I need to get to Walgreen’s and get some reduced price Easter candy. It’s probably already gone. I’ve been wanting some whoppers. I never want whoppers. Maybe I’m pregnant.

This morning besides whoppers I want pizza. Pizza all the time. I had a frozen one for breakfast. It’s time for a lunchable pizza.

Crap! Where does this craving stuff come from? Maybe I’m going to have a period.

Easter

Wednesday at band rehearsal I told a funny and heard a couple more. I was asking what I was supposed to wear for Good Friday service. And I said, "So I don’t need to wear a t-shirt that says, ‘The Jews did it!’?"

That got a few laughs. The piano player said her husband said, "So when we eat ham at Easter it’s like we’re thumbing our noses at the Jews and Muslims."

Saturday, M and I picked up some Indian food from the new Indian, Pak, Halal place down the street. ( See picture below ). I got Lamb Sagwala which is called something else in Muslim Indian food. How did I know it was Muslim? They didn’t serve pork … that and all the women were wearing their Muslim bonnets.

So we take the food home and A asks me what I had and I say, "Lamb … that was slain."

Just before service the choir and the band are all crowded together backstage. The music minister had just thrown up twice. Dude … what a crappy day to be sick and be a minister … Easter Sunday …sorry Resurrection Sunday.

We’re standing back there and the bass player says in this voice like someone’s mother, " If Jesus can come back from the dead on Easter Sunday, you can get your lazy self out of bed and make it to church!"

Good times

Cell Phone

Rodeo Day for little a at pre-school. I’m digging the rain boots. Her shirt says, "Cowgirl in Training."

This is at a birthday party little a and I went to at a huge pizza place. This was the room playing Andy Griffith. That little kid is her soccer buddy E.J. She can spell his name. That purple thing is a cake shaped like a dinosaur. It’s made of … well … cake and rice crispy treats for the arms and stuff that’s curved. It really was a site! And good. