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Every year, South Florida Sun-Sentinel lets readers upload their best ‘Scared of Santa’ pictures. They are pretty awesome. I thought I’d share some of my faves.
You can see all the photos here.
And a bonus today: please see this post by dooce (one of my favorite bloggers) about her daughter turning emo at age 5. It’s really priceless.
I started this last night, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I had to tap out early. So here they are, top 5 lists inspired by Taylor (and Shane), plus a few of my own addition.
Musical Performances:
1. Johnny Cash, Folsom Prison
2. Elton John in the heyday (big glasses, crazy costumes, grand piano)
3. The Beatles at Shea Stadium
4. Any YoYo Ma concert
5. The first time Michael Jackson debuted the Moonwalk
Movie Releases (In Theater)
1. The Godfather I
2. The Godfather II
3. Star Wars
4. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
5. Casablanca
Biblical Events
1. Creation
2. The time that God stopped the sun
3. The angels coming to the shepherds to announce Christ’s birth
4. Sermon on the Mount
5. The Battle of Jericho
Death Row Meals
1. Medium rare filet mignon, asparagus, baked potato (loaded) & blackberry cobbler a la mode
2. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, Texas toast & apple crisp (preferably from Shocco Springs)
3. Angus hamburger with all the fixings, McDonald’s fries & a pickle
4. & 5. Quite frankly, I think I’ve covered it with the first three.
This fine morning, I would just like to direct you to my friend and co-worker Andy’s blog. This post is the most amazing conversation I have ever experienced. I hope you find it just as delightful as I did.
So last night, I was on my way back from Atlanta. It was a great trip. I don’t know if any of you remember Nicole C. Mullen (Christian singer), but anyway, she was there performing with a lot of other people at the Revolve Tour and let me tell you, she is the deal. She has these backup dancers called the NCM Team and they are all 13, 14, 15 year old kids from the inner city that she travels around with and mentors and they are awesome. I love dancing with every fiber of my being (despite having the grace of a “puppy balancing on a beach ball”) and so I really dug these guys. Anyway, the Revolve Tour was really impressive and Court the Bourt is a HUGE rock star. No, really. Little girls stand in line and pay $3 for her headshot so she will sign it. She is accosted everywhere she goes by her fans. It’s amazing. I am super proud of her.
So, I’m on my way back from Atlanta. I made myself a special playlist for on the way there, and then a seperate one for on the way back. I’m just cruising right along when I completely lose control of my car. LUCKILY, the game traffic hadn’t begun to really get heavy and I managed to yank the steering wheel hard enough (which was a chore) to pull the ‘Trepid over to the side. I immediately burst into tears (you know, I can’t help it! I don’t mean to!) and activate the hazards. I see that this is very clearly a blowout, it’s pitch black (since I’m between Po-Dunk and Backwoods) and there are about 40,000 Alabama fans racing down I-20 in an attempt to return home, 50% possibly drunk or buzzed. I am clearly not going to be able to change my tire myself.
So I start crying again.
Thankfully, the hubster came to the rescue, which prompted the Cleburne County Sheriff to come to my rescue, which prompted a man named “PawPaw” to come with his wrecker and drag my car to the 205 Cafe and Stateline Gas Station and change my tire. So, I got to drive from Helfrin (or Helprin, but I think that’s a medication) going 45 on a doughnut tire with my hazards on. Needless to say, it was quite an adventure.
It’s amazing how one thing can render you completely helpless. This happens to me often, in regards to my car, mostly. One minute, I am just living life, and the next, I can’t go anywhere or do anything and I am at the mercy of a wrecker.
So, here is what my tire looked like:
I have been a neglectful blogger lately, and I apologize (to the three people that read this). Nothing exciting has really been going on, and who wants to read about how boring I am? I know I sure don’t want to write about it.
Right now, I am listening to Ben (and the Kins, so I hear) play a zombie game, and waiting for my phone to update so I can go to bed. I am waking up at 5am tomorrow (blerg.) to drive to Atlanta to see my wonderful friend Courtney perform at the Revolve Tour. She is super famous and even is on her own reality series on the Gospel Channel. She’s probably moved me one degree closer to Kevin Bacon. Anyway, Court the Bourt is totally awesome and I can’t wait to see her. Not excited about getting up that early, but I’m just going to use that as an excuse to get a Salted Carmel Hot Chocolate from Starbucks. 5am is as good a reason as any, right?
I have had a great 24 hours. Some highlights:
1. Drove to Nashville. I love driving. Love it. I love singing in my car. I love listening to Talk Radio. I LOVE IT.
2. I saw gas for $1.53.
3. I caught a ten song string of awesomeness on a country station on the way here. George Strait, Garth Brooks, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Reba McEntire and Alabama. It ruled.
4. I had a delicious dinner with the Sass, the Cog Dog and a lovely lady named Linsday. We ate at this place called Calypso and it was awesome. I had nachos. I love nachos. Proper nachos include something on every chip and Calypso delivered the goods.
5. We saw Kings of Leon. And it was great. Rock and roll. Lots of girl-jeans-wearing hipsters with scarves. Lots of boots. Lots of people feeling the music and expressing that through drunken dance. Awesome.
6. Had breakfast with the Haven dudes and the Sass. Had possibly the best cinnamon roll I have ever consumed. It was perfection.
That’s all for now. I’m waiting on the rest of the work crew to get here so we can load in and talk to people about bible study and camp. Should be awesome. Peace.
I am completely terrified of having surgery. Mainly because I am afraid that I will wake up during the procedure, unable to move because of anesthesia, but acutely aware of being cut open. Quite frankly, I thought that perhaps I had picked up on this fear from an urban legend or something. But it happens. You can imagine my horror when THIS was the first item in my Google Reader this evening.
If I ever have surgery, I’m going to check out the doctors that tend to go overboard on the anesthesia. I want someone a little heavy-handed. I’m ok with being groggy for a couple of hours afterward, as opposed to feeling someone cut me open and having nightmares for the rest of my life.
I have a lot of fears. I have a fear of being buried alive that I can trace back to a specific moment in high school. I was passing through the club restaurant on my way to a tennis lesson and a soap opera was on. One of the main characters was buried alive and it was showing her waking up IN HER COFFIN and realizing what was going on and freaking out. It turns out that her twin had rigged a speaker system in her coffin so that she could hear all the terrible things the evil twin was doing as she suffocated. I was late for that tennis lesson and I didn’t do very well that day. I kept thinking about how awful being buried alive would be.
The worst story I have ever heard about being buried alive was the story of Thomas a Kempis. Thomas was a monk and author of a book called The Imitation of Christ. He lived during the 1400′s in England and died about 1471. Buried, funeral, all that jazz. Then, a couple of years later, the Church decided that they wanted to make him a saint, so they exhumed him. I am not sure why he was exhumed, but he was. When they opened his coffin, they found the bottom of the lid completely destroyed with scratch marks and splinters underneath the monk’s fingernails. And to add insult to extreme injury, they denied him sainthood, saying that a true saint would not fight death so vehemently.
Another thing I am afraid of is sort of a variation on the same thing. One is someone being underneath my car, slicing my achilles tendon with a knife, stealing my keys and using my car to run me over. I realize this is sort of specific, but I think it was a scene in Urban Legend. I’m pretty sure that happens to Rebecca Gayheart at the end. The other is someone hiding in the backseat of my car. In my nightmare, I look in the rearview mirror and there is another set of eyes staring back at me, very movie-like. When I was in high school, I had a car that someone could climb in the trunk and push the backseats down to get in the cab and I made the mistake of telling a couple of friends that this was my one true fear. My friend Andrew stole my keys during musical rehearsal and popped my trunk so that he could sneak in my car before I left. Needless to say, I did not talk to Andrew for a while and I almost killed both of us when he revealed himself.
Other fears include (but are not limited to): drowning, spiders, snakes, mice and ghosts.
Ok. So spill it. What’s yours?
Dear Santa,
I have been pretty good this year. Better than some years, and not as good as 1994. We know I can never live up to that again. Here is what I would like for Christmas:
1. Please let Jim and Pam get married and be in love forever and let me watch it. I know how creepy I sound. Please petition NBC and ask them to make sure that whatever other shenanigans happen on The Office, that Jim and Pam will be safe from harm. Please explain to them that if something were to break Jim and Pam up, they would have a lot of problems. One being I would go on a hunger strike outside of NBC Studios until Jim and Pam overcame whatever adversity. I can’t take the up and down every week. Please tell them that I tend to get overly involved with fictional characters and I just need for this to happen.
2. Please let President-Elect Obama pick Bill Richardson instead of Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State. Please. Please?
Thank you,
Erin
…and did nothing to embarrass myself! He’s really nice (just like on PR) and very funny. He got Alabama and Auburn confused, which was great. When he realized his mistake he said, “Don’t hate me. Hate my words.” I sat with Malinda and the Berge and the Sass were also in attendance. Anyway, until I scan this puppy, this is as good as it gets:
