Okay, I've been feeling kind of uninspired to write on the blog lately, but I'm going to write today because this is a discipline and sometimes you just need to engage in it even when you don't feel like it.
This Sunday is the first Sunday of Advent. So I went to Grandpa Kevin's Discount Christmas Tree Lot today to buy garland for my Advent wreath at church. I really like what I do with the worship space at Advent. But I've been doing the same thing for probably 4 years now and so it is pretty easy to set. I hang 4 panels of fabric, 3 purple and 1 pink, around the circle we sit in and then I hand the advent wreath from the ceiling--four lanterns hold four candles and then are suspended from the garland that I attach to a ring. I think it is really nice. But I'm thinking maybe next year I should try something different. But that is next year. This year I'm ready. Although, seriously my sermon not even close to ready. I lost a day of work this week because I was flying home on Tuesday. I intended to take some sermon prep stuff with me but I didn't. So I'm a little behind. I'm sure something will come but it aint there yet.
I saw a movie this afternoon--you are probably saying I don't have much sympathy for you being behind in your sermon if you went and saw a movie this afternoon. But I have read all that I will read this week so now all that I have read is just floating around in my head, cooking if you will. So that can happen at a movie. Anyway, I saw Enchanted. It was okay. But the best part is that there is singing and dancing. I'd say though, it is probably a rental.
So I think that is it for today.
Until tomorrow.
Peace out!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Lazy--Not Lazy
I'm back in San Francisco. I'm very glad to be back. I thought I was never going to make it to the airport. My Dad was driving really slowly. But the real issue was that my parents were bickering the whole way there. It was an hour trip to airport! It was mostly my Dad. My mother would say something like "You are going to need to get over in the other lane." My Dad would answer in this overly frustrated tone "Honey, I know that!" Well chances are very good that he didn't know that and would have been in the wrong lane. That went on for most of the hour.
Speaking of my family here is something I realized during my visit. I always refer to myself as lazy. Well I've decided that is not completely the case. Sure I can be lazy. But I really am not. My family--they are lazy. Seriously for the first few days I was there every time I would get out the dishes for a meal my sister or my cousin or my mother would say "why are we using the real dishes." And then the person would say "well is he going to do the dishes." To which I would have to respond "yes I am going to do the dishes." I mean come on there were never a lot of us and even if there were really do we have to use paper plates and cups at every meal. As one of the Queer Eye for the Straight Eye guys said once, "If that is what they use for their everyday what do they use at picnics?" I know the answer is that they don't actually go on picnics but it makes you wonder right? So I am not lazy--it is all relative.
Also, all I did while I was in Florida was work. i've found that THe best way for me to survive a visit to my family an avoid going completely stir crazy is to keep myself busy. Otherwise I'd just sit around watching my family sitting around watching television. So I work around my Grandmother's house. This time hanging Christmas lights, putting up the Christmas tree, painting some outdoor chairs, hanging pictures, etc. So I was actually glad to come back to San Francisco so I could rest some.
Now I am in full swing Advent preparation. The first Sunday is this week. But for now I'm sitting on my couch about to watch Pushing Daisies. If you were here you could watch me watching this. So until tomorrow.
Peace out!
Speaking of my family here is something I realized during my visit. I always refer to myself as lazy. Well I've decided that is not completely the case. Sure I can be lazy. But I really am not. My family--they are lazy. Seriously for the first few days I was there every time I would get out the dishes for a meal my sister or my cousin or my mother would say "why are we using the real dishes." And then the person would say "well is he going to do the dishes." To which I would have to respond "yes I am going to do the dishes." I mean come on there were never a lot of us and even if there were really do we have to use paper plates and cups at every meal. As one of the Queer Eye for the Straight Eye guys said once, "If that is what they use for their everyday what do they use at picnics?" I know the answer is that they don't actually go on picnics but it makes you wonder right? So I am not lazy--it is all relative.
Also, all I did while I was in Florida was work. i've found that THe best way for me to survive a visit to my family an avoid going completely stir crazy is to keep myself busy. Otherwise I'd just sit around watching my family sitting around watching television. So I work around my Grandmother's house. This time hanging Christmas lights, putting up the Christmas tree, painting some outdoor chairs, hanging pictures, etc. So I was actually glad to come back to San Francisco so I could rest some.
Now I am in full swing Advent preparation. The first Sunday is this week. But for now I'm sitting on my couch about to watch Pushing Daisies. If you were here you could watch me watching this. So until tomorrow.
Peace out!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
On the Road & Studio Vox
I'm leaving the house in about an hour to head for the airport for my long trip back to San Francisco. I'll get in about 7 PM. That will put me back home just in time to watch my favorite Christmas Special, Merry Christmas Charlie Brown. I particularly love the dancing and the singing where it looks like their heads are on hinges. It's been a good visit. I'll have much to write about when I get home. Also, a couple of pieces of good news. First, I came up with an idea for my Christmas card picture and annual Christmas letter. Yay! I think it will be really good and particularly crass this year, oh yeah. Second piece of good news is my brother got the results from his cat scan yesterday and the tumors have remained stable again, not growing but not shrinking either. He'll continue on the current chemo regimen for another month or so. Also, he gained 6 pounds. Hopefully he can continue on that trend.
The other point of this post is to tell you about Studio Vox. You'll notice to the left of the posts below the blogs I'm reading there is now a sites I love list, well not so much list yet as one site but I'll add others. I won't add porn sites you'll have to ask me about those in person. But the first site I want to high-light is Studio Vox. This is my friend Justin's website. He is a great photographer. He took my headshot picture. It was the picture I posted in my first or second blog entry. He is selling prints of his photos and they are fantastic. Seriously, fantastic. They are very, very reasonably priced. Some might even say cheap. But the prints are high quality and the photographs are amazing. I love the crayon series. They would make excellent Christmas gifts. Hannukah also as long as you attach them to some of that crappy chocolate hannukah gelt. So that is it visit his site. I get no commission for anyone I send to the site. This isn't some Studio Vox pyramid scheme. Although....?
Alright, off to the friendly skies.
