We went out for lunch this Sunday afternoon. Lewisporte is not large, so one of the only "sit-down" restaurants is inside a hotel named Brittney Inns. As my family, which is a bit of a motley crew at the best of times, went inside, a nice young man opened the door for us.
Right at that moment, my 3 year old daughter decided to spontaneously spazz out. No way could we get her to go inside. She wanted to stay outside and the whole place was going to know it. I looked up and apologized to the dude holding the door. Turns out the dude holding the door is Rex Goudie.
I'm not necessarily a big fan, but here in Newfoundland Rex is like Elvis. Young girls usually cry with glee in front of him. They don't usually tantrum.
Hmmm...reminds me of the time about three years ago when my son had a tantrum in the Toronto Airport...right in front of the Barenaked Ladies. (The band, not actual barenaked ladies).
Famous people bring out the worst in us. You can check out the time I tripped Larry Norman here. Or when I grunted at Leeland Mooring here.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Check Out This Review...
When you send an album away to be reviewed, it is scary! This one paid off...
You can read the review of "Hope Will Rise" right here.
You can read the review of "Hope Will Rise" right here.
The Blog is Back...
Hi everyone...
It has been a while since I've updated the blog. They say that one of the unforgiveable sins of blog-dom is not updating it regulary. Anyway... the blog is back. I'm pretty sure.
It has been a crazy spring and early summer. When life hits, it hits hard. First of all, my father passed away after a long fight with cancer. The whole process of watching him suffer and then go Home was a hard thing to process. Didn't feel like blogging.
Michelle and I were also blessed to add a third child to the Bursey clan. Max and Samara now have a little sister named Charlotte. I am now up to my elbows in poopy diapers. But I'm getting good at changing them...I can do it with one hand...blindfolded...that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I'm enduring many nights of broken sleep.
I still work a busy job as a youth pastor. But, I must say that it is a job that I love.
And I'm heading back into the studio on Wednesday to begin recording an EP. The tentative title is "here and gone". But that might change. "Love is Hard" may make it's way on there. You never know.
And, we have a nest of birds in our hanging basket in front of our house. Each time we enter or leave our front door, they swoop at us and verbally harass us. It's like we have to cross some sort of picket line every time we go outdoors.
I now run. 6.5 km 2-3 times a week. Although that gets harder to do now that I am sleep-deprived.
Now you're caught up. Keep checking back.
It has been a while since I've updated the blog. They say that one of the unforgiveable sins of blog-dom is not updating it regulary. Anyway... the blog is back. I'm pretty sure.
It has been a crazy spring and early summer. When life hits, it hits hard. First of all, my father passed away after a long fight with cancer. The whole process of watching him suffer and then go Home was a hard thing to process. Didn't feel like blogging.
Michelle and I were also blessed to add a third child to the Bursey clan. Max and Samara now have a little sister named Charlotte. I am now up to my elbows in poopy diapers. But I'm getting good at changing them...I can do it with one hand...blindfolded...that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I'm enduring many nights of broken sleep.
I still work a busy job as a youth pastor. But, I must say that it is a job that I love.
And I'm heading back into the studio on Wednesday to begin recording an EP. The tentative title is "here and gone". But that might change. "Love is Hard" may make it's way on there. You never know.
And, we have a nest of birds in our hanging basket in front of our house. Each time we enter or leave our front door, they swoop at us and verbally harass us. It's like we have to cross some sort of picket line every time we go outdoors.
I now run. 6.5 km 2-3 times a week. Although that gets harder to do now that I am sleep-deprived.
Now you're caught up. Keep checking back.
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