Here I am, Turn the page...

It seems to me that life winds its merry way in chapters. That being said, I believe that perhaps this is a new one for me. New job, new outlook, as it may be. I am excited to be starting at Belden on Wednesday, but also quite nervous as well. Feels kinda like the first day of school, Christmas morning and a trip to the dentist all wrapped into one. Oh, only in work boots and safety glasses.

I also feel like I am getting a fresh start with my music. The worship band that I play in is moving into some opportunities to lead worship in a coffeehouse format, at 'Meet at 66 King St.' in Cobourg. This is awesome and daunting all at the same time. I am pursing some venues to play some solo gigs as well, and feel like I am developing as a musician in the process.

Quinn is growing like a bad weed, and everyday he seems to learn a new way to be adorable and annoying all at the same time. He is such an amazing part of my life.

Mary-Beth has returned to JHS, which really sucks. Here's the scoop. Her hours kept getting cut at Alpha House, due to funding policy, and I got the layoff notice. So we decided it would be best for her to go back, inspite of the high costy of travel, and the long hours. We have to put food on the table. So then I get the call from Belden and get the job, making higher pay, one frickin day after she tells JHS she is coming back, and tells Alpha House that she is only going to take relief hours. The folks at Alpha House were happy to help out, and found a replacement for her THAT DAY. Really, I can't complain too much though..... it certainly isn't a bad thing that my wife has two jobs. Some people can't even find one job..... I love you MB, and thanks for your willingness to take on extra work when we are in a pinch.

Well gotta run guys.... talk to ya soon...

Shamus

Got It!

I got the news today: I got the job at Belden!. I start next Wednesday. Spent tonight hanging out with my friends playing board games. Well off to bed with moi.

Peace,
Shamus

Extra Belt Hole Required

Why is it that I almost always end off Sundays feeling like I need a wheelbarrow to role me home and a cherry picker in a half-ton to get me in bed? After church this morning, we went to Swiss Chalet.... christian chicken, as the people at my church call it. I ate way to much. Then we went to Napanee, to visit my cousin and we ate some awesome hamburgers and potatoes on the B.B.Q. Did you hear that? That sound is my waist expanding.... the twang and snap at the end was my belt letting go and the floor joists buckling. Bulimia anyone?

Shamus