Next week, I’ll be heading to Jonathan Creek with Crestwood’s youth group. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s one of my favorite places on God’s green earth. I look forward to a week of relaxation, drawing closer to God, and losing touch with my everyday routine.
I’m extremely lazy when it comes to my license tags. All it takes is sticking that little sticker on your plate, but for some reason, I can never motivate myself enough to do it.
While at Georgetown College, I was pulled over twice to be reminded I needed my up-to-date tags. Last year, my policeman-of-a-Sunday-School-teacher, once again, brought it to my attention.
A few days ago, I was pulled over by a Kentucky State University cop. I’ll let you guess why.
Geez!
I ain’t movin’.
Ever since giving a verbal commitment to take the new apartment, I’ve had second thoughts. I’ve yet to have a good, solid, 100%, “this is the right thing to do” feeling.
As wonderful as the apartment is, here’s my reasons for staying put:
1. My current apartment is the best deal in Frankfort.
2. I have great landlords.
3. I can think of plenty of smarter things to do with the extra $125 per month.
4. They’re not going anywhere - I can always move later if I feel like it.
My bank account is happy. Dave Ramsey would be proud. Cari - I didn’t lie to you after all.
The Josh Martin Band played in Cynthiana this past weekend at Cornerstone Christian Church (our keyboard player’s home church). It meets at Harrison Co. Middle School.
I woke up to find I’d overslept by thirty minutes. This wasn’t really a big deal, as we’d planned on getting to the church pretty early. I arrived at the school just a little while after the rest of the band, only to discover I’d forgotten my hi-hats (in my haste to leave my apartment that morning). Thanks to the janitor, I searched the school’s band room with no luck. Someone from the church dabbles in playing the drums, so they ran home to get their hi-hats. While I appreciate the gesture immensly, I soon discovered their hi-hats were high-grade aluminum. Seriously. I think trash can lids would’ve had a better sound. Seriously.
Fortunately, with my jazz/improv background, I was able to get through the gig relying on tambourine and my ride cymbal. The thing is, I really enjoy when I have to rethink my parts like that. I like playing on-the-fly.
It turned out to be a great gig. Two girls from the church’s youth group made their public professions of faith afterward. Way cool.
A year ago, when I moved out on my own, one of my goals was to learn to cook. However, unless I’m at a “sit down” restaurant, I don’t like to wait long for my food. If I can’t prepare it in less than ten minutes, I’ll probably go for something else. The only problem is, anything that can be prepared in less than ten minutes usually involves a microwave or is considered junk food. In an effort to eat more “healthy,” I’m not too sure my dinners should involve anything from the microwave.
Once I started doing my own grocery shopping, I discovered Skillet Sensations. Not exactly gourmet, but not from a microwave. They’re not hard to prepare, but they do help you get your feet wet in the field of cooking (since they involve a skillet and a stove). As with most meals like these, the vegetables can be very bland. As my mother knows, getting me to eat good vegetables is hard enough - if they’re bland, I ain’t eatin’ ‘em.
Tonight I decided to “stir things up” a bit (pun intended). I added salt while cooking, and threw in some cheese for the last couple of minutes - just enough to start melting it. I’m very surprised at the difference it made - it was good!
Not to the east side, though. Downtown. As of July 1, my new address will be 315 St. Clair #302.
I’ve consulted with a lot of people and pretty much all of them agree it’s a great apartment. My parents also approve - I knew mom would like it (she always wants the best for me, and this is a nicer apartment than what I’ve got now), but my dad is always a tough sell. I know if I ever gain his approval, it’s a good deal.
I also learned it’s the same exact apartment a former co-worker of mine lived in (the person who put the idea of living on St. Clair in my head). “Which apartment did you live in?” “302.” “Oh, that’s the one I might take.” “Isn’t it awesome?!?” It was a funny conversation. I’m inviting her to visit once I get settled in so she can see her old apartment.
The landlord is being more-than-generous with me, which makes me feel good. I also have Justin to thank for putting in a good word for me. I’ll be able to start moving in the last week of June. If anyone wants to help me move, come on!!!