Flawless babble from the single most important human being ever to walk the earth.
Slowly becoming more comfortable with who I am now, enabling others to slowly accept that I’ll never be THAT Jorge again.
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It has been difficult to give a name to my transition back into authentic faith, which started roughly 16 months ago. I add the “authentic” qualifier because virtually all of my concerns about God still exist on some level, but they don’t control my beliefs anymore. (That sentence itself cost me a friend.)
I would be understating the experience to say that my return to faith was an adventure. It was total chaos, at least internally. I had finally made this seemingly monumental decision to believe in God again, lacking any real evidence to support it, beyond sentimental reasons. I’m not sure exactly what I expected. Perhaps I thought everything would simply fall back into place for me the way it had been four years prior. But finally taking the “I believe” step didn’t make the shift back into Christian culture any more seamless. In fact, it was rather awkward.
![Love this a lot.
amywithlemon:
“8/24/11
On the weekend I went to texes. I had a texes shaped waffle. I alsow met a dog that looked like he was part deer.”
[No idea why they appear naked, but that’s him and his sister eating waffles and Sirius Black the lovely dog/bat/deer of Jorge and Tara.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqrvdvi36W1qz5roho1_500.png)
Love this a lot.
“8/24/11
On the weekend I went to texes. I had a texes shaped waffle. I alsow met a dog that looked like he was part deer.”
[No idea why they appear naked, but that’s him and his sister eating waffles and Sirius Black the lovely dog/bat/deer of Jorge and Tara.]
Conversation With Moving Company
Me: Hi. Just wanted to check and see why no one is at my house. Someone was supposed to be here at 10am. It's now 12:15.
Him: No problem, sir. Can I get your name?
Me: Jorge Parrales
Him: Parrales, Parrales, Parrales. Spelling?
Me: P-a-r-r-a-l-e-s
Him: (After several minutes) Mr. Parrales, I can't seem to find your move on here. Are you sure it was with us?
Me: It most certainly is with you. You're the company I've used for my last three moves. I have a contract here from you guys that says you'll be out here at 10am. Would you like me to read you my move number? (Read him the #)
Him: Huh... There you are.
Me: THERE I AM!
Him: Well, Mr. Parrales, we've got a pretty full schedule today. It's gonna be some trouble to fit you in.
Me: Oh, no big deal. WOULDN'T WANT TO TROUBLE YOU!
Him: Sorry, I guess that's not the answer you're looking for. I think I might be able to get some guys to do some overtime for you in the evening. It's just that we called you yesterday to confirm the move and you didn't answer, so...
Me: You're making that up. I have absolutely no missed calls, no voicemails, or anything of the sort. What I do have is a copy of the contract I signed and faxed to your company that says you would be out here this morning. I also have ALL of the email exchanges between myself and Jennifer, who confirmed receipt of the contract and whose last email to me says, "Thanks, Mr Parrales! Our guys will be out there on Tuesday morning!" So are you really going to tell me that I failed to do MY PART?! Is that really what's happening here?
Him: Well, no. Maybe not. We might have just overlooked your booking. But like I said, I can get some guys out there tonight, I'm sure.
Me: Oh, tonight! That's perfect! I tell you what. You make it a free move, I'll be more than happy to tip your workers generously, and I'll go ahead and agree to getting moved 10 hours later than I was supposed to.
Him: Mmmmm, I'm not sure we can do that.
Me: Yeah, sorry for all the trouble. I AM asking a lot. Bye.
I laughed, she cried…
Tara and I have been living (sort of) at the same apartment complex for two years now. The first year had not been entirely thrilling, but decent enough for us to accept a second year when they offered a month without rent in order to have us renew. The second year served as a vivid reminder that it is not always best to follow the savings. Our A/C repeatedly broke more often than it worked, and the property managers were obnoxiously uncaring and slow to send help. Our dishwasher and washing machine both started flooding within 24 hours of each other, and then a few days later, stopped working altogether. It wasn’t much longer after that when my wife and I arrived at home to one of the most horrendous smells. That was how we learned the refrigerator had broken. It was almost as if our apartment was begging us to get out,
