A real house and a band manager

This weekend Julie and I went to Nebraska Furniture Mart on the other side of Kansas City, and the best thing about it was the BBQ place across the street. Needless to say, we didn’t but anything at NFM, but we ate the absolute best BBQ I have had since moving here at Famous Dave’s. So good. So, for our entertainment center, we ended up going to Wal-mart and getting one we had been eyeing for about a month now. It took a half-hour and five people to finally get someone that could help us take it to the car, and once home it took the rest of the evening to get it set up.

Then yesterday we got our fireplace going for the first time. As we sat back, enjoying the fire and our new entertainment center, it seemed for the first time like it was home. Then the fire alarm went off – apparently we didn’t open the flue right. So we got that straightened out and started the first a second time. It was awesome.

After church yesterday we went and had a “Holy Party” – our church’s youth pastor, Josh Haney, is back from Iraq. Over a taco lunch we decided that Meghan Young would be the new band manager, and she will retain this position until somebody stronger comes along who can beat her up. We figured physical violence is the only reasonable way to discern one manager’s qualifications over another’s. She promptly assumed her role, acquired everyone’s phone number, and made arrangements for when our next band practice would be (since we are too incompetant to arrange one ourselves). She also is working on our housing situaiton for the gig this week. By housing, I mean finding out when and where it is. I informed her that I would prefer to recieve my checks quarterly, for maximum tax benefits. I am sure she will work this out accordingly.