Month: October 2009 (Page 2 of 6)

and the list goes on and on and on…

i’m not sure which is more fun: going to a david crowder concert or reliving all of your david crowder experiences while going to a crowder concert. i just don’t know. KLM and i tried to compose a list of the number of times we’ve seen dave (yes, after 10 shows we decided it was appropriate to go first name basis), but there’s no way of getting it in date sequence. we got our photo snapped with him 2 shows ago (lesson learned: when a kid says that he doesn’t know how to use your camera, BELIEVE HIM) and this time we had the VIP access for a meet ‘n greet (spoken with texas accent). K says, “clearly the next logical step is to have dinner with him after the next show.” so, dave (and hogan, jack, the kid, b-whack and the one that i always forget), this is your invitation. i make really good chili.

so a bit of reminicing on my crowder experiences…

1. M sees him in san diego via summer project. i loved summer project. also my introduction to pedicures.
2. K sees him at Youth Specialties after M randomly called her (and didn’t even know her) to say the church would send her to YS, go and enjoy. apparently this is a strange thing, though i didn’t think so at the time.
3. ichthus. i had a rash on my eye. there was no plug for the air mattress. anna barfed in the porta pots before turning around and using them the normal way. K & holly “suffered” through cramming all 5 of them into a hotel room. M also saved the day by sending girls ahead to DC show while holding off the men after they got their way to see (stryper? stryker? some band with equally old men in it).
4. kings island. DC*B opened for michael w. smith and mercy me. we were the only ones standing during dave’s portion. we stayed maybe for 2 MM songs and missed all of MWS. epic cool when you drive 3 hours each way just to see the opener. this is henceforth known as our “prime.”
5. YS. the goal was to catch spittle in a jar. mission failed, but we jumped quite near david’s chucks.
6. YS.
7. YS. (these were all seperate years of YS sightings – not “per show”. i’d list cities but i can’t remember – cinci, atlanta and nashville, perhaps?).
8. grand rapids, MI – opened by shane and shane, it was probably my favorite of shows. toni and wendy were introduced to our madness. they thouroughly enjoyed (but did not jump).
9. grand rapids, MI – DC*B led worship for mars hill. drove extensive number of hours to get there only to find that i was sitting next to a guy from seminary. drove JJ’s car and there may or may not have been an incident with the door / window getting stuck. it was fine. poor holly and alyssa questioned their judgment of trusting M & K as suitable “adult role models.”
10. Columbus, at the Schottenstein. Opened for third day. we didn’t even make it through the 2nd third day song. as we were leaving the young redcoat explained we couldn’t get back in and was quite puzzled when we explained that we had experienced what we came for.
11. cincinnati – pre YS show with third day. this time we stayed for entire show (our company preferred). joined by patty b, wendy and lindsay O. saw third day at the airport when picking up lindsay O. she had been sitting beside them the entire time and had no clue.
12. chicago, IL – at the house of blues. great fun. joined by lori, patty b. and becky, though they didn’t elbow through the crowd or stand firm when cute girls tried to pull an anna.
13. monaca, PA – strange little show in the gymnasium of a church. this was the incident of said picture debacle.
14. detroit, MI – a fantastic show, great blending of old and new. had a hoedown, the keytar showed and rock opera enjoyed. epic. great openers, too.

the moment you know

i had a brief “moment” today while my niece celebrated her 3rd birthday with her family. it was a typical 3-year-old party with food, presents, princesses and wrapping paper everywhere. no hats this time, thank goodness. oh, and a candle (which she loved) on a birthday cookie.

there was a moment as we lit the candle and sang (albeit quite poorly) “happy birthday” that she was just looking around at all of us who were watching and singing to her. it was brief, but the moment was there. she was smiling and giggling and then all of a sudden she felt the need to nuzzle into her daddy. she knew. she knew she was loved, and it was a little bit too much. all those people, all those presents, all that awful singing with her at the center and you could see in her eyes the “wow.”

oh, the experience of being so loved that you feel you must hide.

sometimes birthdays seem silly. and i’m sure we’ll go to no less than 462 parties in the next 10 years. but for the chance to celebrate another year that God has given us the gift of knowing someone special, i’ll start appreciating the birthday party routine a whole lot more. for my kid – or for any kid – to know that they are loved because people chose to spend a saturday oohing and ahhing over princess bracelets and singing off key just to celebrate that “one more year” – it’s all worth it.

in some ways, celebrating a birthday is almost just as much for us as it is the birthday boy or girl, if we choose it. they may get the presents, but we get the joy of their presence for yet one more year.

(yeah, can you tell it’s october by the tone? only a few more days until november.)

the most interesting people…

…have the most interesting quirks and hobbies. one thing i really enjoy about my job is the variety of people i interact with. unfortunately when i spend 4 months on one client, i do see repeats of a specific type, but lately i’ve had the chance to mix it up and it’s been fun. i was browsing resumes again today and noticed some of the hobbies people list at the end (yes END. if you feel the need to note how you’re interesting, please don’t put it above the education section).

so this morning i was looking for ph.d. level candidates and i noticed how their hobbies were much more involved than “running, blogging, facebooking and pseudo-gardening”. they go spelunking or study the mating rituals of rare birds. stuff that involves, well… skill.

i have found that they also know lots of stuff. not just how to formulate dog food into nutritionally-correct and yet flavorful morsels (which, btw, H thanks you – he had his first handful this evening). they just know how stuff works.

i work with a man named dan. i refer to him as dan who knows everything. because, well, he does. he’s part computer geek / part wildlife outdoorsman hunter / part gourmet chef (who grows everything himself / part party guy / part world traveler. i have yet to find a question this man can’t answer. every time i stop at his desk it’s a half hour endeavor because i can’t pull myself away from the conversation.

tonight i was at a gathering of people (*extrovert hangover rising*) and i sat near those who were quite hilarious. i was literally LOLing much of the evening. i felt like quite a voyer as i’m not really “friends” with them (aquaintences – fb friends with one at best), but their hilarity pulled sucked me in. it’s not that ph.d level of interesting, but a snappy, bright humor that makes you want to listen into their phone conversations.

so it has made me reflect on how un-interesting i am. i have “theories about everything” but know very little. and what i do know i am generally regurgitating from when someone else told me. if i don’t cite my source it’s because i already have 3 times and now i’m just claiming it as my own. but it’s not my own.

so, i guess the moral of the story is, if you can’t be interesting with interesting quirks and interesting hobbies, than at least surround yourself with interesting people so you can still have a great party story. how does david sedaris say it – “if you can’t be cute, you might as well be cleaver”…

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