Tell me, how do you eat your Oreo cookies?

Hello www, Many blessings to you. While on the rafting trip the discussion of cookies came up...SO, what is your favorite cookie and why? How do you eat your favorite cookie? How do you eat your Oreos? Mad Dog and Joel have a friend who eats them with OJ! ICK. I like to put the whole Oreo cookie in my mouth and then drink milk. MMM, love all that delicious crunchiness! :) I also like Chocolate Chip cookies, the old school ones, he he. I eat all my cookies with skim milk, lol. I dunk the Chocolate chips in my milk and then eat them. All right, your turn! :)

Infantile Shananigans

Hello www, My prayers are for you to be well, happy, and blessed. Numerous special prayers for Bridget, who is going through a rough time right now. This past weekend I went on a rafting trip with my church. It was a fun time and I got to hang out with what I would consider my idea of the superheroes from X-men, but these are "X-women": four talented, intelligent, fun, athletic women. I am blessed to have had such groovy company, and to be surrounded by these brilliant people. We prayed a rosary in my car on the way to the river, which was uniquely special. Austin, Tx is an interesting place. I was amazed by the variety of people who live in the city, and surrounding area. For example, while en route to a jazz club, there were two women painted in black Lycra (like Mystique from the X-men) outside the place where the jazz club was, who were waving people in to view a photography show being held above the club. (By law the women had to have underwear on, but 'everything else' had Lycra covering it.) Then there was the man with a beard and huge breasts...he would give Dolly Parton a challenge in a wet t-shirt contest. Austin is doing just fine in keeping itself weird, lol. I was disappointed, though, Austin, you didn't offer up a good live U2 mimic band. But then for four dollars, what was to be expected? Maybe next time... The rafting was uneventful, which was nice, UNTIL, we hit/landed on a boulder (okay a ginormous stone) and could not break free. The six people raft, with four passengers inside it, sat sadly on top of the peak of the jagged rock, wanting to go with the flow, only to be restricted, which was scary in and of itself, but what was even more frightening were the two people who got swept beneath our raft. Joel and Heroine were able to get them out from underneath, but there were some tense moments. The water angrily gushed into our raft, YIKES! With the help of a few kind strangers (The Austin area has highly affable folks) we did get free and continued our float down the waterway without anymore harrowing events, and the ensnared persons were okay. Thank you Lord for always being with us. I will forever remember how fun it was to watch and egg on Heroine, Claire and Joel as they used a rope and jumped off a small cliff towards the end of the river ride. Heroine, Claire, Joel and Elizabeth got in and out of the raft to swim, looking elegant as they were engulfed by the stream, and help with moving the raft along, for which I am very grateful. I know Bridget is too. Thanks you all, we wouldn't have enjoyed the rafting nearly as much if we had been with a different group of people. :)I am also genuinely happy to comment on how well the five of us got along. Watch out world! :) We are a force to be reckoned with, he he. There was a bit of a debate about Should folks be allowed to live close to a natural watercourse? I didn't think they should be, my reason being that some places are sacred and should be treated as such, and natural areas, like this trivulet, was one of those places; I also mentioned how Central Park in NYC was treated with inviolability...Others said people had a right to own land, even if it were near a beautiful torrent. Men. I remember a Seinfeld episode where Seinfeld says, "Men...You see men with women. How are men getting women, many people wonder. Let me tell you a little bit about our organization...We have a man working on the situation right now. Now, he may not be our best man, OK, we