It was UT–University of Tim day, so I had both my kids with me today! GREAT!

Jesse drove. He’s getting a little cocky with his driving, and he doesn’t really have the experience to back it up. Plus, my son has never been wrong in his life. So that can cause me extra stress. Overall he did ok.

We met up with our team from Perimeter Christian School at Azalea. They gave the mission a thorough scrubbing and organizing. It looks really great. They also decorated the place with valentine and gave out bags of candy. The kids loved it!

I was supposed to have an assignment with a youth pastor from VA, but his flight got canceled due to weather. Bahd luck. So I meet with them tomorrow. That’s supposed to be my day off. C’est la vie, Baby.

We ate lunch at the PDK Airport off of Clairmont in Chamblee. It was perfect weather and the steady line of planes landing and taking off was super cool. Makes me want to get back into flying trikes.

We enjoyed the bookstore for an hour or so.

I took Jouvens and a car title over to Ernest who was waiting for us at the Sandy Springs Police station. We got to the door of the station at 4:55pm. The place was supposed to close at 5pm. We told them that it wasn’t 5pm–we still had 5 minutes. They said, “See you tomorrow.” Locked the door behind them, looked at us and laughed! Not exactly the best way to get good public relations.

We spent the rest of the day at Azalea with the kids. I went down to Miriam’s house to install their printer, but no one was at home.

We had fun making valentines with the kids. Ashley was with me so that was a special treat. She just jumps right in and does the whole thing. Sweet.
Most of my time was spent driving over to the cop shop in Sandy Springs. Jouvens is with me. He’s like a son to me. I ask him, “SO, Jouvens. Got big plans with Makayla this evening, valentines and all . . . ?”
“Think I should do something, Mr. Tim?”
“Are you kidding me, boy? You lost your mind? You better do SOMETHING!”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, Jouvens. You better make some kind of hand written card. They like those best. And something with chocolate would also be good.”

He just nodded his head. We got back to the mission and he wrote out a really good poem and decorated it with Ashley’s help. We made a bag of candy (from the Perimeter team), I made an origami butterfly for him out of Japanese paper and he attached his note. I think she’ll be happy.

I’m tired.

Peace.

I had a fun lunch with Drew Grubbs today. I’ve really missed hanging out with him. It was good to get together. We talked about our work and how we generate interns to staff our mission sites. It’s a great system and gives young people a chance to really make a difference and do missions. Google Youth Outreach United for more info!

I know I’ve talked to you about my brothers Tito and Lester Ruiz. I had a blast jamming with them. Lester was awesome on the drums and Tito was wailing on the keyboards and had terrific vocals. We worked up several new songs. I thought we sounded great. I put my guitar in the stand and then caught my foot in the guitar cord. It pulled the guitar forward and cracked the neck.

There have been times in my life if I had seen that happen I would have done the complete freak out. I was just like, “Yeah, it cracked. I’ll get it fixed.” NBD. My guitar repair guy is John Marshall of the Fret Shop. He runs a school for aspiring luthiers. These guys are world class. Literally. Last guy I met over there was from S. Africa. So I know my guitar is going to come out ok.

Checked the kids at the mission. Helped Mustek figure out ratios. I also alerted Jouvens that we have a team from Perimeter Christian School coming to help clean up the mission Thursday morning.

From Azalea I met up with Ashley and we went to Taco Prisa. I dig their Huevos Rancheros–with the salsa verde, baby!

Then over to Peachtree Corners Baptist Church where Ashley and I met with their Missions Committee. They are some of my favorites. I shared with them a strategy for mobilizing volunteers and Ashley talked with them about Kensington Station.

Peace.