We are gathered here today to remember the life of Surfer, the beta fish.
Surfer was born who knows where and when, and adopted into our family when, on my son’s 9th birthday, our family made a pilgrimage to PetSmart. Although Surfer was not his first choice, and came after the suggestions of a German Shepherd puppy, snake, hamster, guinea pig, minature horse, pet kangaroo, and elephant fell to a parental veto, he was quite delighted with his new fish. Continue reading
First, my opinion on the results of our recent election.
And now, my reaction to Wade Phillips remaining the coach of the Dallas Cowboys. Continue reading
Today could be the day that I could post a deep, introspective, well-written post.
But, our choir from church is singing the national anthem at the Spurs game tonight, and of course that means I will be on the Jumbotron and television and everything, so of course I need to look nice. But of course I could not get in for a haircut because I waited until this morning to call.
And of course my bangs are just a smidge too long and of course I decided the best way to deal with that would be to get the scissors and DEAL WITH IT MYSELF.
So, I announced intentions to do just that.
And of course my sensible husband tried to stop me with “maybe you could just run by Fantastic Sams?” Which of course is code for “My God, woman, when are you going to learn what happens when you get near your head with a pair of scissors?!?!”
But of course, I didn’t listen, and just explained I was going to be really careful and take just a little off.
And this happened.
So, you know, November is NaBloPoMo. Which sounds like something that might be vaguely dirty, but in fact isn’t. Sorry. It’s just a month of posting more to your blog.
And I was going to do this, post every day, get back in the blog routine. But oh, hello November 5 — you kind of snuck up on me! Just like those 4,000 pieces of Halloween candy. Were you guys working together or something? With Zombies?
Zombie Cheerleader is not pleased to discover her candy missing.
So, anyway, I’m going to do this now. NaBloPoMo a little behind schedule. NaBloPoMoSlo, let’s call it.
But today, instead of posting something, I’m going to cheat and send you somewhere else. Go read this post:
My Son is Gay… or not.
Read it. And then, decide something important. Decide you’re not going to jump to judgement. Decide you are going to be kind and loving to people who are different. No matter what your theology or what you think about “lifestyle choice vs. born that way,” decide you are going to show love.
Decide you are NOT going to be the one who makes someone feel worthless. Decide you are going to be the one who treats everyone you come into contact with like a precious child of God. Because they are.