have a lot of areas to cover, but someone from our staff is on the scene..." Three men on the trip were not the finest for any given situation. Heroine, Claire, and Elizabeth had to ride down with an AH. AH was too enamored with the breast size of his new friend, BB, who was sitting in the front seat next to him, to properly drive his vehicle. He was swerving a great deal and this was making Heroine sick to her stomach, on many levels. When he was asked to please watch where he was driving, he veered off the road and back on again, joking, "You don't like this?" Heroine and AH had become friends leading up to this trip. Friends, in Heroine's mind anyway, through and through; AH had called her while out of town, shared personal information with her. Not asking her out, but certainly talking on the phone to her a lot, which was fine with her; as a result she happily got to know someone who was dissimilar to her in almost every way. It helped that AH wasn't too hard on the eyes either. But with AH's behavior towards BB, and subsequent actions he took later, she was quickly finding him repulsive. Well Bobo and Obob were hard on the eyes, and they did not play well with others. I'm always suspicious of people who brag about being 'outgoing,' and 'the most pleasant people in the world.' Bobo and Obob turned out to be punks. Only later was it found out the 'genius' of their humor. Bobo claimed to have thought about becoming a priest, and that he was a runner...Bobo didn't take communion at mass on Sunday, not that I'm judging, I was just surprised by his behavior if in fact he was considering the priesthood (found out later he wasn't), as for the claim to be a runner: he was also not exactly the tiniest of people... I wanted to take the Fab Five (FF) in my car to the river, so we'd be sure and get a raft together...We thought swapping out Bobo and Obob for the Fab Five would be an easy transition. Since AH drove some of the FF in his vehicle, we asked if it would be okay that Bobo and Obob, who drove down with me, could drive down with him in his automobile. AH agreed to the swap. Or so we thought. As all of us were leaving in my motor vehicle, we see Bobo and Obob trailing people who were not of AH's group. AH took BB and two of her friends instead! We were furious! I especially felt bad about the turn of events. But then too, I became conscious of the fact that Bobo and Obob were not exactly the outgoing, friendly people they claimed they were...With this realization, I felt slightly less guilty. (Later it was learned they went in a four person raft by themselves.) When on a trip like this, you need to meet people, or hang out with people you don't know! But maybe this is not universal knowledge, I admit. Even if I knew individuals, I met new human beings, intentionally sometimes, but also by default of the seating arrangements. Certain people, maybe lots of people, are just clueless about social circumstances. Bobo and Obob were. When the whole group got together to eat, I became more cognizant of these two gentlemen's social ineptitude. It was as if they purposely sat by themselves, apart from everyone. All in all, the trip was a decent experience. :) There is much more to say about AH's, Bobo's, and Obob's behavior, but that would take energy that can be better spent ending this blog entry on a positive note, which is this: always be thankful for your state of affairs, taking solace knowing God is with us through everything. God has our backs. :) Addendum: A good friend tonight mentioned how I was being mean and hurtful to some of the abovementioned people, and for that I do apologize. I thought I was only 'stating the facts,' but maybe that was the wrong approach. Again, NOT judging Bobo on not taking communion, but you know what, all in all, that is NONE OF MY BUSINESS, and to that I do admit. Again, my apologies. However, I do believe in my right to free speech, and I am leaving this entry as it is, but I did tell my friend that I would post his comments for him about this entry. SO there you have them. Make of them what You will.

