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WTF, Mate?

Yeah. I know. I know. I have been to the thriftstore in like....FOREVER. AND, they won't let me take pictures there anymore. So now what the f*** am I supposed to do? Shop? Yeah, ok. Not likely anytime soon (although I do need some non-jeany type pants to wear now that the weather's turning not so frigid.

I just haven't felt...inspired (although that's SO not the right word) to post lately. And it's not like I don't have things to say. There's been a lot of sh*t going on at home (good stuff, and some weird stuff, but mostly good) and then there's been the recent re-getting-in-touch with old that's all been cool.

But it just never seemed like I wanted to sit down and take the time to spit all that out on this page.

Work is...well, work. That is to say-I have a job. On most days I enjoy my job. They are increasing my responsibilities and it has been suggested that more eyes are upon me and several roles that I want to move into are pretty much mine to lose. And all that's cool.

The change to the shared-parenting/child-support stuff finally went through last week and now Jen is with us the majority of the time and because of that, I'm not paying her mom child support any more.So, that's all good. She's settling in to her new school (although I'm sure she still tells people she hates it). She just had her first date last week and next August she starts high school.

My video duties in the church are increasing to the point where I am pretty much the leader of the video ministry there. So, I've been working on ways of getting that ramped up and going strong again. I hope that that one day becomes a full time gig, but that's not really my call at this point.

And I've been helping some friends with a video project for a very special application they are working on. It's pretty amazing and when I have some time and am not under a crunch to get the video done (they're presenting to Google and USAid next week), then I'll go into all of the specifics. Suffice to say, it's life changing and could be world-changing for the folks in Mozambique (to start), and other countries with similar programs. It's amazingly exciting and I feel blessed to be involved with it.

I'm also getting back into Soccer this weekend. Starting outdoor. We'll see how that goes. I'm about a D or C level player put on a B level team. So, at this point, I'm going to think of it as a learning experience. As in..."that'll teach me not to do THAT again!"

That's really about all there is right now. I know it's a boring post, but as I said...I just haven't felt like keeping this blog up to date and entertaining is as much of a priority these days. That and I'm saying what I gots to say in other venues. 

Peace out.


Anonymous said…
Congratulations to any father that is able to get shared parenting. It is a moment to be proud of, mostly because it is so rare.

Please share the secret to your success so other non-custodial parents can benefit from your work.

Cherish the moments!

Joel Johnston
Darrin said…
I hear ya, bro. I've had all sorts of stuff going on .. but I just don't have the drive to actually rwite things up about it. Go figure.

JenJen went on her first date? And she starting high school? Well, I'll be damned. Look at her grow up. I'm getting old.

I really do hope some good comes of the Mozambique project. Good luck putting the video for that together.

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