Peace out
The other point of this post is to tell you about Studio Vox. You'll notice to the left of the posts below the blogs I'm reading there is now a sites I love list, well not so much list yet as one site but I'll add others. I won't add porn sites you'll have to ask me about those in person. But the first site I want to high-light is Studio Vox. This is my friend Justin's website. He is a great photographer. He took my headshot picture. It was the picture I posted in my first or second blog entry. He is selling prints of his photos and they are fantastic. Seriously, fantastic. They are very, very reasonably priced. Some might even say cheap. But the prints are high quality and the photographs are amazing. I love the crayon series. They would make excellent Christmas gifts. Hannukah also as long as you attach them to some of that crappy chocolate hannukah gelt. So that is it visit his site. I get no commission for anyone I send to the site. This isn't some Studio Vox pyramid scheme. Although....?
Alright, off to the friendly skies.
Peace out
Saturday, November 24, 2007
The solemnity of the Star
Okay its been a couple of days since my last post. I finally saw my brother and we spoke on Thursday night. He had had a couple of visitors throughout the day and some phone calls so he was really tired. But in my opinion he looked better than he did when I was here in June. His color was fairly good and he seems to have put on a little, a little, weight. I'm still anxious about the results of his most recent cat scan on Monday, but was pleased with what I saw.
Now on to the past couple of days: First I didn't really talk about my Thanksgiving. It was nice, but what I wanted to tell you all is that we had canned cranberry sauce. You know the classic cranberry jelly in a can that makes that Thwack sound as it pops out of the can. And it has the shape of the can. Then everyone sliced off pieces. I could not bring myself to eat it and I really like cranberries.
Today and yesterday I have been, aided by my sister, putting up the Christmas tree in my grandmother's house and then hanging the lights outside. I've made numerous trips to Lowes over the past few days. But I'm pretty beat. For as long as I can remember my grandparents have always decorated the outside of their house with colored lights and a large wooden star. My grandfather would spend a lot of time decorating the house but mostly working on the star. The star is surrounded by lights. Well inevitably every year he would have to rewire or replace several bulbs on the star. Yes I said rewiring. He sometime would actually rework the wiring. So anyway of course today was no exception. My grandfather died in 1990. But we have continued to put up the lights at the house and the star. And today we had to work on the star. Only half of it was lit. So my sister then spent a good part of the day taking off the old lights and putting on new lights. The original star my grandfather made has been replaced but the idea is still alive. Now here is the best part of the story. It is a wooden star surrounded by white Christmas lights, hung on a nail on the house, with a bright orange extension cord hanging from it so that it can be plugged in. Well we were out looking at the lights tonight--my grandmother, my aunt Carol, my mother, my nephew, William, and I. Well my grandmother said that she would have to put something in the window that sits beneath where the star is hung. My Aunt Carol said yes but it shouldn't be something too ostentatious to take away from the solemnity of the star.
This reminds of the people here who at Christmas time put a giant cross in their front yard and wrap them in Christmas lights. Does anyone see a problem with a giant glowing cross in someone's front yard? Particularly in the south. A place that has a disturbing history of flaming crosses in people's yards. Which reminds me of the truck I passed tonight with a confederate flag tag on the front of it. Also, there is a house down the street from my grandmother's house that appears to have a confederate flag hanging in the living room. Hello! How is it that this is still okay? Do people realize what that flag stands for. People who couch it in Southern pride are just ignorant. I'm sorry but an emblem of a war that was fought to support slavery is just wrong. And it is not something I am proud about my southern heritage.
Alright, this went from Christmas lights to racism. That is quite a journey in so short a space.
So until tomorrow.
Peace out.
Now on to the past couple of days: First I didn't really talk about my Thanksgiving. It was nice, but what I wanted to tell you all is that we had canned cranberry sauce. You know the classic cranberry jelly in a can that makes that Thwack sound as it pops out of the can. And it has the shape of the can. Then everyone sliced off pieces. I could not bring myself to eat it and I really like cranberries.
Today and yesterday I have been, aided by my sister, putting up the Christmas tree in my grandmother's house and then hanging the lights outside. I've made numerous trips to Lowes over the past few days. But I'm pretty beat. For as long as I can remember my grandparents have always decorated the outside of their house with colored lights and a large wooden star. My grandfather would spend a lot of time decorating the house but mostly working on the star. The star is surrounded by lights. Well inevitably every year he would have to rewire or replace several bulbs on the star. Yes I said rewiring. He sometime would actually rework the wiring. So anyway of course today was no exception. My grandfather died in 1990. But we have continued to put up the lights at the house and the star. And today we had to work on the star. Only half of it was lit. So my sister then spent a good part of the day taking off the old lights and putting on new lights. The original star my grandfather made has been replaced but the idea is still alive. Now here is the best part of the story. It is a wooden star surrounded by white Christmas lights, hung on a nail on the house, with a bright orange extension cord hanging from it so that it can be plugged in. Well we were out looking at the lights tonight--my grandmother, my aunt Carol, my mother, my nephew, William, and I. Well my grandmother said that she would have to put something in the window that sits beneath where the star is hung. My Aunt Carol said yes but it shouldn't be something too ostentatious to take away from the solemnity of the star.
This reminds of the people here who at Christmas time put a giant cross in their front yard and wrap them in Christmas lights. Does anyone see a problem with a giant glowing cross in someone's front yard? Particularly in the south. A place that has a disturbing history of flaming crosses in people's yards. Which reminds me of the truck I passed tonight with a confederate flag tag on the front of it. Also, there is a house down the street from my grandmother's house that appears to have a confederate flag hanging in the living room. Hello! How is it that this is still okay? Do people realize what that flag stands for. People who couch it in Southern pride are just ignorant. I'm sorry but an emblem of a war that was fought to support slavery is just wrong. And it is not something I am proud about my southern heritage.
Alright, this went from Christmas lights to racism. That is quite a journey in so short a space.
So until tomorrow.
Peace out.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
This is what I'm most thankful for today:
boiled peanuts
corn bread dressing, not stuffing
mashed potatoes and gravy
my 2 year old nephew who likes to raise up his hand and say "up high" until I high five him
the woman at the movie theatre today who told me her husband didn't want to go to San Francisco because he was afraid he might run into [flick of wrist] (people like me) but she doesn't care about that she loves all people
a movie that is about living life instead of fearing death (Mr. Magorium's Wonder Imporium if you are curious)
a ride in the car to remember a neighborhood, a school, a church, a family that gave me the courage to leave them and find my own way
4 year old Noah who told me about eating 2 pieces of pumpkin pie and then asked if they can come over to my house some time
Voices of people that I love that remind me of how grateful I am for this life that I am leading
Yep, that's what I'm grateful for today.