Blog worthy?

Hello www, I pray everyone/thing in your world is well. This 'poem' of sorts, is based loosely on the song by Sara Bareilles', "Love Song." My heads not underwater So when you tell me to breathe easy I'm looking at you and thinking, "Wtf?" You made room for me But it's too soon to see If I'd be happy in your hands I'm unusually hard to hold on to I have too many thoughts to write about and there's no easy way to say this You mean well but you make this hard on me I'm not going to put you in my blog just because you asked me to just because you need it You see, I'm not going to put you in my blog Cause you tell me it's making or breaking this If you're on your way I'm not going to write you to stay If all you have is being a playah I'm going to need a better reason To write you in my blog Today Today. . . I didn't learn the hard way that men say things you want to hear If you have twisted words inside that you feel you need to let out on me don't bother And if you aren't who you are I can easily say 'hi' and 'good-bye' Convince me Make me think, nay know, this would be something good that this would enhance my life Hear me as I am God has promised me He will Leave His light on To help me see His Light, His guidance Why do you want to be in my blog? Because you asked for it? Because you need it? If your heart is no where in this I don't want it for a minute Babe, I'd walk the seven seas When I believe there's a reason to write you in my blog Today. Today. . .

The Most Excellent Quest

Hello world wide web,
I pray this day finds you blessed, happy and healthy. 
My good friend Mike has recently been able to make the awe-inspiring dream of traveling the world, i.e. traveling around the world, come true. From the USA-NYC, to all points in between, and then back to the US. (I don't know all the details, but here's Mike's blog address http://mikedavidow.blogspot.com/ so you can read about his adventures.) Does anyone else feel the magnitude of this undertaking? I know Mike's been getting some interesting responses when he tells people what he's going to do: "Did you get fired?" "Why would you do something like that?" "You are not being responsible." I applaud my friend for taking on this endeavor. I think it's fantastic! He is not married (watch out world!), has no children, no mortgage, none of the usual ties that keep people from doing this sort of thing. He has the backing of his family, most of his friends, lol, his degree, and the wide open world waiting for him to explore it. I cannot think of anyone more qualified for this excursion. Mike is a God-centered, high energy, lover of humanity, intelligent individual who will spend his days learning, looking, listening, and participating in the sights and sounds most people can't even imagine, and/or won't ever have the opportunity to experience. I'm also sure a beer or two(s) will be shared with many a fascinating character(s). His first stop in August will be to Dublin, Ireland. His entire trip will take 7 months. He will stay about a month in each location. Although he will be missed terribly, I am happy he is going on this voyage. He will not be returning to Dallas, as his other dream is to work in NYC. I admire his FS. FSs are in small demand these days, and more's the pity. We sure could use the outlook. Mike, God bless you and keep you my friend.

Judge Not

