Dinosaurs in the bible and days out on the town

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A lot of my friends and family tend to ask the question of how we like Austin now that we have lived here for a while. Well, it’s fantastic. There seems to be a festival or shop expo every single weekend. This weekend we went to craft sale downtown because we knew that these sewing ladies were going to be there. They are called Fort Lonesome and they do this thing called chain stitching. It was pretty cool and is done with this vintage looking machine. We went to the event because we knew that they were going to be there. I got the bible verse Job 40:15-25 because… well… dinosaurs. That’s why.  Verse 24 makes me think of a triceratops of all the behemoths. Boom!!!

Job 40:15-24 King James Version (KJV)

Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox. Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly. He moveth his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his stones are wrapped together. His bones are as strong pieces of brass; his bones are like bars of iron. He is the chief of the ways of God: he that made him can make his sword to approach unto him. Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play. He lieth under the shady trees, in the covert of the reed, and fens. The shady trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook compass him about. Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth. He taketh it with his eyes: his nose pierceth through snares.

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The Trump Blog

 

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Tuesday, November 8th caught me by surprise. I am not sure why honestly because I have read my Bible and am aware that the world is not going to become a better place, but instead will decline until the actually apocalypse happens. Wait what, You’re a Christian and didn’t vote for TRUMP? Yes, I actually believe he is the absolute moral opposite of everything my savior stood for. If I could apologize to you in the place of all the misguided Christians who did vote for him than I would, but I can’t, we must suffer the consequences of our fellow americans actions and make it through these next 4 years.

I want to make it clear that I am not writing this blog to boo hoo and whine about losing. That seems to be the assumption by the outspoken republicans on my facebook wall. I am simply writing this because someone suggested that it might be good for me, to let off some of the emotions this whole campaign season have brought to light. See though I am disappointed, I know God is in control and not because 100 people have told me so in order to comfort my crippling anxiety. I know he is in control because he always has been, He was in control when Hitler took over as well, when Sodom and Gomorrah burned to the ground. God being in control or Donald Trump being elected because you prayed for it does not mean that everything will be peachy keen. In fact, God gave Israel the king they wanted after they nagged Him enough, causing them to live with their poor decisions.

My disappointment with this election has less to do with Trump winning and more to do with what it revealed about the people I thought I knew. You can not say you support Hitler and expect people to think you are not ok with hating Jewish people. You can not support Charles Manson because he is a good group leader and expect people to leave his past in the history. You are connected to your choices. I was heartbroken to see people I respected supporting this evil, I saw it though, and I saw it grow. Now I am not speaking of the people I went to high school with, or a big mouthed coworker, or those distant relatives who alway hug you too tight, you always expect they might be a little bit racist, a little bit homophobic. I am talking about the friends you grew up with, the people who helped you through difficult times in your life, those you asked personal questions to and told your deepest secrets. I feel betrayed, they are not who I thought they were, they are not role models after all, they are way more broken and flawed than I could have ever imagined.

This election hasn’t changed me and probably hasn’t changed them, it has just revealed the truth.

I wasn’t ready for the truth, I wasn’t ready to see these people I respected with their dirty clothes still on. Stained with their misogyny and fear of becoming a minority. They would rather hand their burden of hidden fear to someone else than face their own flawed inner racism.

Congratulations to the Trump voters. You voted for a perceived perfect future where the rich don’t pay their fair share and the different people of America are tethered. You have enabled a new future, a new form of slavery where women are choiceless, immigrants must die in their home country, the LGBTQ community suffers, and sexism is approved of. This is the world you gave your children, this is the blood on your hands. You are not creating a world that is safe, you are creating a hate filled world, your own private country club which you were born into. You don’t have a right to comment on their sadness.

I have heard the many excuses as to why a person would vote for such a monster. About how he was the lesser of two evils, about how he is anti-abortion, and is going to repeal all of the terrible things that don’t even affect the person telling me. I have heard the excuses, I am done with them. I have also heard the backlash against the people standing up for what they believe in afterward. The hate filled comments against the protesters, calling them babies, saying they are no better than common thugs. You are standing in judgement of something you don’t understand when you make those comments. Those people are afraid, scared and hurting because of what has been done against them on one faithful day in November. Rather than reaching out in the Christ filled love that you should, you judge, you mock. 

