Yesterday we headed down to Lindsay and Shayne’s place in Centerville to go to church with them. Lindsay had the assignment to give a talk in church and I had the assignment to thank all things above, below, and sideways that it was not me. Lindsay has a speaking in public talent. Whitney has a DUMBing in Public talent. I have no issues singing in public but put me up in front of a bunch of people and tell me to sound intelligent and I suddenly turn into a stuttering Adam Sandler character. It’s pathetic. I lose all train of thought and I find myself thinking about donuts… wondering if there are donuts within a 20-mile radius and/or how long it would take me to get to the nearest joint. Durrrrr… Donuts…
Anyhow… moving on. Lindsay did an excellent job on her talk on personal revelation and I learned a few or 15 things… but I also learned that 2 hours of sleep the previous night plus a way-too-warm-crowded room equals Whitney plays the head bobbing game… most likely bobbing for donuts! That didn’t happen until after Lindsay’s talk, though! I SWEAR!!!!!!
We also attended a Sunday school class taught by one of Lindsay’s church friends and coincidentally someone who has read this here blog in the past (what up, Emilie!?) She gave a great lesson where she likened our free agency to a road. We have choices in this life… we get to choose which road we want to travel down and just because we may have chosen the wrong road at one time or another doesn’t mean that’s the road we have to go down for the rest of our lives. We can make the choice to turn our hindquarters around and walk the other way… and it doesn’t matter how many times we choose the wrong road, we can always come back… ALWAYS! Take that to heart friends… it applies to countless life decisions and it’s comforting to know that we are never doomed. A bit of heard work and persistence and voila… instant donut factory! 😛 Thank you, Emilie, for the reminder.
After church we headed to Lindsay and Shayne’s house to eat dinner (aka the vegetarian of the bunch eats almonds and a granola bar). They have 2 cats who are pretty much the most spoiled specimens on this here great Earth. Harley is on a “die”t and only gets to eat twice a day, seeing as he is nearly 20 pounds of fur and fat…. so he spends most of his day trying to get into the cat food that sits on top of the washing machine…
This is the liveliest he is… ever… when he’s trying to break into the treat bags! Most of the rest of the time, he does this:
Such is the life of a spoiled fat cat!!! Too bad he can’t buy me any donuts… I’m craving them now!! 😛
Question of the Day: Do you have issues with speaking in public?
PS… I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the passing of one of my all-time favorite voices and name twin, Whitney Houston. What a sad loss… My thoughts and prayers go to her family. In my humble opinion, in Whitney’s prime, there was no one who could match the power, the range, and the emotional resonance in voice. To this day I’ve been waiting for a Super Bowl National Anthem to live up to Whitney’s version in the 90s and it hasn’t happened yet. There have been some nice renditions… but no one has ever lived up to Whitney’s. I listen to that version on a regular basis, year round, and have yet not to get chills and goosebumps and/or an occasional stray tear running down my cheek. I hope you’re serenading the angels in heaven, Whitney… Rest in peace!