I heard the worst thing on the radio today. The D.J. was getting random people on the phone and asking them questions related to Independence Day, political stuff, etc. Only a few knew who Dick Cheney was. Worst of all – he asked one guy what Independence Day was, and he said, “the day we got our independence.” The D.J. asked who we were declaring Independence from, and the guy said, “Freedom?” Nice. Classy.
Once you go feathers, you’ll never go back.
Lee and I got a new down duvet (see previous entry about new duvet cover) at Ikea – the coolest store ever. It’s fabulous. But I think it might be a problem because this morning, I couldn’t get out of bed.
Did I mention Ikea is the coolest store ever?
The Friday Five
When was the last time you…
1. …sent a handwritten letter? Probably at Christmas -that’s pretty bad. I’ve done some lengthy card signing, but I don’t think that counts. I believe the last letter was to a former Kahdalea camper.
2. …baked something from scratch or made something by hand? I baked biscuits last weekend. At our last Family Fun Night I made an ice cream cake.
3. …camped in a tent? A few weeks ago, with Lee in Virginia. Very woodsy and fun.
4. …volunteered your time to church, school, or community? The fact that I have to think hard about that one is sad. Does helping Anna and Jason move count?
5. …helped a stranger? I’m drawing a blank there too. I think I’ll log off now and find someway to benefit society.
The whole debate about the Pledge of Allegiance is confusing. Just because I believe in God, does that mean it should be part of our pledge? A big part of me wants to say no, because if you don’t believe in God it’s not representative of you. It assumes all the nation is a God-fearing one. But at the same time, I feel a twinge of guilt, like I’m a bad Christian and bad American for even entertaining the discussion. I am proud to be in a country of religious freedom, but I also don’t want to be in a country where we have to tip-toe around each other. But I don’t want you to say your nation is under God if you don’t agree. I guess that’s why I’m not a judge, because I just can’t decide.
I love our Basset Hound Millie, but she does test that love sometimes. It has been raining here for seven days straight, which means she cannot be left outside during the day when we’re at work and has to be crated because she has been known to destroy the house when left alone.
I just got back from a two-day employee training seminar held by my company. It was a good seminar, and is the first of its kind done by this company. I got to meet and talk with a number of higher level execs, and I had the idea of dropping them a note to follow up – say thanks for having the seminar, it was good to meet you, blah blah blah. Lee says I’m a brown-noser. Is he right? And if so, is that so wrong?
It is almost noon — and this time a year ago, I was having my hair done for the biggest day of my life. Lee and I were married at 4 p.m. on June 23, 2001. It was a wonderful day, but I think the best part is that things keep getting better. Tonight we will celebrate by going to Elizabeth’s on 37th St., a really nice restaurant, and eating the top layer of our wedding cake.
We are having a dinner party tonight for our friends Anna and Jason, who are leaving us in four days (evil people!). It should be fun, even though it’s our last family fun night with them.
Not only is it Father’s Day – but it is also Gene Wilder Appreciation Day in Fitzgerald, GA. I think that’s pretty cool. The Mayor proclaimed it so during a reception at our church today. And I’m not talking about the actor Gene Wilder , I’m talking about my dad.