I am an American and I always will be. I am proud of the progression my country has made, but do not believe this was a step in the right direction.  America was already great. Donald Trump is not my president and I will not be silenced.

Three Months into Patch making

So, may patch store is only a few days away from being a total of 3 months old. So far it has been a wildly unexpected ride. For the Win Inc is not only still in its infant stage, but it has grown so quickly. In this short three month period I have already made close to 400 sales… many of which were multiple patch orders. These patches have gone everywhere you can think of. Hong Kong, just about everywhere within the States, Canada, Australia, Africa, and Brazil just to name a few. I am talking everywhere. It is crazy to think that my designs are spreading across the globe like this. It has been a lot of fun. Currently, in a few more weeks I will have 4 new designs, which takes my total to 20 designs. That’s right… in under 4 months I will have made 400 sales, created and printed 20 designs, and covered most of the globe. That is wild if you ask me. The cool thing is when people share photos of their patches with me to show that they enjoy them as much as I do! Honestly, I don’t know what the rest of 2016 has in store for For the Win Inc, but I do know what the next month or two is going to look like. I have decided to take it a little slower for a few reasons. One, with Christmas coming, the store will be getting more traffic, so I wanted to focus on what designs I already have. And two, my finals for this semester along with the board exams to graduate dead people school are coming up at the end of this year. With that in mind a lot of my attention will be on other things besides designing new patches. In the meanwhile, I plan on focusing more on social media promotion for my existing products, as well as maybe updating the listings for better search engine results. Anyway, enough rambling. Patches!!! The first three months has been better than expected.

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Neo Thrash/Post Rocker Adult: fashion trends of a 30 something has been

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I recently came across a post from a friend on social media who goes way back by about ten years. I miss her a lot. Her post basically shows a dude in his mid thirties dressing like a teen R&B thug as if he were an M&M want-a-be. He looked pretty silly to me. She went further to suggest that people that old shouldn’t dress that young. She didn’t say that exactly, so I am taking her out of contest a little. But that is what I got out of it. With that in mind I can’t help but look at myself in the mirror while reflecting on the times people have told me maybe I should dress my age. Or that I should consider looking a bit more professional. Have I become that 30 something that needs a wakeup call, because I still dress like a Doom Metal Deathcore scene kid from 2005? I have honed it down to the basics. According to the photos in my post I have managed to combine neo thrash with the post rocker look making my own little style; all be it not unique in any way when you consider the number of people in the Austin area that also have a dress style similar to a minimalism neo thrash post rock look.

Maybe I am that old dude that needs to grow up and start looking his age. Does that change anything? No… Dress suit with tie and coat or a neo thrash post rocker minimalism outfit doesn’t change the fact that when I have my headphones in, it’s doom metal and deathcore all day long!

Orange You Glad?

So a few days ago I painted our front door. It used to be a bland beige color which matched the house and I felt like it didn’t represent our little family. So the last time I was at home depot I picked up a paint swatch and knew that ‘Joyful Orange” was just what I wanted, but brought it home to show pat anyway. Of course he didn’t care and I got way too excited. fast forward a few weeks and I bought the quart of paint and a couple supplies I needed and didn’t have. I pinterested exactly how to paint a front door so it wouldn’t look like a kindergartener did it. Hours and too many paint fumes later we got to hang the door back up. I was happy with the result and feel it better represents the Joyfulness I want this house to be!

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Hustle and bustle

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Well, today was a monster of a hustle. Today starts week two of us settling in over here. Most of the house is in order which means it is time for me to get on the job hunt. Today I did what I like to call walk ins. I dropped my resume off at all of the dead people jobs of know of in the area. I even managed to lock down an interview with one place. So, we will see how that goes. Aside from this week being the job hunt hustle, I also got the garage lined out for the most part. Now all we really need to do is get a dining table and I think we will be all set. With all of that in mind I have this week off before school starts up again.

