Meandering

So it's late. As I sit here at the comp with a pile of trash bags peeking at me over my shoulder, reeking of the last week's rubbish. Before we moved, I didn't mind at all to take out the trash. After all, we were the second closest to the dumpster. But since we moved, I've gotten quite lazy, and actually throw the trash in the back of the truck and take it to the dumpster. But no one wants to be a wimp and only take 1 bag of trash. So I've now resigned myself to waiting until there are at least 4 or 5 bags of foul-smelling diapers and leftovers and just everything my wife throws away. Does anyone out there have a problem with having too much junk lying around your house? I happily volunteer my wife to come over. She can fill a trash bag faster than Jonathan can recognize a Skillet song. (Balmerman shout out woo hoo!) And she steadfastly refuses to take out the trash herself. What a conundrum I have found myself in. When we divided up the chores all those years ago, I never thought taking out the trash would be the one I regretted choosing most!

On the bright side, I just finished a glass of milk with about 4 or 5 oreos sufficiently drowned. Mmmm. Good.

Well, I think my ipod is finally charged enough. I've got a Rob Bell sermon to put me to sleep tonight to. I've almost finished rereading The Jesus I Never Knew which is a surprisingly much easier read than the first time I read it about 8 or 9 years ago. Recommended definitely.

I believe the ipod is ready to go.

Good night everyone.
TJ