Here are some random thoughts for your Thursday.
Things around my house are slowly getting around to normal. For those of you who know me personally, sorry I went off the deep end lately. I need to remember the number one rule of swimming: if you are drowning, stop flailing.
In my house, Jesus Christ is savior. He does however, have a new assistant: Effexor. Hopefully, my insurance will pay for it (right now, they are balking).
Lintilla is officially back to her job today. This is her first day doing actual patient care, after 3 months of being away from it. She promised me she’d take it easy.
Jesus’ other assistant is snow. My kids were so excited to be out of school yesterday, they got along the entire day.
Lost in my own drama is the incredible story of my friend Mark Mills. If you haven’t yet, go to Ginger’s site and read it. When it comes to prayer, God may not be an ATM, maybe we can’t name it and claim it, but sometimes, I think, He uses prayer (and answers them) to remind us of His awesome power, if we will only bend our knees to Him.
You may not like Michael Medved, but this post is very wise.
Note to Tennessee liberals: YOU are supposed to be the “intelligent” ones. Why do you allow your “lessors” to play you like a cheap violinevery presidential election cycle? Lots and lots of people who didn’t know Obama’s middle name do now, because of your very vocal outrage. It doesn’t matter if you are “right”, and that this is a dirty trick. You guys better get out in front of the “Obama is in league with or will be soft on Islamists” meme, or you will lose. I don’t care how outraged you are.
Update – Read this article for context.
My ambition overcame my phobia last week. I actually picked up the phone, dialed a number, and after a few days of phone tag, talked with a producer at NPR about an Ugly Betty story they are doing. (No, they aren’t featuring ME, although they should – my task is to find fans in the LA area for them to interview). It was during this conversation that I realised I have an “NPR” voice. I don’t use it very often, but it’s funny how I have many different “voices” I can pull out like tools from a toolbox.
Can’t the Preds play defense anymore?
I find it weird that our sexual attractions age with us. Yesterday, while watching some commercial for this or that wonder-drug, one of the smiling faces was a partially white haired, fifty-something woman. And it shocked me when the thought popped into my head: “She’s pretty hot!” Later, the news did a story on the MTSU poll, and it showed the students conducting the poll.
Now, in my world, “college girls” and “girls who are pleasing to look at” were synonymous. But yesterday, I looked at the young ladies and saw little girls. To be attracted to them would make me feel like a dirty old man. What the heck is happening to my brain?
That’s all I’ve got right now.