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Facebook is no place for blogs.

I just rediscovered the art of the blog and realized that I make a lot of good memories when I am blogging. Blogging is different than journaling, you know. Journaling is that sappy chick stuff. Blogging is manly. Blogging requires quick wit and a mustache. You have to move to Canada to become a blogger and wear plaid. Blogging destroys rainforests. No. no, I must be thinking of something homophonic...

Alright, so here's the quick set up:
This past 370-odd days Katie and I have....
...relocated from Georgetown, KY to Linwood, Cincinnati
...finished our course work at UK
...started at a church in Cincinnati called Parkside Christian Church (
...bought a house
...lead worship for the North American Missionary Convention
...had the lead pastor at PCC fired after we were there for 2 months
...almost get a dog (until we found out...)
...find out we were pregnant a cruise (stupid me and clever phone salesman. No, just stupid me)
...sell both motorcycles an MG Midget
...have a baby
...start blogging.

Ah, what a year it has been!


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