Wow is life, no not whoa is me, wow is life. Life’s been booming along lately and in a very happenin’ way (I just watched the Brady Bunch Movie the other day so words such as groovy, stellar, far out, and happenin’ may be excessively used in the following post). I had a good time tonight with Cory recording a song of his and then with some friends out bowling and at the China Buffet where you can be watched like a hawk if you don’t pay and even eye the food the wrong way. Well, that was tonight and I mean this week was my first paid week at the Observer-Reporter for doing ad design and paper layout which was far out and also a big project that is coming down the shoot that could become a very big deal for my resume (more on that when the time comes). I have just been happily and crazily busy with so much for the paper and for the church that I’m glad to say that I don’t have much down time, but in some brain-trust time that I had last night, something smacked me in the face, my Shoes and my Hilary Duff Fan Club card are really parallel to my faith, please keep reading.

I know this might be awkward and seemingly confusing because that’s how I am, I don’t think things out in the same way as most people do when analyzing things and so I shall now explain to the best of my ability how my faith relates to my shoes. I started wearing two different colored Converse “Chucks” about 2-3 years ago and ever since, they have become something that makes me different and I personally really really like the shoes not being the same (I mean come on, who else can sit on a chair with their feet slightly off of the ground and kick back and forth and create a purple blur out of their two different colored shoes ((thanks to Matt for that idea))), but seriously I really do like the un-normalness of my shoes and I feel that they make a part of who I am. The last thing to really note about what the shoes do for me is that almost any time that I meet someone young or old, I get some kind of response like “I bet you have a pair just like that at home” or “Ooooo…I like your shoes” and a smirk or even a full-blown smile usually follows the comment, the shoes are quite blatent and out there and people notice them first thing when they see me (unless I done did my hair up in some super sa-weet fashion, which then that diverts the attention).

Ahhh Hilary Duff, how you slay me. So I don’t want to give a bad impression of who I am but this is the real me. I was in the Hilary Duff fan club back in 2005 because until the whole “I lost weight and now love the new “skeleton” look that I’m sporting” thing I thought that she was a different kind of person who could use her fame to make positive change in the world, apparently I was incorrect. I still have the card in my wallet. What does that have to do with anything you ask, well that card is not something that most people know about, I keep it in my wallet and have only showed it to a select few. The reason that the card is not public knowledge is that I am embarassed for people to know about it because along with the card comes a lot of pre-assumed labels and even if I try to explain the card and why I have it, I usually get stopped so people can finish laughing and say some snarky comment about me.

All of that really doesn’t mean a lot except for the fact that I can view my faith the same way. I believe in God and I am a christian, but do people see that in me like the shoes I wear without having to inquire like they would have to about the card? The honest answer is no, I always worry about my faith and expression of my belief to be an embarrassing card that will bring on me not being able to fully explain it. My shoes are beat up and dirty and written on with holes beginning on the sides, but yet they can bring out a smile and some fun comment from a stranger, I wish I would put my faith out there like that. I want people to see me and just feel happy and see that I am different and that it is obvious and it’s not a bad thing, just different because of what I believe in. I’m really trying to quit being the guy who sits there while people swear up a storm or talk about innapropriate stuff with me and I want to show Jesus through the way I react and the words that I say to them, but I do want them to feel good about how I’m conveying myself and I don’t want to be so sarcastic in my comments. It’s really hard for me to put this into words like I thought I could when I thought of the comparison, but I just really wanna quit tucking my faith in God into my wallet and bringing the card out only when asked about it. This won’t be as easy as I see it being now, but this marks the start of me trying to make that change in my life.

Today is Mother’s day and so in honor of our mom, my brother and I decided to do something a little out of the ordinary. See, our mom lives in Memphis TN and we in Alliance OH, this poses a problem. Flowers and candy are nice and dinner is all well and good, but it’s too normal and it’s really hard to do together when your 700 miles apart. Mom was not forgotten today as Kyle and I picked our brains and collectively created the video you see above. Overall I think that she was much happier with the video than she would have been with any dinner that was on us.

