Underwear Rags

     My wife claims it isn't funny; but, I never claimed it was funny. Although I did laugh.
     I had placed an old undershirt on the end of the couch saying that I had another rag for her. She glanced at it and declared with slight disgust, "I don't do rags from underwear." Her odd statement combined with mistaking the undershirt for underpants (gross) was humorous to me. I corrected her, still chuckling, and she replied with slight disgust, "It's not really funny."
     At this point I was just overcome with the masculine counterpart to "the giggles" and offered it up as the topic of my next blog entry. She predictably persisted that "It wouldn't be funny."
     Now despite all the chuckling, I never said it would be funny. I simply said it would be the topic of this blog, though not seriously. Unfortunately, I was pushed into it just to prove her wrong. So, here you have it. Are you laughing yet?

Too many accounts

     Well, to express the sentiment of the "I'm a Mac and I'm a PC" commecials: I am coming to a sad realization. Namely that I have way too many online interests to deal with. I find the whole facebook thing fun and interesting, and I have my work email, my personal email, and now my own blog. Now, it may not sound like much, but I have no time to keep up with them all, do my online shopping, read my favorite online news sites, take care of my wife's and children's technical problems, and watch the latest Strong Bad Emails all in one week. ( I can already feel your sympathy. )
     In any case, the one that has my attention for the time being is the blog. It forces me to have to think long enough to compose something that is an expression of myself for potentially no audience at all. Now why would I want to do that? I don't know, maybe because I'm the kind of person who talks to himself on a regular basis and this is just another form of that. So, I guess I do have an audience even if it is just me. The good thing is, my self-talk outside of a blog tends to be more as a result of the negative. Here, I feel more positive.
     So, here I shall post, but refrain from "going postal". See, I feel better already :-)

We are free

Happy memorial day!
     Here is my small tribute to those who made it possible for me to sit here a freely type whatever I want on the internet. Well, almost whatever. Which makes me think of how many people mistake freedom for all-out unrestrained license. There are rules for a reason, and many people don't think any rules apply to them. Instead of being free, they are slaves to their vices. True freedom is choosing what's right, not choosing what seems best to me, or what makes me happiest. That philosophy has led many down self-destructive paths.
     The men and women who died in the wars of our nation saw beyond their own personal liberties, their comforts, and their lives to ours. Now, I know there are those who fought for less noble reasons, but I want to focus on those who put themselves into harm's way nobly. From wars past to modern-day Iraq, men and women are seeing the need to be self-sacrificial in their love of their fellow man. They have freely chosen to do what others cannot, or what others refuse to do. And what other kind of love is there really? If it is not totally self-giving, is it truly love? They could have chosen to avoid their duties, preserve their own lives and comforts and liberties, but in fighting for our country they loved people they didn't even know -- you and me. Now that's freedom!
     May God bless them all and may the souls of the faithful departed truly rest in peace.

Welcome to my first post on the Gregorian Chant blog site. My wife says I should call it Gregorian Rant, but I just don't feel like ranting. I do have my opinions and if I ever have enough time I might share them here, but I would rather not go on about my own ideas as much as I would like to speak of matters in terms of realism and reason.

Stay tuned and something might happen here.