Peace out!
boiled peanuts
corn bread dressing, not stuffing
mashed potatoes and gravy
my 2 year old nephew who likes to raise up his hand and say "up high" until I high five him
the woman at the movie theatre today who told me her husband didn't want to go to San Francisco because he was afraid he might run into [flick of wrist] (people like me) but she doesn't care about that she loves all people
a movie that is about living life instead of fearing death (Mr. Magorium's Wonder Imporium if you are curious)
a ride in the car to remember a neighborhood, a school, a church, a family that gave me the courage to leave them and find my own way
4 year old Noah who told me about eating 2 pieces of pumpkin pie and then asked if they can come over to my house some time
Voices of people that I love that remind me of how grateful I am for this life that I am leading
Yep, that's what I'm grateful for today.
Peace out!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Ice? Woman Come On!
Today we had all three kids again, my brother's sons and daughters. All three of them have colds. Yay! They actually were fine. But my Dad had to take them to the doctor and then take the oldest one right home to my brother's house after the appointment, leaving the other two with us. My niece and I baked pumpkin squares this afternoon. It really was great fun to do that with her, even though we put in double the amount of allspice the recipe called for because I lost track of what she had put in.
Then there was the freezer. I mentioned this in yesterday's blog. My grandmother's upright freezer stopped working Monday. I mention that it is the upright because she has two. My widow grandmother has two freezers. Two. And she believes she needs both of them. So yesterday we bought a new freezer. It was delivered today. So I spent a good part of the afternoon taking the frozen vegetables out of the refrigerator freezer and the deep freeze and placing it in the upright. And me realizing she has a lot of stored vegetables. And lots and lots of ice. And apparently it is not enough ice. I thought I had it all sorted out so that she only needed one freezer. She talks about wanting to sell the deep freeze. Well that was when she went to refrigerator freezer and saying "oh, this isn't going to work, I'm going to need more space." I asked her what she meant. Well she meant that she had to have room for the ice trays and a third bucket that she pours ice into when it is made in the ice maker. There was already one additional ice bucket in the freezer and she needed one more. Did I tell you she is a widow? And that she had several bags of ice in the deep freeze? Now she has a lot of family around, but seriously, she has a lot of ice. A lot of ice! And she is convinced that she has to have this much ice. So I couldn't argue with her. I just went along with the ice plan. Crazy, not crazy as say wanting to name our church "Jane Fonda Baptist Church" but crazy none-the-less.
Spoke to my brother on the telephone today, but didn't see him. Hopefully tomorrow. I don't think I'm avoiding seeing him, but maybe I am. In the end it's important that I'm here right now. If he and his family don't come over for Thanksgiving day lunch then I'll go see him. It won't be a long visit because he doesn't visit for very long, but I'll go see him.
So that is today. There was singing on Pushing Daisies tonight. Yay!
Alright, I'll write again tomorrow when I wake up from my turkey induced coma.
Peace out!
Then there was the freezer. I mentioned this in yesterday's blog. My grandmother's upright freezer stopped working Monday. I mention that it is the upright because she has two. My widow grandmother has two freezers. Two. And she believes she needs both of them. So yesterday we bought a new freezer. It was delivered today. So I spent a good part of the afternoon taking the frozen vegetables out of the refrigerator freezer and the deep freeze and placing it in the upright. And me realizing she has a lot of stored vegetables. And lots and lots of ice. And apparently it is not enough ice. I thought I had it all sorted out so that she only needed one freezer. She talks about wanting to sell the deep freeze. Well that was when she went to refrigerator freezer and saying "oh, this isn't going to work, I'm going to need more space." I asked her what she meant. Well she meant that she had to have room for the ice trays and a third bucket that she pours ice into when it is made in the ice maker. There was already one additional ice bucket in the freezer and she needed one more. Did I tell you she is a widow? And that she had several bags of ice in the deep freeze? Now she has a lot of family around, but seriously, she has a lot of ice. A lot of ice! And she is convinced that she has to have this much ice. So I couldn't argue with her. I just went along with the ice plan. Crazy, not crazy as say wanting to name our church "Jane Fonda Baptist Church" but crazy none-the-less.
Spoke to my brother on the telephone today, but didn't see him. Hopefully tomorrow. I don't think I'm avoiding seeing him, but maybe I am. In the end it's important that I'm here right now. If he and his family don't come over for Thanksgiving day lunch then I'll go see him. It won't be a long visit because he doesn't visit for very long, but I'll go see him.
So that is today. There was singing on Pushing Daisies tonight. Yay!
Alright, I'll write again tomorrow when I wake up from my turkey induced coma.
Peace out!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Arthur has one blue ball.
Well I have so much to share. So I'll just start at the beginning.
The concerts this past weekend went well. Friday nights concert was probably better than Sundays. But all in all they were good. I was also glad that they were over. They made for a very busy weekend. I never really connected with this group. So I don't know that I'll sing with them again. I'll definitely not be singing with them in the spring and summer since my sabbatical runs from late spring into early summer. We'll see how I'm feeling in the fall.
Saturday I baby sat for a couple of parisioners. One went to a wedding and the other was in nursing clinicals all day. So I stayed with their 4 year old and their 9 month old. The 4 year old is full on ADD. I technically was only alone with them for two hours. But I was so over them at the end of that two hours. Particularly I was over the 4 year old. And at one point he was just repeating the same phrase over and over and over. "You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can." Imagine that repeated about 500 times. (Only a mild exaggeration.) I came away thinking, I do not want to have kids ever. Ever!!! EVER!!!
Then Monday morning I boarded a plane at 6:45 for Florida. I'm here for a total of 8 days. This is the longest I've been in Florida with my family in probably 8 years. Maybe more. The plane ride was actually pretty good. I had a short layover in Cincinatti. Both of my flights left early and arrived early. I was upgraded on the second leg so I had a lot of room. I do though have one question: I went to the bathroom a few times on the plane and I need to know this, how do people have sex in those tiny little bathrooms? Really, I just don't get it. And I guess it is clear that I have never gotten it, if you know what I mean.
