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I started sleepwalking and talking in my early teens. I did a lot of crazy stuff. I know this because my dad would tell me about it the next day.

Like the time he came in my room and I was jumping on my bed while sleeping. Or the time when he watched me walk into the bathroom, hear me use the bathroom, and see me come out of the bathroom all while sleeping. Or the one time when I made a sandwich, ate half of it, left everything out on the counter and went back to bed while sleeping.

By the end of my teen years I thought I had kicked the crazy stuff while sleeping thing, until yesterday. I was trying to find my iPod last night and it was no where to be found. It’s kept in one of two places…on the floor next to my bed or on top of my desk next to my bed.

I fall asleep with my headphones in every night and at some point wake up, pull them out, set the iPod down, roll back over, and go to sleep. So why isn’t my iPod where it always is? I don’t remember waking up and putting it on the ground and it’s not still on my bed so what the heck?

After about 5 minutes of searching around my bed I finally found the iPod in a desk drawer. Um? I guess for some reason my sleeping self thought that would be a good place to put it. No more putting stuff away while sleeping cause it makes things hard to find!

Does anyone else sleepwalk, talk, or do something strange while sleeping?

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This picture is amazing! Last week the pilot of this CF-18 hit the eject button just a few feet before his jet crashed and exploded into the ground. Thankfully it sounds like he is going to be alright. But had the pilot waited just a split second longer to hit eject, he probably wouldn’t be alive today.

Today I wanted to hit “eject” after a machine at work ate and destroyed a clients document. Luckily I was able to pull up their document online and reprint it for them. They were very understanding, but it could have been a lot worse had the client not been friendly and understanding.

Have you ever wanted to hit eject when something was going wrong or about to go wrong?

New Goo Goo Dolls? Um, yes please!

Show Aug 26 at the Sleep Train Pavilion in Concord and new album out the week after. Super pumped! Who wants to go? Don’t forget to download the new single right here.

28 years ago today, at the age of 28, Keith Green died. I am almost a third of the way through the 512 pages of No Compromise: The Life Story of Keith Green. So far I am enjoying it. RIP Keith.

I love Mars Hill Church in Seattle. I can’t keep up with the amount of good content they put out, but here are a couple of my favorites from this week.

Pastor Jamie Munson – Most of us have said (or at least thought) at some point, “I wish God would just show up and speak.” Um, hey! I’ve been there, and maybe you have too. Check out “Everything God Wanted To Say” from Jamie.

Below is a Flanders video clip from Mark Driscoll.

Do you act like Flanders or know someone who does? Please stop.

I love country drives by myself, it’s one of my favorite things to do. It’s also one of the things I miss most about living in Washington, driving to Mt. Rainier. It took about an hour from point A (home) to point B (park entrance) on the map above, but that hour was probably the most peaceful and relaxing of all my hours in the week.

Sometimes the sunroof would be open and the windows would be down. Other times they would be closed and up with the heater on high. Sometimes while I passed the many rivers, lakes, and trees (like below), I’d have my music blasting loud. Other times I would be in silence, listening to God.

Some of my best conversations, thanks, pleas, and arguments with God were on my drives to Mt. Rainier and back. Sometimes sitting on a dock, on a lake, with fresh air, no cell phone service, and no one around for miles is what I needed. It gave me clarity and peace.

The longer drive between Washington and California on I5 is also one of my favorites. Some may think 12 hours in the car by yourself is boring and maybe even crazy, but not me. Passing each rest stop, truck stop, drive-thru, or hotel reminds me of a memory I had there. Dirty toilets, hot chocolate, bad food, and hard pillows have all been apart of my story but I wouldn’t take any of them back.

Sometimes in Santa Rosa I drive out to my grandpas old ranch. Houses are now built up around it and development is happening all around, but it still reminds me of driving out that two-lane country road to ride on my grandpas tractor when I was a kid, and I like that.

What’s your favorite drive?

3 Must Have Driving Albums
Third Eye Blind – “Third Eye Blind”
Jeremy Enigk – “World Waits”
Acceptance – “Phantons“