Long time Comin'

Hey, so, if you don't know the bad news from my life, you can email me or call me, i'm not getting into that here, but i think you all know. I don't know exactly who all reads this blog, because creeps sometimes look at my blog, but regardless, if you don't know, then you probably don't need to know, and if you don't know, but you should know, ask someone who knows. And if you don't know, because you aren't really supposed to know, just keep reading my blog over the next few months and you will probably figure it out unless you are an idiot in which case, you really shouldn't know....Speaking of things you shouldn't know....I may be blogging when i should be finishing my talk for youth tonight.

Well i just need a break ok, don't hold it against me, in which case you will eventually become one of the people who doesn't know.

Man, i'm feeling a little fiery today. Perhaps it's because i've got some sweet mamma-jamma slippers on, or perhaps it's because of my sweet Jack Bauer poster hanging in my office confidantly staring at me the way only Jack Bauer could, or perhaps it's because of something i dont' want to publicly discuss, or perhaps, and most likely it's this, except for perhaps it's a little bit of the last option as well, it's because IT'S PLAYOFF TIME AND THE CANUCKS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS, BECAUSE IF THE CANUCKS WERE NOT IN THE PLAYOFFS, I WOULD CARE LESS, but would still be slightly excited but that doesn't matter because THE CANUCKS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS AND THEY START TONIGHT, but unfortunatly I have youth group tonight so i won't get to watch it, but such is the life of a youth pastor who cheers for the canucks while living in an oilers fan base. Needless to say, i'm kind of excited for a NHL playoff season that features the team of my dreams, The Vancouver Canucks.

So I have an interesting story. There is this cult in Vermilion, actually it's all over Canada, I don't know if it's in the states or abroad, but it's definitly in Canada and more specifically Vermilion, and yesterday, my wife payed them a visit, for what reason, i prefer not to say, but all you need to know is that she was in thier building, and they accepted her because of her gender. Anyway, i needed to talk to her about some plans for later that afternoon and she was not answering her mobile device, so i decided, i was going in! I parked awkwardly outside thier building, do to thier inconsistantly marked parking spaces, and headed for the door. I'll admit, I was nervous, I didn't know thier protocol, would they shoot my on site? Would they have bouncers for scum like me? Would there be a laser beam security system that i would have to Jack Black it through (this only makes sense if you've seen the film "Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny", that being said, i do not recommend you to see this film, in fact i reccomend that you don't for reasons deeper then personal taste). Whoa. No, it seemed safe. I entered the opague front doors only to come in to contact with a person I knew. She was a lady from my church, and i could only assume that she was posing as a double agent with this cult in order to gain information on thier cultish, gender exclusive practises. I asked her if she thought it was safe for me to enter, she said yes, i said....ok. I tentativly stepped forward into the shadows which i thought may contain my own destiny, i took a deep breath as if it may be my last, opened the door, and stepped into the light.
Only to be "greeted" by looks of suprise, shock and mistrust, and then my wife running at my chasing me out as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did, i will never know, because thats as close as i got....to the cult known as....Curves for Women....