The first person I knew who started discussing football team uniforms was Grant. Then, Rick and Bubba started talking about them. I walked into a conversation at church a couple of weeks back about uniforms and finally had to call foul.

People… just because football players are wearing it, doesn’t make it cool for guys to discuss uniforms. It just isn’t okay. Anything more than a passing mention of “oh I see they are wearing their away jersey at a home game” is strictly off limits for men. Has metro invaded our manhood so much that we can’t even watch a football game without critiquing someone’s outfit? What’s next? “Those shoes just do NOT match that helmet… I mean what are they thinking? Don’t they know it’s after labor day?”

So here is my plea… stop with the Uni talk. Leave that to the women…

Or maybe I could just be a millionaire and start a sports fashion magazine…

Things continue to go well with our little one. We’re getting very excited… Ann is preparing for Baby Showers, I’m preparing for hauling things from the baby showers. Thankfully one is in a place with what I lovingly call a “Man Cave”: a basement with a 60″ TV, a pool table, dart board and other manly things. A bit of refuge for us manly type people who have to be on standby for these things. The only thing I don’t look forward to at this point is putting more stuff together. Furniture is done, walls in the room are mostly done (just have to finish the trimming) and all together things just go well.

He moves around… A LOT. The good thing is that he seems to be on a schedule. Lets hope he keeps that up! We had another doctors visit today. Ann had some tests, which turned out good, and then the usual “Hey you’re 30 weeks” doctors visit stuff. Next Dr. Appointment: T Minus 2 Weeks. That’s right, we’re down to the every 2 week visits now. Basically signaling that at any point my wife could come running down the hallway, panting heavily and screaming “ITS TIME!” in a very cheesy 80’s sitcom kind of way… except that it never actually happens that way because usually the women folk second guess themselves and aren’t even sure if they are in labor (unless the water breaks).

Either way, i’m ready to meet the newest edition of the Plunkett household. After the troubles with the first pregnancy it is hard to believe that we are where we are only about a year later.

Went by the cemetery today, which I honestly feel like I don’t do enough. It’s nice that we are close by, but it’s in the opposite direction from most of the rest of our lives. It’s weird to see your son’s name on a large stone in a cemetery. It is healing in an odd way too, though.

Well, i’m off to life group in a few minutes. We are settling in there very nicely and having a blast with ministry at our new church.