As I was arriving though I realized how anxious I am about this visit. I found out at the end of last week my brother had not received a chemo treatment last Monday as we expected because his white blood cell count was too low. Yesterday as I was flying he was having another cat scan. He'll get his results next Monday, the day before I leave. I've talked about having a new normal. Well for me that new normal feels like every bit of news we are going to get is going to be bad news. So I didn't want to get off the plane--if I didnt' get off the plane then perhaps time would stop and we wouldn't get any more bad news. Realistic? No. But that is what I was thinking, particularly that is what I was feeling. I'm just afraid all the time--I can't imagine how my brother feels. I was riding with my grandmother today and she was saying that she believes my brother is going to get well. She doesn't know when and she doesn't know what doctor will be the one with the cure but she believe it will happen. I wish I believed that. Instead, when I see my nieces and nephews I wonder if they'll remember their father. I didn't see my brother today, I'll see him tomorrow. But today I kept his youngest son and daughter, tomorrow hopefully my father can help and I can get over to spend a little bit of time with him. A little bit of time is really all anyone gets with my brother. That didn't come with the cancer that comes with his personality. I'll keep writing about what I'm feeling and experiencing.
Today, I changed flourescent light bulbs, bought a freezer, pushed the niece and nephew on the swings, played ball, ate barbecued chicken, played rummi-kub and talked on my nephew's toy phone way, way, way too many times. Oh I also read some books to my nephew. Today's title is a line from one of those books. I'm not making that up. That is what the children's book said. If feel like it was kind of this inside joke for all the adults who have to keep reading the same books over and over.
Until tomorrow, from Florida, peace out!
The concerts this past weekend went well. Friday nights concert was probably better than Sundays. But all in all they were good. I was also glad that they were over. They made for a very busy weekend. I never really connected with this group. So I don't know that I'll sing with them again. I'll definitely not be singing with them in the spring and summer since my sabbatical runs from late spring into early summer. We'll see how I'm feeling in the fall.
Saturday I baby sat for a couple of parisioners. One went to a wedding and the other was in nursing clinicals all day. So I stayed with their 4 year old and their 9 month old. The 4 year old is full on ADD. I technically was only alone with them for two hours. But I was so over them at the end of that two hours. Particularly I was over the 4 year old. And at one point he was just repeating the same phrase over and over and over. "You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can. You can." Imagine that repeated about 500 times. (Only a mild exaggeration.) I came away thinking, I do not want to have kids ever. Ever!!! EVER!!!
Then Monday morning I boarded a plane at 6:45 for Florida. I'm here for a total of 8 days. This is the longest I've been in Florida with my family in probably 8 years. Maybe more. The plane ride was actually pretty good. I had a short layover in Cincinatti. Both of my flights left early and arrived early. I was upgraded on the second leg so I had a lot of room. I do though have one question: I went to the bathroom a few times on the plane and I need to know this, how do people have sex in those tiny little bathrooms? Really, I just don't get it. And I guess it is clear that I have never gotten it, if you know what I mean.
As I was arriving though I realized how anxious I am about this visit. I found out at the end of last week my brother had not received a chemo treatment last Monday as we expected because his white blood cell count was too low. Yesterday as I was flying he was having another cat scan. He'll get his results next Monday, the day before I leave. I've talked about having a new normal. Well for me that new normal feels like every bit of news we are going to get is going to be bad news. So I didn't want to get off the plane--if I didnt' get off the plane then perhaps time would stop and we wouldn't get any more bad news. Realistic? No. But that is what I was thinking, particularly that is what I was feeling. I'm just afraid all the time--I can't imagine how my brother feels. I was riding with my grandmother today and she was saying that she believes my brother is going to get well. She doesn't know when and she doesn't know what doctor will be the one with the cure but she believe it will happen. I wish I believed that. Instead, when I see my nieces and nephews I wonder if they'll remember their father. I didn't see my brother today, I'll see him tomorrow. But today I kept his youngest son and daughter, tomorrow hopefully my father can help and I can get over to spend a little bit of time with him. A little bit of time is really all anyone gets with my brother. That didn't come with the cancer that comes with his personality. I'll keep writing about what I'm feeling and experiencing.
Today, I changed flourescent light bulbs, bought a freezer, pushed the niece and nephew on the swings, played ball, ate barbecued chicken, played rummi-kub and talked on my nephew's toy phone way, way, way too many times. Oh I also read some books to my nephew. Today's title is a line from one of those books. I'm not making that up. That is what the children's book said. If feel like it was kind of this inside joke for all the adults who have to keep reading the same books over and over.
Until tomorrow, from Florida, peace out!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I'll be taking my frozen convenience store burrito on the front porch please
It has been a busy couple of days.
First I saw a microwave on a front porch. You heard it right, a microwave on a front porch. I was walking down the street the other day and saw two painters on the front porch of house they were working on. It was lunch time and they had plugged in a microwave and were heating their lunch right there on the front porch. Now I just found that to be funny. I've seen a sofa on a front porch but never a microwave.
Second, it took two days to get my car back from the shop. But I did tell the service representative about the shuttle driver who was text messaging while he was driving. Now it doesn't let me off the hook for not saying something to him when it was happening. But I at least didn't let it go completely.
Then I have had something going on every night this week. Monday: the gays, Tuesday: a gathering with a local group of folks that I meet with once a month to talk about worship issues and largely to eat and enjoy ones company. I was also supposed to have a dress rehearsal with the chorus I'm singing with, but missed it. Basically I hadn't been paying attention to the calendar. Wednesday: 2nd Dress Rehearsal. We have two concerts this weekend in two different venues. So this was the dress rehearsal for the 2nd venue. The baritone soloist is HOT! Although, his upper body is a little too well defined. You know it is clear that he spends a little too much time at the gym. But he is nice to look at. Tonight, Thursday: dinner at my friend Rice's house. Tomorrow night: Our first concert in Berkeley. Saturday: baby sitting for some friends. Sunday: church and then the second concert. Monday morning I fly out to Florida for the Thanksgiving holiday. I'll be there for 8 days. 8 DAYS!!!!! Oh my God!!!
But I should be able to blog. I was able to steal internet access the last time I was there from a neighbor's wireless. It is only fair because I'm sure people steal access off my wireless network. My wireless network that I didn't really know you could create your own name for so it is 2Wire116. The other fairly common network name is linksys. If you ever see that you will know that the person didnt' really know what they were doing when they hooked up their network.
