I'm not fat. I'm pregnant with ice cream's baby.

Watching football this afternoon - Patriots vs. Colts - and heard the announcer say, “Mayo in the middle.” It sure wouldn’t work very well on the outside. Slippery.

The preacher gives the sermon a solid “meh,” but the adult class afterward was fun. People seemed fully engaged as we talked about red stamps and green stamps. No stamp collecting!

Sign of the times - Disney announced they’re done making fairy tale movies. No more princess flicks. I’ve always been thankful God gave us sons because I don’t think I’d deal well with all the froo-fraw of little girls in the princess stage. But this move by Disney troubles me because of their reason. “By the time [girls] are five or six, they’re not interested in being princesses. They’re interested in being hot, in being cool. Clearly, they see this is what society values.” (Dafna Lemish of Southern Illinois Univ.) Disney changed the name of their Rapunzel movie to “Tangled” because of this cultural shift and the promos for the flick focus on swashbuckling instead of princesses. Disney will still make movies for the littlest kids (Winnie the Pooh is in the works) but beyond pre-school the princesses are out and hot and cool is in.

By the time they’re five or six girls want to be hot?!
Uhm...parents? Where are you?? And you’d better not act surprised when you’re 16-year old daughter comes home pregnant by a boy she started dating last week.

Chris Collinsworth has great hair. I want his hair.

Dad cut our hair. Every other Saturday we climbed up in the yellow Cosco chair - the one with the fold-out steps - and got the flat top refreshed. (Later it was a regular stool, but the same flat top.) Dad once commented that I had hair like straw. Still do. And I have three cowlicks on the crown of my head which means many days I do the Alfalfa (from Lil’ Rascals) look. So, yeah, I want Collinsworth’s hair.

The Geico commercials are proof that just because somebody gets paid a lot of money doesn’t mean they’re any good at what they do. (cf. Brett Favre) The agency creating those ads is exceeded in their ineptitude only by the Geico execs who approve them.
If the lady driving the minivan hates the sound of the pig going “wee, wee, wee” all the way home what makes them think WE want to listen to it? Do they really want us to hate the sound of a commercial advertising their product? I’d sooner abide those annoying cavemen (and I hate them!).

Asante Samuel plays cornerback for the Eagles. His first name (pronounced ah-SAHN-tay) is Swahili for “thank you.” I like that.

We spent time in our worship service this morning saying “asante” to God for his blessings. My favorite part was the participation by the Pathway kids. I’m glad they feel free to speak in a testimony time. And their contributions were very appropriate, not the expected, “I’m thankful for air.”

Pam’s working tomorrow morning. She usually has Monday off but because of Thanksgiving she’s working a half shift tomorrow so she can have half of Thursday off. I’ll be out back with my pick ax and shovel. I’m already getting excited about that.