*First of all, the hog roast benefit for my friend Diane went really well. She left a note on my desk for me to see this morning saying, "I had the time of my life." That meant the world to me. Thank you so much for praying for her on Sunday's post. I'm going to print it off and send it to her. Her love language is words of affirmation, so others' prayers mean a lot to her. Thank you, you all. I love you for being so kind to someone you've never met.*
Remember summer nights when you were a kid? Right about dusk, a game of tag would inevitably break out. You were chased by other kids and mosquitoes. Oh what fun, until the neighbor's dog, Cracker, thought you were chasing his kid and so he jumped up and bit you, knocking you to the ground where you tore up your knee. Good times.
I got a little behind on my tag "game," recently, but I'm catching up now. I think I stalled because when your life's an open book on your blog, it's difficult to come up with 6 things people don't already know about you.
Now that I've said that, it's a little disturbing.
Anyway, this week, Cyndy at Walking Faithfully, Sonya at Truth 4 the Journey, Mary at Keep the Light Shining, Kelly at Wonder Woman Wonders and Jen at Today at Jen's House all tagged me. I'm throwing this one out there to whoever wants to play. I'm sure you know the rules by now, so I'm not going to bore you with them. If you MUST know the rules, click on one of the taggers above, who played by the rules. Basically, the rule is: "Tell us 6 Private or Embarrassing Things About Yourself and then Entrap Someone Else!"
1. I know what's going on here; do you? I know because I love to "research" stuff on the Internet. So one night, July 4th, as a matter of fact, my girlfriends and I were sitting on a patio sipping drinks and admiring our spousal studs who were engaged in a game of cut-throat Ladder Ball, when one friend spied a couple of bugs in this position. We all had guesses about what was going on: "bugs in love," "bugs at war," "mother bug clinging to college offspring bug who is trying to move out," etc. So we watched them for like, a long time. Just sipping. And watching. That night, as soon as I got home I researched lightning bugs and found out that they were indeed, doing the "Jitterbug of Love" or making their own fireworks, wink, wink. I emailed all of my friends who were there, and so we all slept well after that mystery was solved. (BTW, This is the main reason they let me stay in the group. I do all of their thinking for them, and another one of us reads everything aloud for the rest of us. We're like an organism.)
Geez. We're only on number 2? Sometimes, when I can't think of what to post about, I post a picture, and it gives me something to talk about. Only it didn't work this time. This is a clever picture of me thinking. Now you can see why the group relies on my cogitations.
3. My kids turned me on to Cute Overload, where you view dumb things like kittens and hamsters "talking" in a strange baby-talk language full of phonetic renderings of words. If you know me and how I feel about Zoe, you can see why this appeals to me. It's about as addicting as Free Rice but on the extreme opposite end of the intelligence spectrum. But "I haz happiness" when I "seez" the cutenesses.
4. When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named "Tacko," not to be confused with the common "taco." In my head, Tacko looked similar to, but not exactly like, Alvin of the Chipmunks. I don't know whatever happened to my imaginary friend. Perhaps all cute imaginary friends retire to Cuteness Overload Land, like ancient movie stars guest starring on Love Boat.
5. Speaking of Alvin, my mother claims we are related to Sgt. Alvin C. York, who did something fabulous, just fabulous, in one of our wars. You can see that I have thoroughly studied my genealogy and US history. The reason I don't take Mom's claim seriously is that 7/8 of all Indiana residents hail from Jamestown, TN, home of ... Sgt. Alvin C. York. So really, it's like the whole York family is having a reunion here in Indiana every day! Yee-ha. Sometimes we congregate to watch the Colts, who are related to and named after "Alvin C.(Colts) York." Here is Sgt. York, whom his family just calls, "Al."
6. Speaking of calling people "Al," I have always loved to sing "You Can Call Me Al" by Paul Simon. It's a great singing-in-the-shower song. So many clever lyrics--don't know what in the world the song is about except maybe man's confusion and anxiety about feeling detached while longing for community due to his inherent desire to integrate and belong, but that's just my armchair analysis. This is a long video, so you might not want to hang in there for the whole thing. Plus the melody is insidious, but I'm still leaving you with "You Can Call Me Al," featuring Paul Simon and Chevy Chase, when Chevy Chase was still actually likable. (He traded being funny for political stumping. Not prudent at any juncture.) I'm warning you; the chorus is addictive.
I was also blessed with an award from Rachel at Christians in Good Company and Susanne at Living to Tell the Story. Thanks, guys. Girls. Women. Y'all.