They do! They do, indeed! Although, I thought I was going to chew off my fingers in the third period before Pyatt got the insurance goal... phew...
I love hockey. I love it! And I'm so stoked about the playoffs! Go Canucks Go!!
(not a terribly intelligent or coherent post... my apologies)
Monday, April 23, 2007
A renovating weekend
I'm stiff. I'm sore. I helped to renovate.
My folks are in the middle of some rat-induced changes to the main floor of the house and I was up early on Saturday to assist. We were in a destructive mood and for a second, at about 10am, I was tempted to quote Ronald Reagan: "Mr. Kirk: Tear down that wall!"
Well, the wall came down and the house is now quite the open concept. When the paint goes on and the wood floor is laid, Casa del Kirk will be all dickied up with its swanky pants on.
Needless to say, I was pretty tired by the end of the day and I missed Sessions at the Sylvia. Kara & Joy, my apologies on my absence and I shall attend your future events!
I had a very moving experience this morning as I took in my first Anglican baptism service with Andrea and Kady. It was inspiring in the participation that is required of those close to the family and to the rest of the congregation. My own baptism experience was at about 8 or 9 years of age. I was very excited and it truly did mean something to me at the time, but I think the significance has faded somewhat over the years.
At my baptism, I know my parents were there watching and praying as was the pastor who did the dunking in that bathtub/pool that my church had. But the St. John's service was different. The family and friends who were standing with the people being baptized were asked to renounce their sin and to affirm their faith in God and the congregation was asked to support those being baptized in staying true to their faith.
It would be so easy to brush off the call and response as just boring, ancient liturgy. But, when I take it seriously and really think about what I'm saying, it becomes obvious to me how important we are as brothers and sisters in Christ to each other; it's our responsibility to urge each other on in that most excellent of journeys. And I don't think I'm referring to the one Bill and Ted took.
F440 Racing Challenge. I'm going to do that this summer and I'm going to pay the big bucks to take those extremely cool 125cc cars out on that track. We took a detour on the way back from church to see the place -- it's a ways down this really bad dirt road, but it's got cars that will go fast and will help me satisfy my conviction that my life has been wasted and that I really should have been a top race car driver.
Facebook = Internet Crack. But, it's good Crack. Sort of like the Irish Craic, which equals a whole lot o' fun.
My folks are in the middle of some rat-induced changes to the main floor of the house and I was up early on Saturday to assist. We were in a destructive mood and for a second, at about 10am, I was tempted to quote Ronald Reagan: "Mr. Kirk: Tear down that wall!"
Well, the wall came down and the house is now quite the open concept. When the paint goes on and the wood floor is laid, Casa del Kirk will be all dickied up with its swanky pants on.
Needless to say, I was pretty tired by the end of the day and I missed Sessions at the Sylvia. Kara & Joy, my apologies on my absence and I shall attend your future events!
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I had a very moving experience this morning as I took in my first Anglican baptism service with Andrea and Kady. It was inspiring in the participation that is required of those close to the family and to the rest of the congregation. My own baptism experience was at about 8 or 9 years of age. I was very excited and it truly did mean something to me at the time, but I think the significance has faded somewhat over the years.
At my baptism, I know my parents were there watching and praying as was the pastor who did the dunking in that bathtub/pool that my church had. But the St. John's service was different. The family and friends who were standing with the people being baptized were asked to renounce their sin and to affirm their faith in God and the congregation was asked to support those being baptized in staying true to their faith.
It would be so easy to brush off the call and response as just boring, ancient liturgy. But, when I take it seriously and really think about what I'm saying, it becomes obvious to me how important we are as brothers and sisters in Christ to each other; it's our responsibility to urge each other on in that most excellent of journeys. And I don't think I'm referring to the one Bill and Ted took.
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F440 Racing Challenge. I'm going to do that this summer and I'm going to pay the big bucks to take those extremely cool 125cc cars out on that track. We took a detour on the way back from church to see the place -- it's a ways down this really bad dirt road, but it's got cars that will go fast and will help me satisfy my conviction that my life has been wasted and that I really should have been a top race car driver.
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Facebook = Internet Crack. But, it's good Crack. Sort of like the Irish Craic, which equals a whole lot o' fun.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Feline Killer
I was on my way home from some friends tonight when a cat bolted across the road. I hit it and I'm pretty sure it's dead.
Sam Kirk -- Cat Hunter.
Sam Kirk -- Cat Hunter.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Strep Throat, 4 OT's and almost no sleep
Well, that's not to say that I haven't slept at all. I have. Just not last night and my throat feels like it's closing up on itself and it's like being constantly stabbed with knives... Strep Throat sucks!
And I could feel myself getting tired last night, but those damn Canucks took me through 4 Overtime periods before they finally won Game 1 over Dallas. I just couldn't go to bed! Then when I did get to bed, I kept waking up every two hours or so and I just gave up around 4:30 and read a book. Then I went back to sleep at about 6:00 and I just now got up.
I could see these flu-like symptoms coming toward me all day Monday. It was like being on the coast and watching a massive fog bank come rolling in toward shore and there was nothing I could do about it.
So, I'm on some 'bionics' (as my friend Scott calls antibiotics) and Tylenol 3's and some throat-numbing green liquid that I gargle. I'm hoping the bionics kick in some time today and this throat doesn't hurt as much. I'm really hungry but I can barely swallow.
I don't mean to sound all whiny. I'm just a typical guy when he's sick: Someone help me... I'm so helpless... LOL!!!!
No, but seriously. Chicken soup anyone? My address is...
And I could feel myself getting tired last night, but those damn Canucks took me through 4 Overtime periods before they finally won Game 1 over Dallas. I just couldn't go to bed! Then when I did get to bed, I kept waking up every two hours or so and I just gave up around 4:30 and read a book. Then I went back to sleep at about 6:00 and I just now got up.
I could see these flu-like symptoms coming toward me all day Monday. It was like being on the coast and watching a massive fog bank come rolling in toward shore and there was nothing I could do about it.
So, I'm on some 'bionics' (as my friend Scott calls antibiotics) and Tylenol 3's and some throat-numbing green liquid that I gargle. I'm hoping the bionics kick in some time today and this throat doesn't hurt as much. I'm really hungry but I can barely swallow.
I don't mean to sound all whiny. I'm just a typical guy when he's sick: Someone help me... I'm so helpless... LOL!!!!
No, but seriously. Chicken soup anyone? My address is...
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