Hello www, I pray this blog finds everyone well and happy. “I like everyone until I get to know them.” My friend Silvia and I were talking on the phone last month, and Silvia was telling me about her good friend Sherry. “Sherry has a great husband and yet she’s cheating on him. The man she’s cheating on her husband with, Matthew, is nice enough, but he’s married too. And sometimes they have sex in the back of Matthew’s car! Sherry calls Matthew from my house. Sherry’s husband recently found out about her affair with Matthew, and as a consequence Sherry and her husband are going to marriage counseling. Matthew’s been calling me to find out how Sherry’s doing.” I just listened to Silvia, but I secretly hoped I wouldn’t be introduced to this particular friend. Well not too long after Silvia told me about Sherry, I visited Silvia, and since she lives out of town, I stayed for the weekend. Silvia mentioned a meeting between Sherry and me on Friday. I said nothing. Saturday flew by and I still hadn’t met Sherry. That was fine by me. Sunday arrives. I am 45 minutes away from leaving. Sherry has called and told Silvia she’s coming over. Silvia has a quick errand to run. I offer to stay with Silvia’s eight-year-old daughter, Adriana, while Silvia runs the errand. The phone rings, the answering machine picks up, and Sherry’s voice fills the house, “Silvia, I’m at your house. Where are you?” Adriana and I are playing on the computer. Adriana wants a glass of milk. When we both go to the kitchen to get it, we see someone at the front door, looking inside the house from the side window. Adriana tells me, “Lisa, its Sherry, mom’s friend.” “I know, Adriana, but your mom isn’t here and I don’t feel comfortable letting her in.” “But she’s seen us, and she’s mom’s friend. Can I at least tell her where my mom went?” “Sure, honey, just don’t let her in.” Adriana explains to Sherry where Silvia is as Sherry gently pushes Adriana out of her way saying, “I want to meet your Aunt.” “Cousin,” I correct her from the kitchen. “Cousin. Hi there, I’m Sherry.” I stiffen and don’t respond to the hug she gives me. Sherry gushes, “I’ve heard so much about you.” Curtly I say, “And I’ve heard so much about you too!” “Lisa, come and play with me,” Adriana calls from the computer room. Without excusing myself, I ‘walk’ to the computer room. “Oh hi, Russ.” Sherry is on the phone. Suddenly, thoughts of Jesus enter my head. “Who did Jesus spend time with? Serious sinners. Tax collectors and prostitutes. Who am I? And who am I to judge?” I gather my things and get ready to walk to my car. On the way out the door, I sincerely express regret to Sherry, “My profuse apologies for my chilly reception; I wasn’t comfortable letting someone in when Silvia isn’t here.” Very graciously Sherry answers, “Oh that’s okay. No problem.” . . . There are some people I don’t want to meet to found out if I’ll like them or not. . . . Saint Catherine of Sienna asked Jesus, “Why shouldn’t we judge people?” Jesus’ reply, “It’s not that you shouldn’t judge, it’s that you can’t. You don’t know what’s in a person’s heart.” I still feel bad I was spiteful towards Sherry, even today. Although, if I hadn’t experienced the dealings with Sherry I did, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to examine why I judge and when I am cruelly judging. When I am being hurtful in my sentiments toward someone, I remind myself of Jesus’ example. . . . Will You judge me for how I behaved? Probably. But that doesn’t bother me nearly as much as how I judge myself. . . . BTW: My friend Silvia was Not Happy, of course, about my behavior to her friend, even though I did sincerely apologize to Sherry. I asked for forgiveness from Silvia as well; Silvia accepted my apology, but has decided it be best we take a break from talking to each other. . . . As for Sherry: I pray for her, her marriage, and her children on a regular basis. . . . TOTAL SIDE THOUGHT: should Silvia be talking about her good friend like this in the first place?

