An Introduction to the Fictacular Life

If you're reading this blog, you probably already know me. But, if you don't, here's the quick basics that make me, well...me! I'm a thirty-something living in the middle of Washington State--the desert part, where it's hot hot hot in the summer and cold and snowy (well, not yet at least) in the winter.

I've been married for ten years to my high school sweetheart. Angie and I met on an old church bus headed to youth camp. We became fast friends, even though I secretly had a crush on her sister Candy. Throughout about five years, we continued to grow closer and closer, until I eventually got the courage to ask her out. It was not in the least bit romantic, and too be honest not much of our relationship is--but that's for a different post.

We started our life together in a fifth wheel parked in the church parking lot. It didn't take long for Angie to convince me that we should find a small apartment. We did, and it remains one of my most cherished places we've lived. Soon we wanted to branch out into a bigger space and moved into a modular home (trailer park). That's also another post for another day. After living there for a while, we were finally able to purchase a home! We moved to Black Diamond. I love and miss Black Diamond a lot. That is where we started a family. Our (now five years old) daughter, Kelly was born during the time we lived in Black Diamond.

We soon felt called by God to move to Zillah, Washington and the Church of God-Zillah (no lie). I won't go into much detail here, because I know there will be many posts about the wild and amazing times we had at the Church of God-Zillah! But most importantly, during this time we got our son Archer (which the name story is a post all in itself). He was a special blessing literally dropped off at our house.

Archer, along with close friends in our lives, helped us to dive into the world of foster care. Our first placement was a seventeen year old boy who we had only long enough for him to disclose some very frightening information. Again, probably best saved for another post. Even with the craziness of that situation, we knew that were supposed to foster, so we accepted a four month old girl (R). About six months later, we were asked to take R's sister (D). Of course, we wanted to keep the girls together. We were in over our heads for sure, but committed to the cause!

In November, we took a giant leap over the crazy line and decided to take Archer's brother (A). He had been born just days before in Spokane. We dropped everything, scattered the children to anyone crazy enough to say yes to babysitting, and took off to be with him as he was discharged from the hospital. So, if you're counting, that makes five kids who are all under the age of five. Four of them are in diapers, and we go through so much milk I'm considering buying a cow, except I don't know the first thing about cows.

I'm a husband, father, teacher, foodie, and tech geek who just so happens to love Jesus a lot. So, if those things sound interesting, consider following this blog. If not, well, I'm sure there are other lame blogs out there you could read as well. Also, if you want to know more about some of my life stories I've hinted at above, leave a comment!