Alright, well I'm off to get ready for dinner. I'm hoping to blog this weekend and let you know about the concerts.
Until then.
Peace out!
First I saw a microwave on a front porch. You heard it right, a microwave on a front porch. I was walking down the street the other day and saw two painters on the front porch of house they were working on. It was lunch time and they had plugged in a microwave and were heating their lunch right there on the front porch. Now I just found that to be funny. I've seen a sofa on a front porch but never a microwave.
Second, it took two days to get my car back from the shop. But I did tell the service representative about the shuttle driver who was text messaging while he was driving. Now it doesn't let me off the hook for not saying something to him when it was happening. But I at least didn't let it go completely.
Then I have had something going on every night this week. Monday: the gays, Tuesday: a gathering with a local group of folks that I meet with once a month to talk about worship issues and largely to eat and enjoy ones company. I was also supposed to have a dress rehearsal with the chorus I'm singing with, but missed it. Basically I hadn't been paying attention to the calendar. Wednesday: 2nd Dress Rehearsal. We have two concerts this weekend in two different venues. So this was the dress rehearsal for the 2nd venue. The baritone soloist is HOT! Although, his upper body is a little too well defined. You know it is clear that he spends a little too much time at the gym. But he is nice to look at. Tonight, Thursday: dinner at my friend Rice's house. Tomorrow night: Our first concert in Berkeley. Saturday: baby sitting for some friends. Sunday: church and then the second concert. Monday morning I fly out to Florida for the Thanksgiving holiday. I'll be there for 8 days. 8 DAYS!!!!! Oh my God!!!
But I should be able to blog. I was able to steal internet access the last time I was there from a neighbor's wireless. It is only fair because I'm sure people steal access off my wireless network. My wireless network that I didn't really know you could create your own name for so it is 2Wire116. The other fairly common network name is linksys. If you ever see that you will know that the person didnt' really know what they were doing when they hooked up their network.
Alright, well I'm off to get ready for dinner. I'm hoping to blog this weekend and let you know about the concerts.
Until then.
Peace out!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Crash Text Messaging Dummy
I had to take my car to the shop today. They are replacing the cover on the transmission. That sounds like I know what I'm talking about but I really don't. But that doesn't matter because it is covered under the warranty. So it's not costing me anything. However, that is really not the point of this story. Instead it is to tell you about the guy who took me from the dealership to the BART station so I could get back home. He works for the dealership and it is his job to shuttle people like me who need a ride after they've dropped off their car. Well first of all the radio station playing was a Spanish station. Which was fine it was a short ride and I didn't care what was on the radio. However, this was the first time I had really heard a Spanish commercial. It was for McDonalds. And this is what I heard: Spanish words, Spanish words, Spanish words, mcmuffin. It doesn't sound as funny written as it did when i was actually listening to it. But I love it when foreign languages get to some American word that doesn't have a translation.
But then here is the thing. The driver was text messaging the whole way to the BART station. Driving down the road text messaging. Text Messaging!!!! I'm sorry but it is one thing to be on a cell phone, but text messaging. Oh no! I'm sorry that is just wrong. Now why didn't I say to this man who was endangering not only his life but mine that he should watch the road and not his cell phone? Why was I willing to allow someone to risk my life?
All I do know is that I'm walking from BART to the shop when I go to pick up my car.
Alright until tomorrow, glad to be alive.
Peace out!
But then here is the thing. The driver was text messaging the whole way to the BART station. Driving down the road text messaging. Text Messaging!!!! I'm sorry but it is one thing to be on a cell phone, but text messaging. Oh no! I'm sorry that is just wrong. Now why didn't I say to this man who was endangering not only his life but mine that he should watch the road and not his cell phone? Why was I willing to allow someone to risk my life?
All I do know is that I'm walking from BART to the shop when I go to pick up my car.
Alright until tomorrow, glad to be alive.
Peace out!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Barbarosa Baptist Church?
Today in worship we had 5 people. At 11:00 we had 4 people, this is including me. The 5th person showed up at 11:15. So I did not preach the sermon I had prepared. I preached once this summer to 3 people and I wasn't going to do it again. I told the pianist that he could leave because with the four people who were there I would have been the only one singing. Not an exageration, the only one singing. So we just had a conversation about a few things that it was helpful to talk about. But it was just crazy. Last week we had 18 people, any more people we would have probably had to add chairs. This week 5. I'm saving this weeks sermon for next week. I'm using the same order of worship and everything. I'm considering just crossing out the 1 in November 11 and changing it to an 8. Now I'm probably not going to really do that, but it seems like a waste of paper to print new bulletins with a different date.
We started talking about the fact that before we start advertising on the radio we need to change our name--we've talked about this a little before. But one of the members, the one I refer to as "guy who does drugs," said that he has a whole list of new names for the church. He apparently lies in bed at night thinking about this stuff. One of the names he threw out was this one. Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Jane Fonda Baptist Church.
WTF!! I don't think he believes this is a serious possibility, but he at least wrote it down. Sometimes the level of crazy really amazes me.
Alright, until tomorrow. I'm hoping tomorrow holds a little less disappointment and a little less crazy. But I'll take a little less of just one of those.
Peace out!
We started talking about the fact that before we start advertising on the radio we need to change our name--we've talked about this a little before. But one of the members, the one I refer to as "guy who does drugs," said that he has a whole list of new names for the church. He apparently lies in bed at night thinking about this stuff. One of the names he threw out was this one. Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Jane Fonda Baptist Church.
WTF!! I don't think he believes this is a serious possibility, but he at least wrote it down. Sometimes the level of crazy really amazes me.
Alright, until tomorrow. I'm hoping tomorrow holds a little less disappointment and a little less crazy. But I'll take a little less of just one of those.
Peace out!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Far and Away all over again. UPDATED
It is 6:21 and I still don't have a sermon. This is not unusual and I know I've said this before but I just don't have much. I have a general sense of where I would like to go, but no real sense of how to get there. I know I will, but I hate it when i get to Saturday night and have this feeling.
I even did some work today, reading, etc. and still nothing. Normally, I just don't do anything until I sit down to write the sermon because I don't want to give up a day off. But today that was not the case. Although, I did also do a lot of nothing. I mean nothing. It was rainy today. So I basically stayed in all day except when I went to get the mail out of the mailbox. I didnt' even take a shower. So don't come to my house right now, because I'm guessing that I stink.