Power of Prayer (POP)

Hello www, How are things in your world today? I pray this posting finds you well and happy. Anyone who's acquainted with me (and I want you to be familiar with me, dear reader) knows that I am a Serious Prayer Person (SPP). By this I mean I pray...A LOT. I believe in the POP. Yesterday before I began looking in earnest for a Beachhouse (BH) for my bday, my mom and I prayed that I would find a good place for my friends and I to enjoy, and something that was reasonably priced. My mom threw in, "and safe." Then I began looking on the web. Nothing was working out for my friends and I, at first. The dates were taken. The BH wasn't available for just the weekend. Now, if some other party rented the BH for a week, and that weekend was open, we could have it. I heard many, "Call me later this month," suggestions. My fear was that later they would be booked; people were starting to book their vacations, it's June. So calling later wasn't going to work for me. I searched farther down the coast, and farther up the coast to see if anything would suit our needs. Nothing did. Then there was the whole, "Email the owner," process which just took more time away. Then there was the deposit money. I only had around 300 dollars and most places wanted at least 375 to 500. Remarkably, I kept my faith in God. I knew He was helping me, I just hadn't figured out how He was helping, lol. But I kept thinking positive and knew that something was going to hint me in the direction God wanted me to go. OR, if I wasn't supposed to go to the beach with my friends, I was open to that as well. On one of my calls, I reached a cantankerous owner living in Fl, who had property here in Tx, but he didn't have any BH's I could rent, for the number of people going, or the amount I was willing to pay. Then he said, "Why don't you try staying in a hotel? That would probably be your best bet." Perhaps he was right, so I googled hotels. Hotels.com came up, but when I entered in the information, nothing happened, the site was down. It was then that I just googled businesses in the area I wanted. I thought maybe I could find hotels close to the beach that way. What I found instead was a Bed and Breakfast (a BandB). When I spoke to the owner, Carol, she was v. nice and listened to what I was looking for in a place to stay. She said, "Let me check my calendar for those dates...I know I have a family reunion the first part of the month. It will be a miracle if I have that date open. Yes! I do! Wow, that is a rare thing. I'm usually pretty booked by now. " When she used the words that I put in italics above, I decided to mention how my friends and I were Christians. She said she was Christian also, and invited me to her church. :) At first I didn't think a BandB was going to work for my group, but it turns out it does. AND: for Less money for the time of our stay than the other places; in addition, the deposit was also Less. Needless to say, I reserved the place. I hung up the phone and went into my mom's room and we said a prayer of thanks to God. So, dear reader, I encourage you to pray. Pray for people, and for situations, not just for things. When your prayers are answered, remember to pray a prayer of thanks. The prayer of thanksgiving is almost as important as your supplication. I know my example is about a thing, but that isn't the only thing I pray for, and it shouldn't be all you pray for either. :)

