Bri had pictures from her sister's wedding up on her blog and I commented on how old that made me feel. Well, this post will likely do the same. You probably remember my little brother Trav as being rougly two to three years old and wearing a Davis jersey to baseball games. He's now in 8th grade at FJH and running for student office. Check out his campaign video below and don't forget to vote for Trav Dawg!
So, the Jazz got blistered by the Spurs tonight, and while I would have liked to seen a more competitive showing, it seems things worked out for the better. I honestly think we have a better chance of taking Houston without homecourt advantage (a rematch of last year's first round) than we do San Antonio with homecourt advantage. Game one is on Saturday in Houston, so you have exactly two days to get your 'A' games ready. Prayers, fasts, extra tithing and other expressions of faith are encouraged.
Sterls, I will miss cheering on our beloved Jazz with you this postseason, but your spirit lives on in the Mile High City. Tune in and make sure Lily watches -- her karmic powers are unstoppable. Bells, I will again enjoy cheering on the Jazz with you and will probably seek refuge at your home should Stacy kick me out of ours (which is distinctly possible). Connors, tuck away the kids safe at night and be ready for tipoff. G, get the TIVO ready and prepare for some sleepless nights, and I promise to keep the f-bombs via text to a minimum. Rett, I will not promise you the same. KC, stay away from me with your dogged pessimism, I'm trying to channel positive energy right now.
The rest of you, get ready by watching the video clip posted below. Oh, and please try not to tear up as you watch it. I'm as emotional as you are about the Jazz but was able to hold back (barely).
As most probably know by this point, Stacy got into nursing school and started this week. The story of exactly how she got in is quite amazing, but I feel that if relay the entire thing on the blog you'll be bored to tears by the time you get to the end. But, if you are curious, give her a call or ask her about it sometime when you see her. For now, suffice it to say that we feel extremely fortunate and blessed that she was able to make it into the program.
Stacy has wanted to be a nurse for as long as I have known her. Unfortunately, when she married me, my chosen path of career student somewhat derailed that for her. Our first year of marriage, she quit school and worked full-time since it was my last year of college and we basically couldn't survive with both of us in school. After we moved to Seattle, she had to wait a full year before getting in-state tuition so that we could afford for her to start taking nursing prerequisite courses again. This has been a long time coming and I couldn't be happier or prouder to see her achieving her goals. As you can imagine, she is also quite happy and excited to be starting school again -- so excited that she had me take a picture of her first day!
Shawn Smith is a well known Seattle musician who has been in a number of local bands. He recently put out a record on Aaron's label Sound Vs. Silence. The other night, Bells calls me up and asks if I want to go to a little party Shawn is having to celebrate the release of his new CD. Apparently it was just a small get together for some friends and Shawn was going to play some of his songs on piano.
We show up to the party with a bottle of Chianti in hand (not even really sure what that is, but boy did we look straight trying to find a bottle of wine together at a grocery store in Capitol Hill), and pull up a seat on the couch at some guy's loft (still not sure who the guy was). In typical Aaron fashion, we become the life of the party -- which is to say that we are so unegaged from the rest of the group that you would have thought we were quarantined.
As we're sitting there staring at the wall, this guy and his wife come up and introduce themselves. The guys shakes my hand and says, "hey, I'm Stone, nice to meet you." I'm thinking to myself, "Stone, huh? That's an interesting name." It then dawns on me that I'm shaking hands with Stone Gossard from Pearl Jam. Holy s***! They both sit down right next to us and for the next hour I'm sitting close enough to him that I was afraid I was going to kick him every time I moved my leg. I wanted to tell him that he was basically responsible for one of my favorite albums ever (Ten) and how much I loved his band, but instead, I did what came natural: I totally froze, looked at Aaron in disbelief, and started texting my dad and Connors.
