Event Driven Blog Entry

An event took place which is causing me to write this blog entry. I call this Event Driven Blog Entry.

The Event
Today my PS2 is broken. My wife said that my son probably broke it. It doesn't matter who broke it but now I cannot play "Dance, Dance, Revolution (DDR)", Madden Football, EA Hockey, High Baseball and the list continues on. It is true that lately I haven't had time to play a game; however now even if I do have an opportunity, I cannot play any games or watch any DVDs. Maybe I should take some time to write an ode to my PS2. Unfortunately Michelle and I are packing our stuff and de-cluttering our house. I feel like we are pilgrims in our house. It is a good feeling since this is how we, as believers, should feel like and patiently wait for Christ's return.

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Eric said…
You are SO the geek. "Event Driven" entry. Oh my!

Sorry to hear about your ps2. You can get a used one cheap these days.
January 15, 2008 at 11:17:00 AM EST
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