Kurt Gerwitz

A master’s degree.
A career where I feel well compensated.

Subcription to a place to play tennis year round (indoors).
Tennis racquet
Hopper (like from the Agassi parenthood television commercial)

Clothes
Adidas Samba Classics size 7 or 7.5
Shirts for work that I don’t have to iron.
Pants for work that I don’t have to iron. Khakis.
Fitted leather gloves (this has been on my wish list for years).
Various warm clothes. See below for explanation.
Ice skates.

Space heater. I hear it gets cold in the winter here. Actually, it’s already freezing my tush.

A bycicle light enough for me to beat the panties off of my brother.
A light, modern helmet.

A massage.

An iPod adapter to make the iPod into my home stereo. (one for work, too.)

A trip to Mexico City.

Time (not the magazine).

It’s only Tuesday night and this week is attempting to overwhelm me. I’m on the cusp. Just stressed and busy, I guess.

The question remains what am I doing with my life/carreer. I am frustrated by the lack of progress. There have been some steps toward the discernment however. There have also been some setbacks.

Two SLUH seniors came by work today. I am so proud of DLS, very happy to show it off. Monday night I went out with Sisul and Noonan: Business discussions progress. Brad asked the question of the week, which is “What is your dream job?” It’s funny that I had answered that earlier today with Coaching soccer at SLUH. I argue with myself, thinking about what Fr. Knoth, Bobby Hjortsberg have said about such a carreer path, thinking that I’m somehow ‘better.’ I guess we’ll see.

I walloped Noonan in tennis tonight: 6-0, 6-2. I’m playing so much and serving with a smile on my face.

This week’s goals were going to be 8 hours of sleep, but I’m going back to try and solidify last week’s successes, which have fallen by the wayside. (Is that a clich�?)

At work today I played therapist. Many thoughts come from this.

I had the second German class today with Dad. I told the truth when I told him that I center my week around this Dadtime. I’m starving for some Kurttime, Bobbytime, Shanetime, Hanstime and decent Katietime. It’s a nice problem to have.

Julie’s and mine birthday is Saturday. I’ll be out of town, but my roommates will be home to receive gifts.

Great day today. Woke up, rode bikes both seriously with Hans and stuporly with Dad. His history tour was AWESOME!!! I was so impressed. Julie rocks. I saw like 50 people, the majority I knew. Stephanie, the daughter of one of dad’s buddies, Dan Adelsburger, is an exciting new person my age. Brennan had to sing “Oh When The Saints Go Marching In” to the entire crowd because the Rams lost. Debbie got injured, poor Jim. I claimed the title of bestest friend with Gina. Kelly learned me good about Christianity.
Other highlights include seeing Raul and Pete Zagone. I warshed the car this morning and bought a shimmy later. I saw the most amazing tree in forest park: bright orange leaves. It was freezing outside today. I’m feeling the urge to fly south for the winter.

The weird thing about today is that everything fell into place. It was just perfectly timed…only it wasn’t the actual timing as the balance between laid back and effective… or something. I really just feel so blessed.

The best part of my day shall not be mentioned here beyond that I prayed with someone special.

I jumped in bed with Noonan and Tina. They and Mike are watching a movie.

We started the day with a prayer service devoted to “words that heal.” I was pleasantly surprised. The Logos allegory, the positive language, and the success of my small group left me with a smile that lasted ’till lunch.

Today at work I announced my gratitude for the students that came up and introduced themselves yesterday to my guest Jim Gunter. It is precisely this sense of pride, gratitude and integrity that make me love what I do. That’s the good side. The ugly side was felt Thursday night with the eye-popping parent-teacher conferences that ran over my baseball tickets. I arrived late to the game but a parking angel dressed as two cops pulled throught and got me a great spot for free.

Katie, Marlo, Brad, John and Joe were all at the game. The ninth inning was spectacular as the Cards pulled a big, fat almost. I split right after the ninth to get some shut-eye. I missed out on the Paddy O’s fun. It probably would have been a sequel. (sequels stink)

This week, I really did well with getting up. I’m exercising and not rushing off to work. I start every morning recording my dreams, making my bed, and offering my day to God.

I talked with Shane. I’ll be missing his recital in Louisiana. I blame Thursday. I’ll be conscious of him tomorrow.

The entreprenuerial opportunity #2 is closer and closer to a reality.

It was really good to see Jim, Pam, Sarah, Matt and Libby tonight. We ate at a Mexican restaurant in south city on Kingshighway. Lucy’s, maybe? The Virgen of Guadalupe (Lupe) was there to dine with us. It’s a different world that these guys live in, being married and all. Winkeler got a promotion and bought us dinner. He rocks. He mentioned the hotties in his MBA program. He rocks. He won’t give me his BMW roadster. He stinks. Hey, two out of three ain’t bad.

The best person of the day award goes to Sarah for bringing me the most genuine smile imaginable as she danced in my arms and played with my face. Her new trick is that she can put the pacifier in her own mouth. Oooh, Aaaa. I thought she was ready to walk, but apparently she’s not even crawling yet.