I saw Lion for Lambs last night. And that is it. I'll never be tricked into seeing another Tom Cruise movie again. I don't care if every great actor and actress in the world is in it. I'll not be fooled by him again. Because a movie with him in it is going to be tainted. Lion for Lambs was no exception. Now all of the blame for the bad movie shouldn't really go to him. But I'm just putting all the blame on him. I'm calling it the Tom Cruise Stink.
Alright, I'm just procrastinating. I need to try and write something that Jesus would be proud of. And by Jesus I mean Jesus Portillo a cab driver who went on the mission trip I lead to New Orleans. Because I'm not sure any other Jesus would be all tha tproud of what I'm goign to end up saying tomorrow.
Peace out!
8:52: Finished my sermon. Not bad, definately Jesus Portillo worthy.
I even did some work today, reading, etc. and still nothing. Normally, I just don't do anything until I sit down to write the sermon because I don't want to give up a day off. But today that was not the case. Although, I did also do a lot of nothing. I mean nothing. It was rainy today. So I basically stayed in all day except when I went to get the mail out of the mailbox. I didnt' even take a shower. So don't come to my house right now, because I'm guessing that I stink.
I saw Lion for Lambs last night. And that is it. I'll never be tricked into seeing another Tom Cruise movie again. I don't care if every great actor and actress in the world is in it. I'll not be fooled by him again. Because a movie with him in it is going to be tainted. Lion for Lambs was no exception. Now all of the blame for the bad movie shouldn't really go to him. But I'm just putting all the blame on him. I'm calling it the Tom Cruise Stink.
Alright, I'm just procrastinating. I need to try and write something that Jesus would be proud of. And by Jesus I mean Jesus Portillo a cab driver who went on the mission trip I lead to New Orleans. Because I'm not sure any other Jesus would be all tha tproud of what I'm goign to end up saying tomorrow.
Peace out!
8:52: Finished my sermon. Not bad, definately Jesus Portillo worthy.
Friday, November 9, 2007
And they call it Puppy Love!
I don't really have much to say today. I went and picked up the most expensive shirt I have ever bought today. I can't even tell you how much I spent on this shirt. i wanted to buy a fitted dress shirt, specifically a tuxedo shirt for the concer next week. I have a huge neck and a medium size body. So a shirt off the rack doesn't normally fit all that well. So I've decided to stop buying shirts off the rack. I'll buy them one at a time and have them tailored. Well, I probably won't spend as much as I did on this one. But I picked that up.
Then I'm going to see some friends tonight and then see a movie later. I'm going to see Lions for Lams. I feel pretty manipulated. Becuase I had vowed to never see a Tom Cruise film again. Then he goes and makes a film with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford. Well I have to see it with those two. Bastard!
Finally, on Oprah today--the Osmonds! All of them. I loved the Donny and Marie show. I'm a little bit country and rock and roll. I'm a combination of the two. Except without the weird constant perkiness and lack of alcohol and all the kids. They are singing right now: He ain't heavy, he's my brother. A bit of a prolem now because some of them are heavy if you know what i'm saying. Jimmy, the youngest one, is like me--he has a big neck. His tie is tied but it is clear that the collar on his shirt won't button. You are coming on Oprah get a new shirt. Also, apparently Marie is not only on Dancing with the Stars but she also makes dolls for QVC. She brought with her a doll that looked a little like Oprah. Those fancy dolls freak me out. And the one of Oprah was no exception.
Alright, that is enough. I'm going to go try on my crazy expensive shirt.
Then I'm going to see some friends tonight and then see a movie later. I'm going to see Lions for Lams. I feel pretty manipulated. Becuase I had vowed to never see a Tom Cruise film again. Then he goes and makes a film with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford. Well I have to see it with those two. Bastard!
Finally, on Oprah today--the Osmonds! All of them. I loved the Donny and Marie show. I'm a little bit country and rock and roll. I'm a combination of the two. Except without the weird constant perkiness and lack of alcohol and all the kids. They are singing right now: He ain't heavy, he's my brother. A bit of a prolem now because some of them are heavy if you know what i'm saying. Jimmy, the youngest one, is like me--he has a big neck. His tie is tied but it is clear that the collar on his shirt won't button. You are coming on Oprah get a new shirt. Also, apparently Marie is not only on Dancing with the Stars but she also makes dolls for QVC. She brought with her a doll that looked a little like Oprah. Those fancy dolls freak me out. And the one of Oprah was no exception.
Alright, that is enough. I'm going to go try on my crazy expensive shirt.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Step right up, folks!
On my way to pilates today I saw a dog with a diaper on. I don't live with dogs or pets of any kind so I don't know why a dog would need a diaper. But it looked very odd.
I visited with a woman from my congregation today who is 103 years old. That's right 103. She didn't really know that it was her birthday, nor did she know who I was. But I was still amazed that she has lived for so long. She continues to live at home, albeit with her son living upstairs. She also has a full time caregiver during the day.
I don't know that I want to live to be 103. But I'm guessing that if I did Willard Scott would still be on the Today Show announcing 100th birthdays. I mean that guy has to be over 100 himself by now. I haven't watched the Today Show in years because I get my news from NPR in the morning, but I'm pretty sure Willard is still on the show.
I think that is it, a 103 year old woman and a dog in a diaper. Doesn't that sound like one of those carival side shows that would show up in dollar store parking lots? You know like the worlds fattest man or the bearded woman.
Alright, until tomorrow.
Peace out!
I visited with a woman from my congregation today who is 103 years old. That's right 103. She didn't really know that it was her birthday, nor did she know who I was. But I was still amazed that she has lived for so long. She continues to live at home, albeit with her son living upstairs. She also has a full time caregiver during the day.
I don't know that I want to live to be 103. But I'm guessing that if I did Willard Scott would still be on the Today Show announcing 100th birthdays. I mean that guy has to be over 100 himself by now. I haven't watched the Today Show in years because I get my news from NPR in the morning, but I'm pretty sure Willard is still on the show.
I think that is it, a 103 year old woman and a dog in a diaper. Doesn't that sound like one of those carival side shows that would show up in dollar store parking lots? You know like the worlds fattest man or the bearded woman.
Alright, until tomorrow.
Peace out!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
What happened to your organ?
