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Journal Entries for February 2013
February 14, 2013 7:13 PM

Happy Valentine's Day

Valentine's Flowers

February 18, 2013 8:30 AM

Twenty-Five Years!

The Millers celebrated Barb and Ed's 25th Anniversary this Valentine's Day

This weekend Barb and Ed celebrated their Silver anniversary - 25 years of married bliss. Kristi and I joined them in celebrating the milestone by attending a ceremony — not much unlike an actual wedding, where they renewed their vows to each other, followed by an evening of dinner and dancing.





















This little fellow came and helped me pick music all night. At one point he asked for the mic, so between songs I turned it on for him and he calls out "Is everybody having a good time?" This was met with cheers. "Alright then DJ, play some more music!" A young MC in the making...





As the official photographer of the event and DJ as well, I had my hands full throughout the evening. However I did manage to sneak out onto the dance floor for one dance with my Wife to Michael Buble's Lost. The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur, but I know we spanned the gamut of music, playing everything from CCR to Metalica, Frank Sinatra to Psy, and packed the dance floor with songs like Time Warp, the Grease Medley, YMCA and even the Macarena.



While I was going through the pictures from Barb and Ed's celebration, I decided to post a number of other pictures from my ever-growing family.



As much as the children grow, they're still not that big...



The younger kids are still at the stage where they believe the person on the other end of the phone can see whatever it is they can see. In this case, while talking with my father, my son was pointing to some toys and saying "See, grandpa?"



Sometimes the kids get so tired that once their tummies are full, their lights go out.



I got the short chair at the adult table.









With one of the families in our small group from church returning home to Germany, we took a picture of all of us together. Looking at the picture, small group does not seem an apt description.



You can have one scoop of spagetti.



My son seems to have inherited the gene from me that allows me to fall asleep anytime, anywhere. The other day he was playing in the living room and I was reading a story when it occured to me that he had been awful quiet for some time. Usually that means he's found something he is not allowed to have or is doing something he ought not do, so I went to check on him and found him fast asleep in the middle of the kitchen floor. That's my boy, I thought to myself.





The littles love to sleep in mommy and daddy's bed.





I've discovered one hair follicle in my beard that seems to produce only white hair. Despite plucking it's produce from the pore several times, the regrowth does not change color. I suppose, all things considered (looks at top of head) I ought to be grateful it still produces hair at all...



I call this the musical hose.











My oldest daughter and I went to drop some equipment off at Impact Combat Simulations where they have this old Ford van (even older than Rusty!) It turns out the van had some engine trouble while we were there.

This morning when she got up, she earned herself some chores after uttering some careless words. By her own admission, she did so without thinking and insisted she did not mean the things she had said. I pondered this in my heart and it occurred to me that there is perhaps little more dangerous a thing than a careless word — especially in this era of instant communication and social media. The girls are already using a form of social media through their school as all their homework, assignments, schedule, and notices are managed online on the D2L (Desire To Learn) web site. Even there have been reported instances of online bullying through it's online chat forum, and while the school was able to identify the parties involved and deal with the situation accordingly, most cases of online abuse occur without any kind of recourse. Recent stories in the news and even warnings by city police have reinforced the idea of choosing carefully the things people post online, because once those words are placed onto the computer they are out there forever. With over 12 years of hosting this web site and splattering my thoughts, feelings and ideas across it's pages, I am all too aware of how little control there is determining who sees what, and this has been part of the reason new posts have been so sparse lately. Another reason is that save for the occasional rant on a handful of select topics, I don't feel as though I have anything meaningful to say; certainly nothing that hasn't already been said before. Reading back over the years of journalling I've done here, there are far too many posts about the weather. The forum of a mass audience was once reserved for an elite few chosen representatives. Not that long ago one had to have a TV show or a radio program to proclaim anything to more than a few hundred people at once. Now everyone can have their say and generally believes that the world is entitled to their opinions. There is an arrogant, brazen spirit of pride and defiance in many of the posts I've come across lately, and the more I see of social media the more I want to have no part in it. I'm not sure what that means for the future of this web site; I'm not even sure you could consider this web site social media. Instead of wreckless fountains of careless words, one ought to speak or type only thoughtful words. I suspect that as more thought goes into the words spoken, the fewer the words will be. Learning to do that may prove to be a lifelong endeavour.

Speaking of thoughtful words, the littlest girl in this family woke up this morning with a poop in her pullup. She came into our bedroom announcing her condition, so I got up and lifted her into the bathroom where I cleaned up a very nasty deposit. Once all was right with her world again, this tiny tot of a mere two years of age says to me, "Thanks dad." I have a wonderful family.




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