It's a Conspiracy

50 years ago today JFK was shot by Lee Harvey Oswald, a lone assassin, from the 6th floor of the Texas Book Depository.  There was no conspiracy; it wasn't the Cubans, the Russians, the mob, the CIA, FBI or anyone but one loser Communist from Dallas.

So what does this have to do with my sweetheart?  She doesn't think that I am a complete nutcase for reading a 1300 page book about the assassination and watching every crackpot TV show about it, and arguing with the TV when someone says something stupid.  She sees my weird interest in the case, even went with me to the 6th Floor museum in Dallas, and she still loves me.  That, dear reader, is true love.

Wink

I can't actually write what I want to write here, without changing the rating on the site.  I've already said too much.  Damn, girl...

Stock Tip Texts - LOL

You just sent me a text and told me to watch FNMA because of some news story about a settlement, blah blah blah...  Could be the hottest text ever.  Is that what sexting is?

One leg at a Time

I'm just like other guys, put my pants on one leg at a time. Except my wife has to help me put them on when I throw out my back.... Love you! 

New Eyeball - Part 1



You have a new eyeball!!!  I hope you still like what you see in your chubby hubby...

At least I'm not an Elvis Impersonator



We watched 5 minutes of a Bruce Springsteen documentary and they told the story of this Elvis impersonator who had a dream of singing with the Boss.  So he jumped onto the stage in Philly, Bruce let him stay up there and sing Blue Suede Shoes - pretty fun.  When they interviewed the guys' wife she was so supportive of 'his dream' and she was overjoyed and tearful when his dream came true. All I could think of was - "singing in a big fat Elvis outfit, that's your dream?" But hey, one man's trash...

Then Sunday we took the day away and drove 2 hours to Stinson beach with the kids so I could pick up beach rocks.  The purpose of said rocks is to tumble them in my new rock tumbler, and then make silly jewelry out of them  And, like fat Elvis guys' wife, you were totally happy to support me and have fun with it.  Moral of the story?  You women can get behind some stupid stuff for the man you love.  Thank you - and I love you.

Boils

Yes, you love me.

Happy Text

I tease you sometimes that you're nicer to me on the phone or in your texts than you are in person, but don't let me fool you - I appreciate your sweet and always supportive messages.  I'm a lucky guy to have that kind of support.

Legs

You have really great legs.

Gospel Connection

It has become more clear to me that it is vital to our happiness to be equally yoked in our faith.  I enjoy telling you about what I'm planning to teach or how a class went.  Plus, I am enjoying the studying and teaching so much, and I enjoy even more our discussions about gospel topics.  I'm also a little surprised by how much I am learning.  And it's not that I am learning new things, but I am understanding things more deeply and they are affecting me more deeply. 

So how does that connect to this blog?  Being together, in terms of this gospel teaching adventure, is dramatically compounding how much joy I receive from the whole experience.  I appreciate and feel more attached to you as a result.  What a blessing!  I am so grateful for you sticking with me during the spiritually down years, and hope that you are feeling as buoyed up by this as I am.  I love you!