I Love Pixar

Therefore, this is in honor of my wife... Notice they stole my joke (not like it is a new joke) to name a dog with a human name. Ron would like Dug. If we got another dog we were going to name it Greg or Doug.

This Youtube Clip left out one of our favorite lines, "I can see why you would think that because I said it."

brush

I like being married. Its weird and funny. Much harder than I thought, better than I thought, but the definition of 'better' might be different than I would have thought when single...

On Sunday in church Rachel sighed... it sounded like a "I'm mildly tired, not unhappy... just not feeling like going running" kind of a sigh (probably should have hyphenated that). I almost said to her, in sheer reaction, "You're right, we should go to Chipotle after church". I didn't. No more than 2 minutes later she whispered to me, "I was thinking Chipotle?" It was funny to me.

A few weeks ago we had a conversation that I wanted her to blog about, and she politely declined. I found the conversation funny so I will attempt to recreate it here.

Piece of information you need to know to understand: my hair is pretty thick, and short enough that most days I don't do anything to it. Literally: anything.

Rachel: So, is it weird that you never have to brush your hair?

Matt: ...

Rachel: It doesn't really occur to you does it? That most people brush their hair, and/or have to do things to it before they leave the house.

Matt: Not really.

Rachel: You used to brush it right?

Matt: Yeah, I think so. (In My head: that would be high school? Junior High?)

Rachel: But, you used to... so you have hair brushes right?

Matt: ... (gazing at her, not really smiling, but letting her piece it together)

Rachel: So, you did have them right?

Matt: right.

Rachel: Well, where are they now? The brushes?

Matt: ... (wait for it)

Rachel: You have no idea where they are, right? Even though there was a time in your life where you employed them?

Matt: Right. (In my head I am thinking that the last time I brushed my hair would have been at 29th and peoria in Tulsa. Last time I lived there would have been high school... no telling where any brushes are I guess...)

What I find interesting about marriage is that I can communicate so much with my wife, and yet she will never really understand what it takes for me (because the answer is: 'nothing it just happens') to have no idea where my hair brushes are. Because she doesn't lose things (although, when she does it stresses her out a lot more than it does me... because I lose things all the time). So - she understands so much without me having to say it, and yet my ability (let's just keep calling it an ability okay?) to lose things is still somewhat amazing to her.

I find that interesting. And funny.

Air

I think I remember to breathe more now than I used to. I don't mean I used to not breathe, I mean I used to not breathe. Like, stop and take a breath breaths.

I'm posting this picture because I love my kids and I love my city. We went to the Confection Show at the Botanic Gardens on Saturday (you can see how much my kids liked the confections!), and ended up walking outside for awhile because it was just warm enough.

I still struggle with rhythms at home being so different than rhythms at work (and I have a people oriented job, I can't imagine what a pure results-driven job is like to come home from!) Meaning: it isn't easy to come home and just sit on the floor without checking my email and stuff, but is it is a good struggle - to sit and play, to sit and watch (when they are happily playing or reading). I don't know that I am better at reflection, but I am certainly more interested in it.

I don't know that I am a better father, but I am more interested in my kids. No, that isn't the right word. I am better able (slightly) to take a breath and remember how important they are. I think stuff still bugs me, and my movement from anxiety, to anger, to entitled "If I were in charge of the whole world it would run smoother" - thinking, is the same... But, I transition through it faster. This actually overlaps with my loathing of 270 - which many of you have assured me you share with me.

I don't know if my perspective is different. I just looked up perspective on my computer, and I was thinking of the second definition (which is about the way you see things colloquially), but the first definition is this:

1 the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point [as adj. ] : a perspective drawing. See also linear perspective and aerial perspective .

In light of this, I do not think my perspective is different. I don't see the world differently. But, I believe more strongly in what I believed before I was sick. That kind of sounds arrogant... I don't mean to, I just don't know that I see the world differently as much as I am interested in looking longer. Or something.

Does this make any sense?

Thoughts?

Discuss...