a hole in my sock

it's been that kind of week. a hole in one's sock is never fun (especially when it's your last clean pair for the week)! despite the hole and despite challenging week i've had, i am super-excited for our jvc midwest retreat in dubuque, iowa (only a few short miles from the original "Field of Dreams"...and, yes, we will be playing baseball amidst the corn fields). my housemates and I will be reuniting with our fellow midwestern jvs that we first met only 2.5 months ago in tiskilwa, illinois this weekend, so it should be grand. i will be using this retreat for myself and for growing closer to the BGITS (big guy in the sky). if you read this in time, please pray for our cleveland community as well as the greater jvc midwest/domestic/international communities. i encourage all those who read my blog to comment and ask stimulating questions that I may not answer anywhere else except in da' soup. I also encourage you to check and make sure that your socks do not have any holes in them. it can be quite the tragedy. same time. same channel. same purpose.

...some hesitation

when i first created this blog, i was convinced that i would update it regularly. that couldn't have been further from the truth. in fact, it seems my procrastinating tendencies have now flowed into my world of blogging. anywho, i should not waste this space, because who knows when my next post will arrive. on the eve of my first ever visit to the University of Our Lady (Notre Dame), many emotions are racing through my mind as i sit here on a crisp October afternoon in Cleveland, Ohio waiting anxiously for the "sawwcks" and indians to get together in what should be a "wicked pissah" for the ages. while i am somewhat ashamed to reveal this, i know that it is the truth. i am, let me start over. i will be rooting for, supporting the indians as they try to debunk big papi, tido, and the schill these next eleven or so sleepless nights and unproductive days. some may call it treachery. others complete tomfoolery. whatever they want to say, i'm ready to take it like a true baseball fan, because that's what i have become--a true fan of America's favorite pasttime. so keep the clam chowder warm and tell those Bostonians to not worry about me, because they have got enough problems (i'm not even going to mention the Big Dig...woops) to deal with. rest assured Masschusetts, my love. once a New Englander, always a New Englander. raise your mugs of hot apple cider to that.