In the future, Katie wears red rhinestone glasses, has large hair, and is a racist from the deep south. At least, according to this last weekend’s drama at Cornerstone. They finally typecast Katie, and it wasn’t pretty.

I have been wanting to see the musical, “Wicked”, ever since I read the book two years ago. I knew that it was coming to town last year and my hopes were SOOO high. Until I found out how expensive tickets were.

Oh well.

It’ll be back. Someday.

I had resigned myself to the fact that I would just have to hear about it from everyone else. That’s okay.

Until I saw them unloading trucks in front of the Civic Center on Tuesday night. Probably sparkle costumes and witch noses and green makeup and sparkle costumes. *Sigh*

And then, out of the blue, when I was relaying what I had seen, ChristopherKnightinShiningArmor said, “You really want to see it, don’t you?”

To which bedraggled blue girl said, “yeah…oh well…”

To which CKISA said to me, “Well, what if I told you I got tickets for our anniversary?”

Now HERE’S the kicker: Sweets KNEW that I would have loved loevd LOVED to have seen it with my mom and sissy.
So he bought THEM tickets too.

Wow wow wowowowowowowowowow

Now, please know that Christopher is NOT my knight in shining armor because he bought me wicked tickets.

He is my KISA because he knows what would speak volumes and volumes of love to me. He is thoughtful, SELFLESS (He is no longer attending Donald Miller’s lecture NOR is he going to Mute Math), loving, thoughtful, generous, and so so adorable.

Even if he didn’t buy me those tickets.

The song, much like the gift, goes on and on . . . and on. Can you find mid-80’s Katie and her sister Emily?

Hint: glasses.

September is a busy month for birthdays: Emily on the 4th and  Barb on the 10th (see post below), and then Janet on the 14th! Here’s round two of birthday celebration.

It’s hard not to think of what happened in 2001 when September 11 rolls around. I feel bad for those with birthdays (Sorry, Sarah!) and anniversaries (Sorry, Chris and Meredith!) on this day that will be forever overshadowed by the worst act of terrorism on American soil to date.

This day really gets me thinking about what we value, and the status of America in the world. Unfortunately, I think the golden age of America is over. For a century, we were the powerhouse. Our economy fueled the world. Nations looked to us like the reserved, well-respected kid on the playground that would resolve conflict. The “American Dream” was born and achieved.

But where are we today? Involved in two unpopular wars. A fledgling economy. A country divided. It’s amazing to think that 8 years ago, every American put aside their differences and were actually united. Too bad it took a horrific event to unite us.

So where does that lead us? With the rise of Russia, China, and India in the last couple decades and too many frenemies with supposed nuclear capabilities (I’m looking in your general direction, Iran and North Korea), it seems like the USA chants are fading in the background and the world’s nation-crush with us is over.

To be honest, I’m glad. Partisanship, failed economics, and less respect on the world stage might be exactly what this country needs. Every world power or dominant society in history came to an end, so why would we expect America to be any different? I doubt Cesar saw his downfall coming.

I think Jesus had it right. Give to Cesar (or Obama, or whoever) what belongs to them, but give to God what belongs to Him. We really need to be careful, now more than ever, of where we put our hope and our hearts. Our hope is not in Obama. He might bring change, he might not. But the reality of pain and suffering, politics, and all the other junk we deal with will still be there. Bi-partisan politics and legislation will not unite us, and will not solve our problems.

God’s been calling for unity for a long time. I just hope we respond before we need another wake up call.

“Blessed be the peacemakers.”

Happy Birthday to my lovely sissy!!!

Let me tell you a little about her:

Emmy is patient. You should see her with her crazy boys.

Emmy is kind.  Always a loving word.

Emmy doesn’t get jealous. She is content with what she has.

Emmy doesn’t brag. Miss Humble Pie.

Emmy isn’t proud.  She is a wonderful encourager to others.

Emmy isn’t rude.  She’s SASSY, but she’s not rude.

Emmy isn’t selfish.  Eema-time rarely happens.

Emmy doesn’t get mad easily.   Except when it involves the safety of her boys. *4th of July hooligans…

Emmy doesn’t keep score. Enough said.

Emmy rejoices in the truth. Because she knows what the Truth is.

Emmy protects. Mama Bear…don’t mess with her

Emmy trusts. In her God

Emmy hopes. In her God

Emmy perseveres. Always.

I love you, sweet Sissy! You give me a lot to live up to!!!

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!

I can’t believe this. Incredible.