They Have a Secret

So, everyone was sitting around the coffee table for prayer, JD was speaking loud enough to be heard in the neighbor's basement, but the baby kept on sleeping like...well, you know - a baby. I said my goodbye, which encompassed snapshot memories. As I walked to my car, it appeared there were two objects in the vehicle in front of me. My first thought was, what in the world is moving in there? Is it a dog, or is it...two teenagers making out? I can see it now, one of them will have a secret, http://postsecret.blogspot.com/, "I used to make out in my car until I was scared s*&$less by a big black man." Funny enough, I was frightened too. I didn't expect anyone to be moving in the car, and when they did I had a nice chuckle. I could only imagine how frightened they were or maybe it was only seeing the white in their eyes with their hearts beating fast enough to make their heads bigger, then smaller; bigger, then smaller.

Earlier in the evening, we all gathered at the church to have practice and to say our goodbye's to our beloved Rachel. What better way to send her out than with an EC band rehearsal complete with the sacrificial offering of a song, the one Tina's been admonishing us for weeks to learn. It sounded as bad as a bunch of crows on a telephone wire the first few times we played it. I had an idea for how the guitar should sound. Who knew? I was wrong. Joe played some exceptional beats, I wish I hadn't taught him how to play the drums, he's better than I ever was. Punk! Jerry was spot-on as usual, in fact he was telling me and Sandeep, "No, you play it like this, yes?" My brow furrowed, I squinted my eyes and responded, "Yes, we played it like that, no?" Now you know the hard work that goes into sounding good on Sunday's and the patience Tina has with them, I mean me.

I'll end this blog with a question, what do you call someone who can't stand up straight? Ok, you know a bad punch line is coming. I made this up myself. I think the person I first told this to is going to respond, "Vheeliz! Eeeeekkkkk. Hhhumphh. Tst, oooohhhhkaaaaaeeeeyyyy." I thought, "A lean-ah-" you call someone who can't stand up straight a leaner, get it? A leaner. Um, I think I'll retire from writing my own jokes. She is a blessing and I hope she knows that I'm only kidding. I feel compelled to share a little bit about Rika and Shawna, but I'll pass on that as I'm sure to be caught in emotional turmoil as the week nears it's end.

I got blessed this week. Someone offered me a ticket to the sold out showings of The Dark Knight on the IMAX. The only thing that stinks about it, is we'll be watching it during the middle of day, but that really shouldn't matter being that the theatre is dark and we won't be able to tell if it is afternoon or night in the theatre. I know, I think of this stuff myself. Oh, one more thing, I was called by a nickname that I give people when I think very highly of them. You know they have that reserved space in your heart, and you can only smile when you think of them. You're always in the mood to be in around them despite the "mood" you may be in, you know!? They may not have meant it that way, but it was received that way. Thank you.