My apology to the Tall Gentleman

Hello World, How is everyone today? Many blessings to each and everyone, always. There has been one thing about this past Friday night's outing that I failed to mention...and it's been weighing on me ever since it happened. While sitting outside in the gorgeous evening, 'M' innocently commented on a Really Tall Gentlemen close to the door of the bar. "How tall do you think he is?" she asked all of us. I figured he was at least 6'7", but others didn't think he was taller than 6'5" or so. Being a bold, impulsive person (I am working on the impulsive part, lol) I offered to ask the guy how tall he was. There were a few in our group who didn't think this was a good idea, but I didn't hear their protests, and I was off to ask. I thought it would be a fun excursion; a close friend of mine from my childhood was tall and good-natured, I expected no less from this person. When I approached the tall gentleman, I said, "Listen, a group of us were guessing how tall you are..." Before I finished, he said, "9 inches." I tried asking him again, and he cut in and said, "7 inches. Is that what you were guessing?" He was surrounded by two other guys and I said, "Well that is rude." One of his friends said, "No, You're being rude. How much do you weigh?" With total surprise showing on my face, I walked away from them. I wasn't too hurt by the interaction and laughed it off to the others when I returned. Now I heard the, "I knew it wasn't a good idea to go and ask him. Some people have complexes about those kinds of things," comments. Oh well. I told you, I'm still learning to be less impulsive. But this guy's reaction reminded me of a Scrubs episode. Yes, a t.v. show. I like Scrubs, and even if it is a sitcom, sometimes it has v. poignant things to say. Let me give you an example. I found this transcription from a Scrubs episode entitled, "My Lips are Sealed." The episode is between Elliot and one of her patients, Mr. Gerst. Elliot: Mr. Gerst, what seems to be the problem? Gerst: I took some pills. Elliot: Come on, help me out here. Were they happy pills, sad pills, sleepy pills, wake up pills, sane pills, pain pills, brain pills, Spain pills... Gerst: Man pills? The commercial says I should consult a physician if the condition persists for more than four hours. Elliot: If what persists? [Mr. Gerst, who had a baseball cap on his lap stands up... And the baseball cap doesn't fall to the ground] Oh! Um... Let's just say you took uppers. Elliot leaves to get Kelso, the chief of medicine at the hospital. Elliot: [She's pulling Dr. Kelso by the arm.] You're coming in because you need to set an example of professionalism and you're certainly not going to do that by making fun of that man's slinky-doo. Kelso: Don't pull me, I'm your boss for God's-- Hello! [They're in Mr. Gerst's room.] Elliot: So, Mr. Gerst. Your situation doesn't seem to be reversing itself. I think we're going to need to schedule a procedure to relieve the... uh... Kelso: Woodiness. Gerst: My fiancee's only twenty-four and she said she wanted to do something special this morning. Turns out she just meant having breakfast with her family. [Elliot beings to whimper.] The pills didn't really kick in until just about the moment I'm introduced to her ninety year old grandma. Sure enough, that little lady gives me the waist hug from her wheelchair. [Elliot's finding it harder and harder to not laugh.] Elliot: Excuse me, I need that chart. [She turns around to compose herself.] Kelso: Sweetheart, it's not healthy to hold it in. Just let it out. You know you want to. Elliot: I'm fine. [They turn back around.] Gerst: I pulled away from that encounter with all of Grandma Helen's breathing apparatus. [Elliot can't contain herself and starts cracking up.] Kelso: My work here is done. Elliot: Oh my God, I can't stop! Sorry! I have to pee! [Elliot's at the Nurse's Station] Elliot: I'm such a horrible person. I mean, there I was, up on my high horse about Mr. Gerst and then I just turned out to be just as bad as everyone else. Kelso: Sweetheart, give yourself some credit. You're much worse than everyone else. Elliot: Maybe I was. But you know what? I'm going to try to better myself, and unlike you, I'm going to follow through, Mr. "Sign up on the Hospital Bulletin Board for Private German Lessons and then Never Show Up"! Yeah, that's right. That was my flyer! [In German] I waited at that coffee shop for hours. Kelso: I broke up with my German mistress. She smelled like sauerkraut. Elliot: I'm so sorry. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go into that room right now, and own up to what I did. [Mr. Gerst's Room] Gerst: [He hears the door close, but doesn't see anyone.] Hello? Did someone come in? [Elliot is hiding in the doorway, out of sight.] Gerst: [He's talking to a friend on the phone.] Dude, that did not happen. No, I'm in the hospital because I-- They think I have Avian Flu. [Elliot clears her throat and comes out of her hiding place.] I gotta call you back. How long have you been there? Elliot: Forty-seven... Forty-eight minutes. I'm not sure, I nodded off for a while. Mr. Gerst, I'm so sorry for laughing at you. But I have to tell you a story. When I was in the seventh grade, I was at a roller rink and I needed to go to the bathroom. So I just skated right on into a stall and I did my, uh, private business. And then when I went to pull up my pants, I started rolling towards the door, which as it turned out wasn't latched. Now, I don't know if you've had any experience roller skating with your underpants around your ankles--it's very difficult to stop. Unless of course, you know, you scream so loud that they turn off the music and everyone is looking at you. Anyway, that's how I wound up with the nickname "Roller Moler". Gerst: I'm sorry? Elliot: I have a mole on my ass. [She indicates the spot with her finger.] The cute kind! Not the hairy kind. Anyway, the next day at school I showed up with roller skates on and everybody cracked up. Gerst: Why are you telling me this? Elliot: Because I owned up to it. This is funny, Mr. Gerst. And if you don't just embrace it and become part of the joke then it will follow you around and devour you. Gerst: Can I get a look at that mole? Elliot: No. Ahem. No. Gerst: [On the phone.] Yeah! And then I pulled off Grandma's breathing apparatus. No, I'm serious! As my older bro so wonderfully pointed out, I did not in fact apologize to the Tall Gentleman. Having said this, I would like to apologize now: Tall Gentleman, please forgive me for asking you how tall you are. I hope you accept my apology. Thanks. Now that I've apologized, I'd like to point out: if Mr. Tall Gentleman had owned up to his 'tallness,' and made it a humorous situation, or something positive at least, then it wouldn't haunt him anymore, and that's my wish for him: that he be okay with his tallness and that it not be an issue for him anymore. SO, to all you Tall, Short, Fat, Skinny, and others who may have issues with a particular aspect of your body, my wish for you is that you consider your issue a blessing rather than a curse. Stop the haunting, lol. God bless!

