Lesson Learned

What do you do on a Friday night in So Cal when you live the high life and have so many places you could go? Easy, you go to Ralph’s and do some grocery shopping. Believe me we have this cart pushing frenzy down to an art. Shopping List? Check. Club Card? Check. Off we go through the store, each bartering for what we absolutely need. By the way I was forced to put the Coco Puffs back and I am still upset over it. I must admit the game of trying to stuff things in the cart you want but don’t need without getting caught, never gets old. Never. So, here we are up and down the aisles when I get ahead of Nat. And as she shouts a question my direction, I reply by saying “Hey Bro…” You got it. I called my bride BRO. I got to be honest and say that I do not recommend this type of language when referring to the wife. Right after I said it I thought, oops. The good news is that we proceeded to laugh in the middle of the aisle for a few minutes. Quite the Friday night adventure and take it from me never call any of the women in your life bro, dude, man, homeboy, and for that matter Bob (or any other man’s name) While you are at it find something better to do on Friday night the going to the grocery store.

Get Out of My Head

For some reason tonight my head has been spinning. A new vision has entered my mind and for some reason, at least for now, it won’t let go. Mom, Dad…Augie you might want to sit down. Ok, I have a weird craving to begin a community of faith in Vegas. No, no you heard me right Las Vegas, Nevada, as in “Vegas baby, Vegas!”. Let me clarify, that this idea can come and go, as many ideas have before, but for some strange reason it seems very appealing right now. Let me clarify, that in saying “right now” by no means do I intend to pack tomorrow. What I am trying to convey is that “right now” I think it would be exciting to do church in Vegas at some point in the future. In fact I love where we are now. The community in San Clemente is great and I love being a part of what God is doing here. After all, let’s be honest who in their right mind wants to raise a family in Vegas? No offense to those who do, the Agassi’s included. Would it be a challenge? Absolutely. I mean can you imagine here we are in the middle of Sin City. Now my head is hurting. Maybe it is the pizza that I had for lunch or the raw cookie dough I snatched from the freezer a bit earlier. Whatever it is I can’t seem to get it out of my head. I probably need to just go to bed. Chances are that I will wake up and it will be gone. Whatever the case is, try not to tell my wife. For some reason I don’t think she will be too jazzed on the flavor of the week.