Dear God Pt. 2

I'm sorry.

Looks like you had something to teach me after all.

Please don't get mad when my tiny brain (which you designed, BTW) can't comprehend your motives.

Love,

Dave

Dear God...

We are in a fight.

Love,

Dave

A little update

Wow, I can't believe how fast time flies.

Just in case you're not in the loop, I am back in school now.

I'm plugging away full-force on the MRI tech thing and loving it.

This anatomy class I'm taking during the winter session is pretty brutal it's scope and intensity, but it's been a great way to really jump in with both feet. I'm absolutely loving being back in a full-time school environment.

Luckily, with a little planning I've been able to dedicate myself to the intense time demands of the class and still squeeze in some some good hang time and some solo time to keep my head from bursting. Which it has threatened to do.

I was at TJ's pad recently. Nice night. Watching some 24. Drinking a beer. Enjoying the much needed hang time. School and anatomy are the last thing on my mind. 

Or so I thought.

In the midst of the brain gelatinizing TV sesh were some commercials. As expected.

Car commercial: fine.

Fast food commercial: fine.

Movie trailer: fine.

Everything is fine. Dandy, even.

Then disaster strikes. In the form of a Bowflex commercial.

Seeing those rippled, body-fat lacking bodies threw some switch in my brain. Synapses start firing and the next thing I know, instead of enjoying some peaceful, brain-disengaging bliss, I start rattling of the names off all the muscles I can see on the screen.

Honestly, I feel bad for TJ.

Watching one of your best friends melt down at the site of a well-defined latissimus dorsi can't be comfortable.

An Open Letter to the Women I've Dated (or tried to)

Distinguished Ladies,

As I embark on a new phase in my life, I think it's only natural to reflect on the things that have transpired in the phases previous. 

If there's one obvious thing I can pull from this time of introspection it is that God is pretty good to me and if there's one thing He's blessed me with in overwhelming abundance it's quality people in my life. Even in an environment where the "average" person in my life is anything but, something about you stood out to me. You possess some inherent, intangible quality that cast a glimmer I couldn't ignore, that I had to do something about.

You've all been so complex and special and wonderful and I just wanted to say, "Thanks."

Thank you for sharing your time with me. For making me laugh. For teaching me something about myself. For making me want to be interested in the things that are important to you, just because they were important you. For making me want to be a better version of myself.

It is my most sincere hope that I was able show you not only that I understood how very special you are, but how important and special you were to me specifically.

I also hope that that you continue to grow into the woman that God intends for you to be for the Godly man you so richly deserve. 

Even if it's not me.

Fondly,

Dave

Too cute!

I saw this video on Boing Boing today and I just had to share it.

It's of a little French girl making up a story off the top of her head. It's too freakin' adorable.

My dad used to make up lots of stories when I was a kid and would encourage me to make up my own, so maybe that's why I find this so amusing.

Anyway, my favorite part is the face she makes when she's asking her mom how to say "shield."

Enjoy!

Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

Wow...

I just wanted to say a quick "thank you" to everyone that posted such positive comments on my last blog post.

Things are crazy and tumultuous in my head right now (primarily in a good way) and it's a tremendous encouragement to hear from some great people that I'm on the right track.

Self-awareness, slow-smoked over a mesquite fire

Um, hey.

It's a little late and I think I'm just writing to get in the habit of doing it more often.

I've been using twitter lately (rossdave) and have enjoyed the very immediate, bite-size nature of it. It's a neat way to get these little, random stream-of-consciousness blurbs from people I know. Amidst all the "I'm eating lunch."-type chaff I've been able to glean some neat, little insights into the lives of the people I care enough about, or find interesting enough, to follow.

I've been in a slump lately and I did some real work today in regards to researching the medical imaging stuff I've been thinking about pursuing. Feels good to put some effort into taking care of my future.

A friend of mine recently spouted some quote from some "really successful" guy and the gist of it was that you get success in this life not by doing what you love, but doing what you're good at. It was a real refreshing change from the usual type of  "chase your dreams and success will follow" stuff I hear all the time, especially from other Christians.

What if my dream is success? Not in the Cartier/Lamborghini/mansion way, but in the "I have a meaningful job where I affect people in a positive way while earning a reasonable wage that allows me to take care of a family" kind of way. Doesn't it then make sense to look at my skills and strengths and then determine what job would be best served by those skills while fulfilling the aforementioned criteria?

Health care starts making a lot of sense right about... now!

I love music and I love brewing. A lot. But they don't really stack up when you consider the things I must have in a career. I can't just do what I love and hope that it accomplishes what I need and want it to.

If I have a picture to hang up, I need to consider what the best way to put a nail in the wall is, not just do what I like to do and hope that the picture makes it up there somehow. I could play a song for the nail, cover it with a dry rub and throw it on the grill or toss it in my brew kettle. Those are all things I love to do, but they have nothing to do with solving my problem.

I'm off to go get a hammer.

Hmm...

I'm dangerously close to doing this again.

I've been thinking about it for a few days and it seems like a good idea.

Things are bubbling like crazy in the ol' noggin and some sharing sounds about right.

We'll see.

Anderson Valley 20th Anniversary Imperial IPA

Buy some.

Don't think.

Just buy some. And be happy.

Six weeks? Really?

What up, Brian, Chrissie, Matt, Jeni and Becky?!

Sorry if I missed you, but I think those are the people that actually read my blog with any regularity. [It's weird to think that this thing gets read with more regularity than it gets written. But I'm getting ahead of myself.] If I did miss you, say something so that I know who I'm disappointing. MAYBE you can guilt me into writing more.

So I had a goal of posting every Friday. Didn't really last.

Unfortunately, that's just one of many things that I like to do and is important to me that I've been neglecting.

Can it really be that important to me if I neglect it though?

If that's true, and many of the things that I say or consider to be of importance to me are really not important to me at all, well, that just makes my head hurt. (I almost put in a freakin' smiley here. I *must* be in a damaged emotional/mental state.)