Pardon the dust
I'm doin' a little renovating. The other blog design was just supposed to be up until I was discovered by a major literary agent and then handsomely rewarded for my limitless talent, at which time I could afford to pay for a custom design. Shockingly, this has not happened. So, I'm going generic all the way. I've swapped the color scheme at least a dozen times today so don't be surprised if the palette changes a few more times. I refuse to commit.
In other news, a few days ago I was contacted by the program chairperson at my church. She said that the program committee met last week and because I did such a stellar job the first two times I presented a topic at Sunday service, they wondered if I would be willing to speak again in February. Part of me thought, "Oh, how flattering!" and another part thought, "Oh, they must be running low on speakers." Regardless, I agreed to do it. Now I just need to come up with a good topic. Typically, each speaker tackles a subject that ties in with the seven principles or is at least spiritual in some way.
So far I've considered the following topics:
In the meantime, I insist that you kick off your weekend by listening to this upbeat little ditty:
In other news, a few days ago I was contacted by the program chairperson at my church. She said that the program committee met last week and because I did such a stellar job the first two times I presented a topic at Sunday service, they wondered if I would be willing to speak again in February. Part of me thought, "Oh, how flattering!" and another part thought, "Oh, they must be running low on speakers." Regardless, I agreed to do it. Now I just need to come up with a good topic. Typically, each speaker tackles a subject that ties in with the seven principles or is at least spiritual in some way.
So far I've considered the following topics:
- Merging into moving traffic: why it's not as hard as people seem to think.
- A two-pronged study of Subway restaurants: a) what's up with hiding the napkins so that I have to come up to the counter and beg for them if my child spills orange Fanta all over me? and b) how come 100% of all Subway employees fail to understand what "just a little light mayo, please" means?
- Why my daughter directs all requests/pleas/miscellaneous whining to me, even when her father is standing right there.
In the meantime, I insist that you kick off your weekend by listening to this upbeat little ditty:
Comments
I like your little ditty very much, but why in the name of God is he wearing skinny jeans?