. My blog is rarely creepy. At least, as far as I can tell. I like my life, mostly. Anyways, I always decide that I already have most of my life and my reproductive history on the internet, and that is public enough. So I keep it private. There is that temptation, though, always lurking.

This has been a hard week for me. Are you looking for some introspection, only, about ME? Okay then.

I didn't really calculate what being here on business would look like. But it is very much a business trip.

When we tour, we usually spend a day and a half or so in one city, sometimes only 24 hours. So any friends or family we want to see there come to the concerts, and then sometimes to dinner late late after the concert and that's it... touch base. That's normal for the road and we're used to it. Where it gets challenging is touching base in a city where ALL our family and friends live. Somebody is going to get shafted, no question.

It stresses me out. I HATE it when anyone is mad at me.

So I have been texting and scheming and planning and driving and trying to make it all fit, and not getting it done. And, as I expected, I have made some people mad and hurt some people. Part of me is like, hey, we're AT WORK, give us a break. The other part of me is like i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry. Annoying.

So if you got shafted, i'msorry. Also, chill. We're at work.

Blogging from the Core in Houston, Texas... I figured a hi-tech youth ministry like this would have wi-fi, and they did not disappoint. Tonight I think the guys (and Han) are planning on doing a bit of rock and roll- worshipful, of course...
Venues like this, I typically don't plan to sing, since backup vocals are best at a minimum, but we also are hoping to record some good spontaneous stuff. Therefore, I am miked.

Huge, huge setup here tonight- we gave ourselves 3 hours. So I was so glad that Toby and Brynn settled right down for their naps.




They have Segways here. As you can imagine, this is greatly increasing our productivity.