Wising up
I'm starting a series tonight. Too often I'm breezing through life thinking about my own muffins (problems), self absorbed in a big magic muffin land of selfishness. Well the muffin stops HERE (it doesn't stop here). It never stops, sin will prevail for the rest of our days on earth, but one thing that we can be certain of is that it won't win, because we can do something with it. Mmm, muffins. You tracking with that? I'm not Christian Lander or Prodigal Jon, but regardless:
STUFF KEVIN LIKES There's too many blessing in my life to not love and cherish and hold them in my hands....metaphorically (most times). So in no particular order....
I met Kaitlin on a little show called Daddy's Dyin', Who's Got The Will, also known as "The Greatest Play Ever Written and Performed Before An Audience in The History of Western Culture" She was all of 14(?), I was all of......16. Yuuuge difference (given her particular maturity, no not really). And it wasn't until one-act '06, that wonderfully lost string of weeks where we were all part of the same body, that I knew her. I'm very glad the nasty Kaste made the decisions she did on Daddy's Dyin', maybe I wouldn't be writing this.
I've since come to know and understand a little bit better the person that is Kaitlin Bouzek. She is a great sport, a fantastic road-trip companion, an exceptional listener, and someone people (me + the ones who are smart) like being around due to an emboldening confidence and ceaseless generosity. On top of all these things that are lovely, she's committed to becoming my pen-pal, during which time she will write the greatest letters ever written with soaring rhetoric rivaling The President and George Clooney (same person). Kaitlin, I love you, thanks for everything you've ever been to me and keep faith our best days are up the choad....road....I misspoke. I meant to say word and I said a mother....whoops. Love you, Kaitlin.
STUFF KEVIN LIKES There's too many blessing in my life to not love and cherish and hold them in my hands....metaphorically (most times). So in no particular order....
I met Kaitlin on a little show called Daddy's Dyin', Who's Got The Will, also known as "The Greatest Play Ever Written and Performed Before An Audience in The History of Western Culture" She was all of 14(?), I was all of......16. Yuuuge difference (given her particular maturity, no not really). And it wasn't until one-act '06, that wonderfully lost string of weeks where we were all part of the same body, that I knew her. I'm very glad the nasty Kaste made the decisions she did on Daddy's Dyin', maybe I wouldn't be writing this.
I've since come to know and understand a little bit better the person that is Kaitlin Bouzek. She is a great sport, a fantastic road-trip companion, an exceptional listener, and someone people (me + the ones who are smart) like being around due to an emboldening confidence and ceaseless generosity. On top of all these things that are lovely, she's committed to becoming my pen-pal, during which time she will write the greatest letters ever written with soaring rhetoric rivaling The President and George Clooney (same person). Kaitlin, I love you, thanks for everything you've ever been to me and keep faith our best days are up the choad....road....I misspoke. I meant to say word and I said a mother....whoops. Love you, Kaitlin.