Yeah, I been away for a while. I’m sorry I’m sure but it’s really been a weird few weeks and blogging has not been uppermost in my mind.

Anyway, I’ve been wondering about life changes and how to handle them. Take for example boxer shorts. I love boxer shorts; I haven’t always but today they’re the undergarment of choice and have been for several very comfortable years. The problem is that I have fairly colorful boxers, several of which were given to me by my fun and stylish daughter. So along with the gray and blue stripes; I also have the odd Sponge Bob Square Pants or bright red ones with black hearts and ‘Love’ written all over them; or I even have a pair with pickup lines written all over them (I’ve lost my number, can I have yours? is my favorite or maybe ‘If I created the alphabet, I’d put U and I together’ cute, don’t you think).

When I was working at Aquinas, no one ever saw my underwear and I’ve never really believed the old ‘wear the clean pair in case you get in a wreck’ thing. Yes, they’re clean::get over it! Here at my new job, I go to the gym every morning, workout and then shower there so I don’t have to shower in the RV. The problem, if you haven’t caught on yet, is that other grown men shower at the gym as well. As far as I can tell, I’m the only man at the gym with a bright yellow pair of Sponge Bob Square Pants underwear (though they are very cute).

Lately though, I’ve felt like I need to wear more mature boxers and I’m not sure why that is. Is there anything wrong with wearing bright, colorful, cartoon-themed boxers? Only the people in the gym ever get to see them so is that a bad thing?

Well, this has certainly been a week to remember and nothing really happened until Wednesday afternoon. Some of you may be aware that I traveled back to Virginia on Wednesday night so that I could be in court on Thursday morning. The trip went well though we had hoped that the judge would throw the case out completely but she didn’t. All she did was set a court date for May 4th, so now I’ll have to fly back there for that date. At least that trip will coincide with a weekend so I’ll get to spend a little time with the wife and kids then. Anyway, I left San Antonio at 4 PM on Wednesday and got back at 10:30 on Thursday. We made it to court on time, spent 10 minutes in the courtroom and we were done. Remarkable! I was amazed on my trip to see so many openly gay couples. Guys holding hands girls kissing each other goodbye, blech!!! It was disgusting. And if you’re gay or are pro-gay, don’t write to me telling me my opinion is wrong. It’s mine and I can have it if I want to. Get your own blog and I promise you I won’t read it…

Where was I? Oh yeah, Friday was very good though I was beat. Yesterday, I stayed in my PJ’s the whole day and watched the ’24′ DVD’s that my mom had loaned to me. I’d never seen the show and decided to check it out. Not too shabby, I’m halfway through season 2 now.

Today, I decided to attend Mass on this side of San Antonio rather than making the 40 minute trip to my old parish that I had been making. The priest who was there when we were here last now has a parish right up the road from where I’m staying so I decided to go see him and say hello. You could tell as I walked up that he recognized my face but couldn’t put a name to it. We talked for a couple of minutes and then I went and sat down. He hadn’t changed very much at all, he forgot to call the kids up to dismiss them for the Children’s Liturgy just like he used to do all the time. But then something happened that I’ve never had happen before. Halfway through his homily, the fire alarm started shrieking and the strobe lights started flashing. He looked up at the congregation and said, “everything is going to be alright, you stay here and I’ll go.” It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in Mass. He walked to the back of the church and went into the ‘cry room’ where he was told that a little boy in the room had ‘accidentally’ pulled the fire alarm and set it off. Luckily, someone in the church was able to turn the alarm off after about 5 minutes (which seemed like a year) and Fr. continued Mass like nothing ever happened. It was very funny though maybe you needed to be there. Anyway, I’ve pretty much decided I’ll just make the long trip to my old parish from now on…

So now I’m doing laundry and getting ready to head back to the old RV for some more R & R. Have a blessed day.