Randomosity

You may ask yourself from time-to-time, "Why would anyone be awake at 4am?". I find myself asking myself that very question this morning. I have actually been awake for about half an hour, but I have already taken the ime to clean out and organize my inbox. What else do people do at this time of the day (err... night?). Oh yeah, sleep. Well, I tried that one, but it didn't work out so well for me.

Since I am awake, I thought I would catch you up on what I have been up to.

I started reading a new book, The Irresistible Revolution, and I can't stop reading it. Well, that's not completely true. Of course, I can stop reading it. I just find myself not wanting to. It is by Shane Claiborne1, and is autobiographical in nature. It is hard to explain why I find it so great, but it rocks my soul. Sometimes I read it and think, "That's what I think." Then, I read something he did, and I think, "That's what I think." See the difference? If you have ever found yourself tired of hearing about church or annoyed by Christians, you may want to check out this book. It is not about some religiosity, but it's about being what he calls an ordinary radical.

Remind me to tell you the story of the Prodigal Cat.

Recently, I've been spending time with my... err... brother? Brian. The hesitation is due mostly to the difference in the definition of the word brother and the connotation that it carries. Brian and I have the same father, but different mothers. By definition that makes us half-brothers. However, we are a little over six years apart in age, didn't grow up to togeteher, and barely know one another. I grew up with my older (whole?) sister Constance and my younger half-sister Leslie, but though Leslie and I share a mother and a dad, but not a father2, she has never been my "half" sister. You say half-sister and people immediately think, "Oh, I get it. She's not your real sister." Which couldn't be farther from the truth. So, by definition Brian and I are half-brothers, but it's easier when introducing him to say, "This is my brother, Brian." But, then you get blank stares from people that sort of know you, but don't know the whole story because they are thinking, "I never knew you had a brother?!?"3 But, then, the people that don't know you that well hear you call him your brother, and that carries the certain assumptions with it 4. You see, it's complicated. Maybe this is one of the reasons why God isn't a big fan of divorce?!? The point is that Brian and I have been hanging out lately, and though it may occasionally be awkward, all-in-all it's not a bad thing.

Most of you know that I'm also preparing to become a father, and hopefully a dad (see note 2). Every day I get more excited about the baby. Kim's belly keeps growing, which she sometimes gets concerned about, but I think it's amazing. But, I'm not the one that has to carry around an extra 25% of my body weight, and deal with my back hurting. I've seen this baby on the ultrasound, and I've felt it move, and I want to say that I am ready for it to emerge into this world, but I am not sure I will ever truly be ready for it. I'm not sure how this works, but I find myself already feeling like I love our baby. That seems weird to me for some reason. Can I love someone I have never met? Can I love someone knowing that when we do meet, they are going to scream at me and make demands that take away from what I want to do? Logically, it doesn't make sense.

Well, it is late/early so I am going back to bed. I hope you all have a great day.

Side Notes: (Which are in fact different than footnotes.)
Chris Sexton bought a bus. Incredible!
Today is my birthday.

1. ↩You may have just thought, "Oh, no, he di-int put a foot note in his blog." Oh, yes, I did. Shane Claiborne has some of the funniest footnotes in his book, but I didn't add footnotes in an attempt to copy him.


2. ↩That's another story, but if you know me, you probably get it. You might get it even if you don't know me. FYI... I wanted to put this aside in the my blog without bogging down the post. This is where the idea of footnotes in my blog was born.


3. ↩Some of them actually say it, and that is always a bit awkward.


4. ↩Like maybe you know when each others birthdays are.
   Okay, maybe I am taking the footnote thing to far. I think I am going to make this the last one for this post.