I know. I know. It’s been a week. Here’s what happened…
1. Tuesday-staff meeting and planning for Springlife series
2. Wednesday-Easter egg hunt meeting
3. Thursday-Day off with the kids while Karen was working. The day ended with a substandard meal at the TGIFriday’s on 202. No refills and bad food which lead to…
4. Friday and Saturday-me being sick(the streak has ended Seinfeld fans) and missing CLAM and a chance to hang with our teens, fellow youth pastors, and Scott Simmons.
5. Sunday-feeling better at church
6. Is it Monday already?
7. However, the weekend wasn’t a total waste. I picked up an amazing book called “Manhunt” on the 12 day search for John Wilkes Booth. I have been a Lincoln fan since discovering in 4th grade that someone related to me through marriage claimed to be related to John Wilkes Booth. I’ve been intrigued ever since. This book showed me just how much I didn’t know about the whole affair and how much I did know was wrong. It reads like a novel, but is historical in content. My head is still reeling and I’m planning on doing the tour of the sites in DC soon.
8. Picked up the soundtrack to “Once” which is great. We started watching the movie, but turned it off after the 5th f word in the first minute. It took me that long to walk to the TV. No joke. This is why my wife doesn’t like my movie choices. The movie is based in Ireland, but do Irish people really talk like that?
9. I had a strange dream about hell the other night. I dreamed that there was a specific demon responsible for some tragedy(I can’t remember the name even though I reminded myself in the dream to remember the name after I woke up). In hell, people we chained in rows. I could see, but it was to dark for them to see. They were in physical torment and this demon’s job was to belittle everyone. He was going from person to person saying,”You’re worthless…You’re so stupid.” I felt bad even as an observer of what was happening. Hell will be an eternity of being physically, mentally, and emotionally broken down with no relief in sight and the knowledge that there was a better choice to be made in life. Now, I have no clue how any of this tied into the rest of my dream, I just know I was doing some sort of investigation. I think our dreams are more vivid when we’re sick. At least mine are.
10. After watching TV all day Friday and Saturday while sick…there is nothing on. We just keep flippin and hopin. We are all a bunch of morons when it comes to this. Let’s read a book, play with our kids, talk to our spouses(maybe do more than talk), but we gotta stop the cycle of going through all these channels when nothing is on. What’s worse is when I watch 5 minutes of 10 shows in an hour.
Finally, I’m in Wal-Mart yesterday and I hear my cashier talking (to 2 co-workers but not to me) about Torrie and how Torrie is going to do what she wants to do and yada yada. I noticed her nametag…”Torrie”. Is our society at the point that not only can millionaire athletes talk about themselves in the 3rd person, but so can Wal-Mart cashiers? Needless to say, Heath is going to write what he wants to write.