I just got home from Chorus practice. Our concert is next weekend, not two days from now but nine days from now. I think we sound fine. I left early because it had been a long day. (Seriously, I actually had a long day of work stuff.) The pastor I work with who invited me to join the chorus left a message on my answering machine this afternoon telling me she realized she was not going to be able to be at the dress rehearsals next week and asked me if I would tell the director she didn't think she was going to be able to sing in the chorus. No I'm not going to tell the director that. And I didn't. Crazy?!? I am going to be late for the Tuesday dress rehearsal next week. We are having two because our concerts are in two different venues. And I only actually read the calendar tonight and realized we have two dress rehearsals and not one. It's not new information I just didn't read clearly the information. A few weeks ago I realized one of our concerts was in Berkeley not San Francisco and a few weeks ago realized that our two concerts were on Friday and Sunday not Friday and Saturday. Again I had all this information I just wasn't paying attention. Can you tell I'm not all that committed to this group. Although, I do find the president of the chorus to be pretty cute. And I'm flirting with him and by that I mean I'm not talking to him, rarely making contact, and when he is making announcements to the group I'm thinking how cute he is. How is it that he and I aren't married yet and adopting our first Himalayan whistle child? I really can't figure it out.
But now here is the real point of all of this. Tonight I remembered a story that will be hard to recreate in writing but I'll try. Last week at rehearsal Larry, the director, told about one of the concert venues, specifically one of the venue's organ. Apparently, it was a big fancy organ--I don't really know. And apparently it was new. Well the varnish on the organ crystalized. When he said this, many in the chorus gasped in horror. Gasped! Literally, oxygen was sucked out of the room. I still don't even know what any of this means except that the organ has to be taken apart and we are going to have to use their old organ. At the church I was a member of in Atlanta there was a big ol' handcarved organ, but I still don't know what crystalized varnish would do to such a thing. I also have to say regardless it doesn't really deserve a gasp like you've just witnessed a travesty of justice like when Dolly Parton didn't win the academy award but instead lost it to the it's hard out here for a pimp song, or when you've just heard that someone has never seen Steel Magnolias or Nine to Five. Come on priorities people.
This reminds me of a story from college. We were sitting at a table in the dining hall and I overheard a story coming from a group of music majors. They were talking about someone's wedding that was something like nine or ten months away. This one woman was saying this, "Can you believe it the wedding is nine months away and they don't even have an organist yet?" No I cannot believe that. Nor could I believe that Sanjaya lasted so long on American Idol, but some things are just incomprehensible.
Alright I've said enough. Until tomorrow.
Peace out!
But now here is the real point of all of this. Tonight I remembered a story that will be hard to recreate in writing but I'll try. Last week at rehearsal Larry, the director, told about one of the concert venues, specifically one of the venue's organ. Apparently, it was a big fancy organ--I don't really know. And apparently it was new. Well the varnish on the organ crystalized. When he said this, many in the chorus gasped in horror. Gasped! Literally, oxygen was sucked out of the room. I still don't even know what any of this means except that the organ has to be taken apart and we are going to have to use their old organ. At the church I was a member of in Atlanta there was a big ol' handcarved organ, but I still don't know what crystalized varnish would do to such a thing. I also have to say regardless it doesn't really deserve a gasp like you've just witnessed a travesty of justice like when Dolly Parton didn't win the academy award but instead lost it to the it's hard out here for a pimp song, or when you've just heard that someone has never seen Steel Magnolias or Nine to Five. Come on priorities people.
This reminds me of a story from college. We were sitting at a table in the dining hall and I overheard a story coming from a group of music majors. They were talking about someone's wedding that was something like nine or ten months away. This one woman was saying this, "Can you believe it the wedding is nine months away and they don't even have an organist yet?" No I cannot believe that. Nor could I believe that Sanjaya lasted so long on American Idol, but some things are just incomprehensible.
Alright I've said enough. Until tomorrow.
Peace out!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Chorus Suckus
Sorry I've been such a slacker with blogging lately. I'm going to try and do better. And just wait I'm going to Florida in a couple of weeks to spend 8 days with my family. I'll have plenty to blog about and plenty of time to blog.
This weekend I was busy. The Executive Director of the Association of Welcoming and Affirming Baptists was in town. There was a regional AWAB event on Saturday night and then he preached here on Sunday morning. He stayed at my house. He originally e-mailed me his itinerary and it said Monday. But then he kept saying that he was leaving on Sunday. But then when he arrived he realized that he wasn't leaving until Monday. So he was here all weekend. Then I had the gays over Monday night for dinner. So I have been dragging today.
At the event on Saturday night the East Bay Gay Men's Chorus performed. They sang two songs. They were in their tuxedos. if I'm getting in a tuxedo I'm singing more than two songs. But honestly I'm glad they didn't. Because they were not good. They are clearly the B group compared to the San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus. Let's start with their attire. Many of them were completely disheveled--crooked bow ties, cumberbunds up too high so their belts were showing. Then they just weren't all that great. And then they sang We are Family from Dreamgirls. You know the last post I made with Bea Arthur and Nell Carter. Well all I could think about while they were singing was Bea Arthur. It was hard not to laugh. But it was near impossible not to laugh at the man in the center of the front row. He was counting the beat with his body, rocking forward and backward. At first I thought he had some developmental dissability. But then I realized that was not the case. I was biting my lip so that I wouldn't laugh out loud. Hilarious!!!
Today is election day. Our mayor, Gavin Newsom, has called me three times over the past couple of weeks. Do you think that means we are dating now? I think it does. He's pretty much gauranteed to be reelected. He is running essentially unopposed. HIs opponents include a nudist activist who's only platform has been to make Golden Gate Park clothing optional, a homeless cab driver and someone named Chicken John. Chicken John and the homeless cab driver may be the same person. I'm not that familiar with all of them. But I voted.
So that is it for today. Until tomorrow.
Peace out!
This weekend I was busy. The Executive Director of the Association of Welcoming and Affirming Baptists was in town. There was a regional AWAB event on Saturday night and then he preached here on Sunday morning. He stayed at my house. He originally e-mailed me his itinerary and it said Monday. But then he kept saying that he was leaving on Sunday. But then when he arrived he realized that he wasn't leaving until Monday. So he was here all weekend. Then I had the gays over Monday night for dinner. So I have been dragging today.
At the event on Saturday night the East Bay Gay Men's Chorus performed. They sang two songs. They were in their tuxedos. if I'm getting in a tuxedo I'm singing more than two songs. But honestly I'm glad they didn't. Because they were not good. They are clearly the B group compared to the San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus. Let's start with their attire. Many of them were completely disheveled--crooked bow ties, cumberbunds up too high so their belts were showing. Then they just weren't all that great. And then they sang We are Family from Dreamgirls. You know the last post I made with Bea Arthur and Nell Carter. Well all I could think about while they were singing was Bea Arthur. It was hard not to laugh. But it was near impossible not to laugh at the man in the center of the front row. He was counting the beat with his body, rocking forward and backward. At first I thought he had some developmental dissability. But then I realized that was not the case. I was biting my lip so that I wouldn't laugh out loud. Hilarious!!!
Today is election day. Our mayor, Gavin Newsom, has called me three times over the past couple of weeks. Do you think that means we are dating now? I think it does. He's pretty much gauranteed to be reelected. He is running essentially unopposed. HIs opponents include a nudist activist who's only platform has been to make Golden Gate Park clothing optional, a homeless cab driver and someone named Chicken John. Chicken John and the homeless cab driver may be the same person. I'm not that familiar with all of them. But I voted.
So that is it for today. Until tomorrow.
Peace out!
Friday, November 2, 2007
We are a family
Okay, y'all have to see this. The song is from Dreamgirls. I hope you recognize the rest. It is from the 60th anniversary of NBC in the 80s. Oh it is good.
And there is another post for today with a request. Please see below
And there is another post for today with a request. Please see below
Rock and Roll
Well I don't have anything really to write about today. Except this. I am planning to do this ritual on Sunday--it's All Saint's Sunday. The ritual involves rocks, river rocks to be exact. So I already have a lot of little river rocks, and I have about 15 or so larger river rocks, about the size of two fists. I want a lot more of the latter. But I went to the homo depot this afternoon and was not able to find them. I don't really know where I would find rocks this size. You know what I'm talking about, they are smooth from the river rushing across them. They also typically vary in color, grays and browns. So if you have any suggestions on places that might sell such items, let me know. I'll be going out tomorrow so I could buy them then.
I'm not preaching this weekend--we have a guest preacher. Yay! Although, he is staying at my house so I'll still be tired by Sunday night.
Peace out!
I'm not preaching this weekend--we have a guest preacher. Yay! Although, he is staying at my house so I'll still be tired by Sunday night.
Peace out!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Trunk or treat?
Today is a very big blogging day. I have a lot to share.
First, the final jeopardy category tonight was Musical Theater. And I knew the answer. How great is that?
Second, I picked up my farm box today. I got mandarin oranges. Yay, mandarin oranges. I did not get pomegranets (I know Mary Sue that is misspelled.) nor did I get kale. Both of those came in the medium and large boxes. I feel a little cheated when I get a small box and there are cool things in the bigger boxes, but I couldn't eat all the vegetables in a larger box. So I'm just going to have to live with it. But I had heard about the pomegranits (I know still misspelled.) and I was getting excited about the pomtinis. Oh well, I'll just have to drink the vodka.
Saturday night/Sunday morning is the greatest day of the year. It is the day we set the clocks back. I'll keep mentioning until and after that day, because it is my favorite day of the year. I love, love, love, the extra hour of sleep. My friend Barbara who was not a church goer used to save her hour until Sunday afternoon and then she would take a nap and feel like it was a free nap. Now as you all know I do not need an excuse to take a nap. But still I love the extra hour.
Finally, yesterday was Halloween. Last night I went to choir practice and someone asked me if I wore a costume yesterday to work. Well I work mostly from home which I told him. But here is the question: would you ever wear a costume to work at home? I sometimes barely even put on pants much less a vampire costume. But would you?
Also, I was talking to my mother today and she was talking about the nieces and nephews trick or treating last night. She told me that they didn't get a lot of kids last night because so many churches did trunk or treating. Trunk or treating? I asked what is that. Well apparently so kids don't have to go door to door churches sponsor these alternate events where peopel come to the church parking lot, decorate their trunks and hand out candy to kids. They decorate their trunks!!!! What the #@&!*? That is crazy, right? I just laughed. Who came up with trunk or treating? Crazy. If any of you have seen this, please tell me about it. Also, seriously if you have pictures of a decorated trunk that would be fantastic.
Alright, until tomorrow, I'll be looking for candy in the trunk of people's car.
Peace out!
First, the final jeopardy category tonight was Musical Theater. And I knew the answer. How great is that?
Second, I picked up my farm box today. I got mandarin oranges. Yay, mandarin oranges. I did not get pomegranets (I know Mary Sue that is misspelled.) nor did I get kale. Both of those came in the medium and large boxes. I feel a little cheated when I get a small box and there are cool things in the bigger boxes, but I couldn't eat all the vegetables in a larger box. So I'm just going to have to live with it. But I had heard about the pomegranits (I know still misspelled.) and I was getting excited about the pomtinis. Oh well, I'll just have to drink the vodka.
Saturday night/Sunday morning is the greatest day of the year. It is the day we set the clocks back. I'll keep mentioning until and after that day, because it is my favorite day of the year. I love, love, love, the extra hour of sleep. My friend Barbara who was not a church goer used to save her hour until Sunday afternoon and then she would take a nap and feel like it was a free nap. Now as you all know I do not need an excuse to take a nap. But still I love the extra hour.
Finally, yesterday was Halloween. Last night I went to choir practice and someone asked me if I wore a costume yesterday to work. Well I work mostly from home which I told him. But here is the question: would you ever wear a costume to work at home? I sometimes barely even put on pants much less a vampire costume. But would you?
Also, I was talking to my mother today and she was talking about the nieces and nephews trick or treating last night. She told me that they didn't get a lot of kids last night because so many churches did trunk or treating. Trunk or treating? I asked what is that. Well apparently so kids don't have to go door to door churches sponsor these alternate events where peopel come to the church parking lot, decorate their trunks and hand out candy to kids. They decorate their trunks!!!! What the #@&!*? That is crazy, right? I just laughed. Who came up with trunk or treating? Crazy. If any of you have seen this, please tell me about it. Also, seriously if you have pictures of a decorated trunk that would be fantastic.
Alright, until tomorrow, I'll be looking for candy in the trunk of people's car.
Peace out!
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