The Life and Times of The Partially-genius...

I have been seeing a lot of those esurance car insurance commercials lately, so out of my own curiosity, I decided to take a look at it and see.

I got a quote that was pretty much the same as my current policy.  esurance came out as being more than twice what I currently pay.  Holy cow!

This is just what I need! It appears to be a bed covering that has fans built in to the bottom of it. Those fans look like they draw air into the covering and push it out of little holes… More information found here and here.  Oh, and they have clothes with fans in them too!

As you may have noticed now, over there on the left side under my avatar picture is a count-down.  I finally got off my butt and implemented it on the wedding site too.

I am going back to the dentist today.  My root canal from last March doesn’t feel right.  It is still very sensitive and it aches pretty regularly.

I am not at work today, although I have been working from home…

I have the great privilege to show my gratitude for my dad in such a forum that many people can see. Over the last couple of years I was involved in a couple of bible studies that have really pinpointed what is called a “father wound”. It is that which many Christian counselors attribute to a big underlying reason that so many people get involved in things as “simple” as drinking too much or things as “complex” as the need to feel worthy and the urge to fill a perceived hole with sex or drugs.

I have heard and read many people’s stories about this and through it all, I have had one thought about myself. I don’t believe that I have a father wound. I have enormous amounts of respect for my father. I can not remember a time in my life that I have felt unworthy. I do however remember and can now see all of the times that my dad sacrificed his own desires so mine could be fulfilled. The hundreds of hockey games that he would get up at 6AM to drive me 3 or more hours away on a Saturday after working until 2AM that morning, putting aside his own desire for a new boat or fish house to pay for my hockey equipment or bicycle, putting up with my bouts of (minor) delinquency and the little things like leaving for work with his squad car lights on as I was growing up.

Dad, I thank you for who you are and what you do. I thank God that he gave me the parents that I have. I honestly would not have it any other way. I only hope that one day I will be able to garner the same amount of respect from my own future children that I have for you.