Silence!

So, I know I have not been updating either of my blogs like I said I would, but I have a pretty good reason I think. The church that Carrie and I have been going to for about the past year has asked that we help with a second location that is catering to a younger, hipper crowd (and the first thing you probably think of when you see me is hip... as in "Does he have any hips? It looks like his gut just kind of flows down to his thighs...) that may not go to the more formal church a few miles down the road. BTW, the project is much cooler than it sounds, but I am tired. Why you ask? Here goes...

After having the dumb luck of being in Houston Tx yesterday at both rush hours, hitting a detour that stopped caring about pointing you in the correct direction after about 2 miles (the detour was about 27 miles), being hungry and seeing multiple restaurants that I could not get to do to said detour, and nearly getting rear ended by a semi as I pulled into my hotel I was pretty pooped when I got to the room. I also had Tex-Mex twice yesterday because every other eatin' place was either inaccessible or had a name like "Rico's Billiards and Burgers" so I had what science has named "Goose Squirt" last night (Carrie is going to kill me for writing that...)

So I finally eat and get settled into my room about 11:00 CST last night and get ready to try to get some sleep. About 11:15, I hear a guy racing his engine out side the room. I roll over and thing that it is not that big of a deal, I am in Texas after all. He does this for about five minutes... I get out of the bed to go say something and he peels off, I think, leaving the hotel. But then I hear the truck backing into a parking space right outside my room. He gets out of his truck talking on his cell phone really loud like people used to do at the mall before everyone had a cell phone and they wanted you to look at them and their space aged technology. Now I am getting angry. It is late, I am tired, and this guy is just being obnoxious right outside my room. He locks the door to his truck and keeps hitting the lock button so the car goes "Beep...Beep...Beep" about 15 feet from where I am laying. I get up and go to the door to look out the peep hole at this guy and he looks like the guy who built my house (and if any of you know me, you know how I feel about that guy) Now I just can't help myself, I have to go out there and talk to this guy because it has been a couple of minutes and he is still honking his horn with the door locky clicky thing. As I am putting on my shirt, it stops. I open the door and he is walking into his room (which, as luck would have it, is right next to mine). So I go back to my room and sit on my bed fully clothed, waiting on an excuse to go ask this guy to shut up. I wait for an hour and he is silent.

So there, not sure why I felt I had to go into great detail about a non conflict but there you go.