Kyle and I did all of this in one day, combining some creative thoughts to make the video and then I cut everything together. For those of you who don’t know what I look like, I must forwarn you that I am not the cute kid in this video, I am the one with the super geeky glasses that now allow me to view Jupiter from earth, the cute one is my brother Kyle, he gets all the ladies…. and I don’t, haha…no seriously…I don’t. Also, while I’m on the subject of making fun of my earlier self, I am also (because I have been mistaken to have a secret identity without the glasses on, much like Superman/Clark Kent) the kid in the video who without the glasses is crossing his eyes as to say “Der Der Der” so no I didn’t have a cool secret identity, I just crossed my eyes and walked into walls when the glasses weren’t present. Well, the video is about 7 minutes in length but I hope you will stick around and watch the whole thing.

And mom, this video is dedicated to you, for always putting us first and making the sacrifices to give us a great life, I love you.

So this post requires a story (Oh boy I’m excited already aren’t you?). Last thursday I was at a Relient K concert which was awesome and completely off the hizzle (read about it from frontman Matty T. here) and whilst I enjoyed the crraap outta that concert, I also missed Scrubs, but that’s no biggie now because of the internet and the fact that I can see it the next day. Ok, so when it comes to Scrubs, I have this history and seem to make the show like a person, because I’m connected to it (you might know what I’m talking about if you have a favorite show) like people do with cars, or houses or other things. I am deeply connected to the characters and I have watched them grow and change and suffer and cry and laugh and so much, this is the only show that I so that with (a walk-on role is on my list of things to do before I die, just so I can be that much more connected with it). Usually I wouldn’t say anything about my love of Scrubs on this blog because the show has really changed from seasons 1-4. The show has turned into a sexed up comedy with perverted punch-lines and the main goal of some of the characters to just have sex and make a big deal about it. Since stuff like this is not what I base my life around I find myself somewhat hopeful for season 7, but also thinking that there should be no more if the basis is going to be so bad. The show has (IMO, we’ve been over what this means) gone down the crapper in content and lost a lot of the heart that it had in the first few seasons, but last week’s episode was different. I just got done watching it and until the last five minutes was pretty much appauled and unhappy to see another wasted episode of crude humor, but then when the credits roled, I wanted to cry. You know when a friend gets burned really bad in a relationship or maybe you even know personally and while they don’t want to admit it, they’re torn apart inside, that’s what this episode brought on at the end. Like I said earlier I feel a connection with a lot of the characters of the show and tonight’s ending was painful because the main character (J.D.) lost the one person he wishes he would have just made some sacrifice and change for. That person was the girl he has had a relationship with since episode one and she said yes to marry someone else at the beginning the episode, but by the end of seeing an emotionless J.D. who seemingly hasn’t been phased by the whole deal, you see him imagining he and her together and he says “I’m so glad you’re my wife” and she looks into his eyes and says “me too” and they kiss and you see his and her rings, and then it kicks to the cold shower (which has been part of the whole episode) and he thinks to himself “It should have been me” to only leave us with a black screen and a lump in the throat. Sometime’s movies and T.V. shows amaze me with the amount of emotion that can come through with just the right song or just the right shot. I know that this episode had me thinking “Well, there went another 30 minutes that could have been well written with some deeper thought and care” but in the end, all the crap connects to bring a feeling that makes you want to cry for this fictional character in this fictional relationship that will never occur outside of that little black box. I don’t know what it is, but to a point I think that we can see the little bombs of pain and junk that occur in our lives this way, I mean you deal with the crap and the stuff that is just unnecessary, but when you get to the end, you doubt some decisions and you think of what you wish you would have done and you learn from it, so that a next time doesn’t have to happen. I really have high hopes for the last 3 episodes and hope that if they are the end of Scrubs, that they will redeem what the show had when it first came around, because it has been tarnished. I don’t know what caused me to want to write this post, but I know that when I have a lot of emotion going on I want to get it out and so writing is usually the fashion I do that in, whether it be a song or a blog post or a napkin at a Chinese buffet (and yes, that is an easter egg link to the old school version 1.0 of my site, some may remember it). I just needed that to be out there. Ok, well this post is coming out only hours after my last one, so don’t skip my last episode, check it out below.