Well...hello, twenty twelve

The past two months have been...eventful? Interesting? Ridiculous? Incredible? I'm not quite sure what word or phrase would be adequate here. Perhaps I should explain. 

 

On November 30th of twenty eleven, I decided to take on a police car with my VW Passat. Turns out, that's not a good idea. I have no idea how or why that happened...just that I didn't see him when I pulled out of a parking lot. What that little event got me was six days in the hospital with a collapsed lung and the temporary inability to sleep comfortably on my left side for two months (and counting). 

 

Then, on December 9th of twenty eleven, I was notified that the job I had started in October was no longer the job for me. I was let go one day short of the 60-day probationary period for this position. Hmm...interesting. 

 

While in the hospital, I received two or three calls from companies that were looking to talk to me about coming to work for them. Now, keep in mind that I didn't quite know that I was on the hunt for a job yet. This wouldn't happen until I had been out of the hospital for two days and returned to work. So, I already had prospects lined up before I even knew I would need them. OK, this is getting ridiculous. 

 

On top of everything I mentioned already, I also was told by my chiropractor, after he spent some time studying my X-rays, that the neck injury I sustained in my accident was basically the same injury as Christopher Reeve, except that my spinal cord didn't get caught up like his did. I was literally a few millimeters from being in a similar place and situation as Christopher Reeve. 

 

**Sidebar**: I love the movie Bruce Almighty. There is so much rich, spiritual depth to it and I don't have the space to get into all the intricacies and nuances that endear me to it so much. But, there's a scene at the end of the movie when Bruce says to God, "Now, you're just showing off." **End of sidebar**

 

Well, now you're just showing off, God. 

 

I'll have to admit I was ready to tell twenty eleven to shove it, or to kiss my tookus or something along those lines. But, I love so much of what the year brought me. I failed miserably at keeping up with my blog. I got to take an epic road trip to Atlanta to see my most favorite band, Mumford & Sons. I made some amazing new friendships. I grew more deeply in love with my wife, sons and family. I witnessed the grace and abundant favor of my God as He carried me through unemployment twice, and an accident that very well could have ended my life. There were some fantastic times in twenty eleven, and there were some insanely crappy times. 

 

Frankly, there were moments where, to my ecstatic joy and utter elation, God inexplicably–with a wide smile drawn across His face–decided to show off. 

 

Now, twenty twelve has started and I'm not quite sure how or why or where or what I'll be. But, so far, it's been defiant in not revealing all it has in store. To date, this has been a sneaky, hiding something up its' sleeve, not showing the cards kind of year. I'm excited, baffled and a little giddy about all that awaits me in the next weeks and months and am already seeing God puffing His chest out, rolling His cuffs up, and grinning with a wink...as if to say, "You ain't seen nothing yet! I'm about to really show off!" 

 

OK, bring it, twenty twelve. I'm ready for just about anything. 

It's Idol Time!

So, there is one thing you must know about me...I love, love, LOVE American Idol. This is a problem that I have every year come January. I.just.can't.stop. I say it's a problem, but not really. Like all other guilty pleasures in your life, they wouldn't be so if they weren't, you know, pleasurable.

So, tonight's the night. The first night. This is also the first night that we have the judging tandem that is Steve-Lo replacing the carousel of Kara-Painkiller-Simon that we've had to deal with for the past couple of years.

I'm actually watching it now and already have some initial reactions: One, Randy is still annoying, dawg. Two, we're still taking too fracking long to get things going. It took them 13 minutes to get to the first audition. Sheesh! Three, J-Lo is already a less inebriated, but just as annoying Paula. And Four, I think Steven Tyler is an epic win. Also, Seacrest is still tiny...and very wealthy. Of course, I reserve to be absolutely wrong about all of this as soon as tomorrow morning. So, we'll see.

So, that's about it for now. Hopefully, I'll get a running diary going one of these shows.

Until then...Seacrest out.