The End

Well in case you missed it, apparently we all did, the Rapture was suppose to come last Saturday.  I checked all the lawns of my neighbors, no outfits and shoes laid out like they got sucked up by a great cosmic vacuum.  (I knew better than to look at the party boys' house next door)  Don't people remember all the hub bub about Y2K?
You know who you are if you still have military rations, batteries and candles from then! 

Matthew 24:36  “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father." 

There you go, it's not for you to know!  It's in God's time, not man's.  Why are people so willing to give an ear to false prophets?  If you are in doubt as to whether a person is a false prophet or not, think about this, is the statement they are making to glorify God or themselves.  Is it self serving to burn a Koren or predict the end of the world or disrupt the burial of a fallen soldier?  Of Course it is, it brings publicity and notoriety to their cause.

All though Saturday provided a reminder to listen to Blondie's Rapture and R.E.M.  End of the World as We Know It, my Saturday included my son having a stomach bug and vomiting in his sock drawer.  This to shall pass, after 24 hours! 

So the question is, how are you different post Rapture as compared to pre Rapture?  Maybe we can use this as a reminder that you never know when it is your time to go, so live each day to the fullest.  Is the Post Rapture you living or merely existing?  Make the most of it!

Under the Brim

This blog is a day late and a dollar short (as my grandmother likes to say) because after a two day meeting out of town for my job, Hayden's last soccer game of the season and six loads of laundry, I am playing catch up!   For Mother's day, the powers that be at our church decided it would be "Hat's off to Mothers."  This meant that every one was invited to wear a hat to church.  I have to admit, that thanks to the Royal Wedding and the Kentucky Derby, I had the hat bug!  I was very excited about the whole out of the box fashion experience.

I went out on the hunt for a hat.  I found several I liked, but wasn't willing to spend to much because more than likely this was a one time thing.  I didn't want to spend $50-$100 on something that may never get used again, so I decided on a $18 dollar hat.  As the day approached to wear my hat, I found myself being apprehensive about wearing it.  Realization set in about being conspicuous and standing out. 

I decided to "carry" my hat in the car with me.  I did this for a couple of reasons, one --wide, brim hats are like cat whiskers--your big old head isn't going to fit every where, like in your car.  Your brim pushes your head away from the seat.  Two--again with the standing out like a sore thumb in public thing, I didn't want to set next to a group of people at the red light with them staring at my big hat.  "Look at that Lady trying to drive with her big hat mama!  She can't put the back of her head against the seat." 

On the way there, I noticed all kinds of men wearing hats and driving, there was one with a baseball hat, a cowboy hat(what do you do with your brim sir?) and one in a little Frank Sinatra looking hat.  It was as if they were challenging me, "We have the guts to wear our hats in public, why don't you?"  As I parked at the church, I decided to carry my hat in just in case the whole church was playing some cruel hat joke on me and I was the only one who did not know about it.  "As she enters the church, every one jump up and point and laugh!" 

I entered with hat in hand and stealthy ninja moves ready for any one who jumped out.  I saw a lady with hat on head pass in the hallway, then I saw my Pastor with her hat on!  Aww these are my peeps! (Nothing like being part of the herd.)  Acceptance!  There were lots of people wearing hats.  For those who chose not to participate, the kiddos made "special" hats with floral ribbon and silk flowers attached. 

It was worth the mild case of hathead I suffered for the rest of the day.  By the way, when you wear a hat, your perspective from under the brim looks something like this:

It's always in your peripheral vision. 

Cultured

This weekend was full of culture for me.  Friday night, Kevin and I went to see Larry the Cable Guy and Monday night, I got to go with Lisa and Lexie to see the National Russian Ballet Company perform "Sleeping Beauty."  Before you scoff, redneck culture is a type of culture.  Come to one of my family reunions and you will totally see redneck culture.  By the By, much like Larry the Cable Guy, my dad loves to cut all the sleeves off of his shirts!  Of course he adds his own redneck couture by unbuttoning it down to his belly and adding a couple of gold chains with crosses.  (Those of you who are laughing right now have seen him in this ensemble and know it's true!)  So glad he pulls out the sleeved shirts for church!

People who attend a Larry the Cable Guy show are a show all in themselves.  We were lucky enough to have a much older, bleached blonde, lady drunk behind us who felt the need to yell back at Larry the entire show.  (We usually get the "drunk yeller" or the "repeat every joke's punch line in your loud voice" directly behind us.)  This brings me to some comedy show etiquette that I feel the need to cover.

1.  If you have spent $125 doll hairs on show tickets, more than likely, the people around you also paid that amount--it was not to hear you the whole show.  They paid to hear the comedian.  Hush up!

2.  If you are going to drink to the point of vomiting on the floor next to your seat, could you do it at the beginning rather than the end so we can hear the show.

3.  You are not funnier than the comedian.  SHHHHH!

Common sense, I know, but yet lacking at every show we attend.  Pass it on, tell all your homies who fit the bill.

Monday night at the ballet was beautiful.  The costumes were so colorful and the dancers were so talented.  We got there a little late, so we did not start with the best of seats, but as people got up and moved around we staked our claim and by the end of the show we could see pretty well.  When the male ballet performers came out on the stage, my daughter chuckled.  I asked, "What is it?"   She said, "Look at the boys pants/tights?"   It was pretty revealing, we were high up, so I am sure the front row people got an eye full!  When the prince kissed sleeping beauty and awoke her from her sleep, Peyton whispered in my ear, "PDA on display."

I had a great time at both shows, the only thing that could have made my weekend better was if I got to go to the Willie  Nelson show in Midland Sunday night too!  I was not lucky enough to get tickets to that show.  He is one of those performers that you need to see at least once in your lifetime and you are not sure how much longer he will be touring.