It seems that it's been awhile since I've actually written a blog about my self and those in my life--most of the time I prefer writing about "issues". I suppose I could now delve into a psychological exploration about why that may be, but I'll pass on that for now.

It's been kind of a crazy week. Last Thursday I was preparing to go to Canada with my dad to attend a cousin's wedding, see family, and especially see my grandpa, who has stage 4 colon cancer. Then I got word that my brother's (Jordan) lung collapsed that day. He had his other lung collapse on him five years ago, and had to have surgery and stay in the hospital for three weeks. After a few days in the hospital, it became clear that Jordan would need surgery again, and is in fact under the knife as I'm typing. I would really like to be there, but I know that he's in good hands with his father, mother, and fiancee by his side. (yeah, he's engaged...you didn't know that?)Speaking of which, I need to start thinking of ideas for his bachelor party.

Well, my dad and I did go to Canada despite Jordan's hospitalization. It was so good to see all my family up there again, and great to get a lot of one-on-one time with dad. I'm so thankful to have a good relationship with my father--which exists mostly because he's a good father. I'd like to be that kind of father.

I love getting away from home, taking adventures, getting lost (almost on purpose) and then finding your way back, roughing it, being disorderly, or dangerous, or strange. I think many men feel this way. But then, I also love coming home to a wife that missed me, spoils me, calms me, comforts me, helps me dress, and otherwise belong in a concept called "society". And coming home to a very smart and cute little puppy that also missed me is nice too.