Friendships are Relationships

Hello everyone! :)
How is the world today? I hope all is well and many blessings to everybody! I just recently met a new friend, a woman, and we have been talking on the phone Non-stop since we've met, which is great. I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know her better. I mentioned to my new friend, Bridget, how friendships are relationships, not romantic ones, of course, but relationships none the less. For instance I asked her, and you can laugh about this, if our friendship was moving too fast, and was she afraid things between us were moving too quickly? LOL After laughing at the comparision, and agreeing with the analogy, she confidently assured me things were moving along just fine, and I agreed.
Interesting though, right? Another good friend, a woman named Irene, said she once felt like she was getting 'friend dumped'. Irene's friend wasn't calling her v. often, Irene was doing all the calling, her friend wasn't making time to get together with Irene, and when they spoke on the phone, the conversations were brief. (sound familiar women? Ever had a bf behave this way to you?) Thankfully, they did work things out, and no, she didn't get friend dumped. :) Can men and women be friends? I don't think so, but my new friend, Bridget, thinks you can. I think she can. My perspective is that if a guy is friends with a woman, he likes her, or vice versa. Guys have told Bridget that men aren't friends with women. Men hang out with women they are interested in, and not for any other reason. I imagine that for men it boils down to 'pie.' 'Pie' gets in the way of friendships between men and women. I know when I am friends with my brother's friends, they don't want to hang out with me unless my brother is there. I suppose they believe I like them, or I might feel they like me, or they just sense it would be too complicated, or too confusing. Subsequently, I don't have any guy friends, which is sad, but that's just the way it's worked. And, yes, this sort of contradicts what I said about men/women being friends. I just wanted to let the reader know I have tried to be friends with men. The exception to the man/woman friendship is this: if the man is gay, then the man can be friends with the woman. No 'pie' question there! LOL This is a great friendship too! Talk about some great advice from the gay man on clothing, etc! It's fantastic. If you'd like to weigh in on this topic, feel free to leave comments. God bless!

Fun Night out on the town

Hello everyone! :) How's every body? I hope all is well and happy in your world. Here things are just peachy! Went to a great happy hour, mingled, met some interesting, fun and good looking people (okay, good-looking men). From Blue Mesa, the HH, a group of us went to Sherlock's. A live band, bigdaddy, was playing. They were okay. :) Discussion ranged from who is a better guitarist: Eric Clapton or Mark Knopfler (most liked EC, I chose MK), to if money wasn't an object what kind of car would you buy? Lamborghini, Bentley, Ferrari, and Rolls Royce... Of course something lead to a Seinfeld episode. I mentioned the one where George gives up sex and becomes smarter. He is able to finish a Rubik cube in minutes, if not faster, and how he knows answers on Jeopardy!; Elaine also gives up sex and becomes dumber. She sees two tires spinning on top of each other and is laughing bemusedly while clapping her hands. A Bon Jovi song came on the sound system, and there was a Bon Jovi fan in our group and I said, "Bon Jovi is a rock star wanna be." Well this sparked some lively debate. I still think he's a wanna be. 80's music was mentioned: Ratt, Talk-Talk, Eurthymics, Madonna, etc. The song, "People Get Ready," by Jeff Beck and Rod Stewart was mentioned. Wow! I hadn't thought about that song in YEARS. I looked it up and added it to my YouTube list of music, but I don't know if it holds up...U2, my all time favorite band, was mentioned and some songs by them I hadn't thought about in years, like Wire, came up, and then I started to think of all my favorite songs from the Unforgettable Fire I liked and hadn't added to my YouTube videos for U2. So I had to add them this morning. It is already a large list. Movies! Everyone likes them. Which one is your favorite? We talked about Nacho Libre. "A punch to the face, kick to the face...How did you find me? I saw you from the village." Giggles spread in concentric circles. I consider it a good night if people are laughing and smiling, and that certainly happened last night, but if I can make people laugh, and a hearty laugh, not some polite half-hearted chuckle, then it is a Fantastic Evening. Last night was an FE. Which SuperHero magic power do you wish you had? Last night flying by far was the most popular. Mine was being invisible...Just think of it! You could be at the White House, etc, and no one would know! lol I thank God for all the blessings I've received in my life, and for such a wonderful time tonight. God bless each and everyone.

Intro

Hello World Wide Web, How is everyone in the world today? :) Peace and love to all who read this, and even to those who don't! ;) In my world, the DFW area, on June 5th, 2008, things are a bit strange. There have been at least three deaths (things work in 3's), in my extended family. But you know, with death comes the Resurrection... I've decided to start blogging because of my friend Mike. Mike, here's to you buddy! Thanks for pushing this 'writer' to write on the www. Today has been rather long, and I don't want to make it longer by blogging anymore tonight. Good night world, God bless.