Last night was really nice.  REALLY nice. 

I cooked baked chicken, stuffing, yeast rolls.. it was good stuff.  And it took me so long that it could’ve been gravy-flavored dog food and we would’ve gladly eaten it, so I got rave reviews.   Then we ran to Books-a-Million to find “Alexander’s No-Good, Horrible, Very-Bad, Terrible Day” or some combination of those adjectives.  Bryan will be TD’ing it for IMP as their children’s show this fall. (Side note: Auditions are this weekend; leave me a comment if you need/want details.)

I’m calling Jeff this weekend.  Done.  Totally am.  Biting that bullet.  I realized yesterday that Connor started kindergarten this week, and I had no clue.  I’m a bad person.

Tonight, much like Steph and her Jeff (Steph and Jeff rhyme!), we are having a date.

I wanted to repeat something I heard on the radio this morning, because it made me almost run off the road.  I’m not a big fan of “Moments of Inspiration” from churches on the radio (and I can say that, cause mine did it too.. although I liked mine better), because a minute is not enough time to adequately inspire someone.  Especially when it includes such inane drivel like this “Moment of Inspiration” from Decatur Baptist Church:

“Sometimes we wonder if God is all supernatural and all, and I think sometimes people look at me, or shall we say.. ministry.. uh.. and, perhaps.. uh, they wonder if the ministry should be supernatural like God.  I think that is a silly notion..”

I’m sorry; what?  What in the hell are you saying, man?  I will say that for my church; they wanted to reach my generation, so they bought time on the Rocket and WZYP and, occassionally, WEUP.  And the “minute” was a story.  Rarely was God mentioned; most of the time, it was just inspirational and/or motivational.  But crap like that “minute of inspiration” makes me wonder why they thought it was a bang-up idea to stick this man on the radio.

TGIF!