Absurd reality...
After watching a program about the Empire State Building the other day, a thought occurred to me:
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
A place for those old enough to know better.
After watching a program about the Empire State Building the other day, a thought occurred to me:
I love concerts. No... I mean I REALLY LOVE concerts! I always have. I recall when I was about ten years old, my parents took me to my first concert. The circumstances of it were quite interesting... let me elaborate. It was the final show of the Joy To The World tour of Three Dog Night. You know where they played their last show?! Idaho Falls High School auditorium in Idaho Falls, ID. Still, to this day, amazes me. I recall being completely taken by all of the lights, the volume, the sheer spectacle of it all. My father bought me a shirt from the show... I still have it. It has a singing frog on the front and says, "Joy To The World Tour". Afterwards, my dad found out that the band was going to be signing autographs out back and anyone could come and get one. Of course I jumped at the opportunity and got my shirt signed by Cory Wells and Gary Moon. I was mesmerized and have made every attempt to attend concerts of bands I enjoy ever since.
So last September, my wife and I decided to go on Weight Watchers together. She wanted to lose the left-over baby weight from being pregnant and I needed to drop some weight for health reasons. My wife hit her goal of 40lbs about a month ago. That's losing 40lbs, not that she's down to that weight! :)
I was going to post this as a comment in response to Lee's post earlier about his family troubles but I felt that it was more appropriate to post a new message altogether.
Yeah... try saying that five times fast!
I would recommend a booklet (if you can find it) called, My Heart, Christ's Home. Can't remember who wrote it but it is an excellent booklet about a man who has Christ living with him in his house and He goes with the man everywhere. One day the man wants to go out with some friends for some less-than-wholesome activities and Christ starts following him out the door.
Well... I have now entered the greatness which is Geezerville, USA! I look forward to posting my thoughts on the world, the universe, and most importantly, the state of spreadable cheeses in third-world countries.