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Getting this house in order

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This week has been super busy. We have been hustling to get unpacked and comfortable in our new home. We still have a little bit of unpacking to do, but the two of our main rooms are totally complete. The living room and the craft/office room where I do my homework at are all done. They both turned out fantastic. In the living room our yarn art collection fit perfectly as well. We only ended up not hanging two of our yard art pieces. My next major project is going to be the garage. We are also about to start looking at getting a retro dining table for our dining room. We have already looked at a few that we like. But don’t let these pictures fool you. It hasn’t been all work and no play.

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We have gone around town a little bit in the midst of unpacking. We eat at a few nice places, went to IKEA a few times, got the complete Cthulhu mythos book from Barnes & Noble, and even went to a nursery that specializes in raising nothing but cactuses and such. It was pretty cool. Sarah fell in love with the store and I imagine we will be visiting it regularly. She even managed to find something she liked and found a home for it in the living room.

 

So, I guess I am in a band…

God is good.

As most of you know, I used to be a singer-songwriter who toured nationally for a living. Including some of the other bands I was in before my solo stuff I toured full time for the better part of 5 or 6 years. I miss it a lot. And since then I haven’t really done any writing musically. I have always told myself that if I got back into music it would be at church for the edification of the body of believers and not self. The last church I was at before we relocated for Sarah’s job was Life Church. Those guys are awesome and I had the opportunity to play the cajon for them. The cajon is basically a hollow box that can produce a range of tones, emulating a drum kit if used properly. Since the relocation however Sarah and I have attended several churches in Liberty, Dayton, Humble, and Baytown… searching for that place that we fit in. Finding a church can be hard. Especially for Christians like Sarah and I. we just don’t believe in being merely attendees. Also known as pew sitters. Personally I don’t understand that concept. If it was my intention to walk into a building, sit and listen to music, shake a few hands, listen to a message, and then go home… having learned nothing about the people sitting around me, then what is the point? If I was just going to sit there I could accomplish essentially the same thing from the comfort of my own couch by streaming a church from the internet. What is crazy about this concept is the fact that most Christians seem to fall into the group. Show up… smile… shake the hand of a name you can’t remember… and go home.

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Well, as a last ditch effort to feel connected in our faith with the local community we decided to try a Calvary Chapel in Baytown. I used to go to one in Florida and I loved it. If you find yourself struggling to fit in, then this branch of the body of Christ might be for you. My experience has been that it is a come as you are community that strives on challenging us to study the bible line by line rather than putting a motivational speaker in our faces and sending us on our way.

Anyway, I am writing this blog just to say that I am not worthy and that God is good. We have been going to this church for a little over two months now and we feel welcome and are getting to know a lot of the people there. I have even been invited to join the worship team as one of the drummers on rotation. I have always felt that it was important for me to not give up on music just because I wasn’t on the road anymore. It feels good to be back behind a kit and I am honored to give back to God with my talents.

This Sunday is my first Sunday service to play at this gathering. Considering it has been something like 4 years since I have actually played a full kit, this should be interesting.

God is good, and if you go to church but find yourself being a pew sitter, I encourage you to stand up and start knocking on doors. In one way or another, the bible says we don’t have because we don’t ask. If you want to get involved you have to speak up.

plant your feet or lose your seat

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This week is finals week, so I have a lot going on. But that aside, Sarah randomly stumbled upon a house that she loved and just for the heck of it we decided to go to the bank and see what they would say. And boom, just like that we are pre-approved. Now the looming question is what to do. So many variable exist. Do we want to get a lot and build a small home for the sake of yearly life expenses. Or do we want to get a retro swingers pad with high walls, windows, and hot tubs? Or… do we do nothing and just chill? We could get into a home and start putting out money toward an investment. We could go minimal and live lazy part time job lives. Or we could sit tight and keep renting with the intent of moving off to bigger and better places in the not so distant future. So many questions. So many variables. Sarah already knows my stance it naturally toward minimalism. She did after all meet me when i was living in a car. Maybe we will go big or go home. Maybe we will meet in the middle and go little.

That’s life for you.