Blog Number 77

Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.

So I am blogging right now in order to get out of watching Six Days, Seven Nights with my wife and mother (who is in town for a few days visit).  My mom invited my cousin over for lunch today along with my cousin's boyfriend.  Also invited was my mother's cousin so all in all there were 8 of us.  We all enjoyed the baked spaghetti my wife made although the chocolate brownies were not quite the success she had hoped for (of course I write this blog having just polished off 2 more of them).  The highlight of the afternoon was the chess match between my 8 year old son and my cousin's boyfriend.  The look on this guys face as he went from opening to being slightly behind to being really behind to the point where he knocked over his king in defeat was priceless.  The ego is a touch thing to have bruised.  He took it well though.  I have a feeling that I have had that look on my face as well many times when trying to beat my own son at chess.

Tonight was week 3 out of 4 in a class we are attending at church involving marriage enrichment.  The phrase "marriage enrichment" is pretty much repellent to guys.  The class has about 12-15 people in it give or take.  Tonight we did an exercise where we sat "eye to eye, knee to knee, & heart to heart" with our significant other.  I will admit that when I saw that this was an exercise that we had to do, I (along with every man in the class) shuffled nervously in our seats (trying to remember exactly how in the world we let our wives talk us into this class).  So we sat facing each other and were given phrases to start a one minute, on sided conversation where the other person could not talk but could only listen (guys, I can hear you squirming at the mere thought of this).  We each did this twice.  It is amazing how long a minute is when doing this kind of exercise.

Well, long story short, I survived the night.  All in all it was not as bad as I made it out to be.  I even learned a few things.  And it was better than getting beat by an 8 year old at chess.

Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.

Jon