Happiness is like peeing yourself. Everybody can see it but only you can feel its warmth.

It's called "walk-up music," the song the PA system plays when a member of the home team comes up to bat. Preachers don't get walk-up music. You don't, either. But if your job included blasting a song over a set of speakers that everyone else at work could hear as you entered in the morning, what song would you choose?

Forecast highs through the weekend - 110 each day. Just thought you should know that whatever you have where you live is "warm."

I was telling Pam about the song "It's Raining Men" and decided to look it up on Wikipedia. What a hoot! The group was originally two Black women who called themselves "Two Tons of Fun." It's current form is comprised of the two daughters of one of those first women who died in 2004. Their other charted song was "Dear Santa (bring me a man for Christmas)."
I like people who don't take themselves too seriously. They have the most fun in life.

One of my daily surfing stops is Slate.com, a zine with a very wide range of content ranging from news to art to editorial to Q&A columns on manners in the digital age, to....
One of today's pieces, in a recurring column called "The XX Factor" because it's about women's issues, caught my attention because of the headline: "Photoshopping a fetus onto your pregnant stomach isn't just tacky, it's bad for women." 
Apparently one of the latest fads involves having a professional photographer take a picture of the pregnant woman's belly and then skillfully photoshopping her sonogram onto it. The article's author predictably writes this trend makes it more difficult to argue that the fetus is just tissue. The photo tends to personalize what's growing in the womb, creating what is in effect a family portrait.
Well, duh!
OK, that wasn't a very sophisticated response, but it just came out.
Methinks the author is spitting into the wind. What's going on is what's intuitive - mothers (and fathers) know experientially that the moving and kicking they feel is a child, not tissue. It is indeed a family portrait precisely because that's how the parents see it and want it.
Art imitates life.
N.B. In the interests of full disclosure, I am not a fan of the "big bare pregnant belly" pic. I find 'em pretty gross, actually. I understand that for mom and dad who have felt the baby kick and move that bulging stomach is a beautiful thing. But for the rest of us - OK, at least for me - it looks just like the old fat guys at the beach. Blech. With only the visual image, and no sensation of movement inside, what's the difference?
OK, now I've managed to offend a large portion of America, including some friends and extended family members who have posted pregnant belly pics on Facebook.

Late yesterday we drove into town to deliver a meal to one of the young couples at Pathway who just welcomed a new baby into their family. I got the new Garmin GPS unit out of the box and used it on the way in and back to learn its features. The bad news: it comes with the same annoying voice as the first generation unit we've borrowed from Steve for previous vacation trips. The good news: when we got home I looked at its internal menu and there's an alternative voice. The best news: the new voice is called Michelle! I love that we can take our daughter on vacation with us.
Those are pretty amazing devices. This one shows a Google Street View-type picture on the right half of the screen when approaching a key intersection. It even alerts me to the presence of traffic cameras.

That's a Bummer
The guy from Desert Valley Auto Parts called and they don't have any useable drums for the Rambler. Looks like my only option is to buy new. Pricey.

On a Brighter Note

I was awake at 3 a.m. and working on the sermon shortly thereafter. At about 8 a.m. I went out to the garage to work a bit on Ilsa. I ordered some rubber gaskets that came Tuesday so this morning I installed the rear license/light assembly as well as the front deck lid handle. That license plate is original to the car. The car is a '62 but was purchased in the late fall of '61, hence that year on the plate. I've read that if this combination of letters and numbers isn't in use I can get the Motor Vehicles Dept. to let me use this plate. I hope so. It's even color coordinated! (more than it appears in this pic.)
I also discovered that the addition of the light assembly adds just enough weight to the deck lid that the spring now can't hold it in the open position. Care to guess how I discovered that? There's no adjustment so I'll get a new spring.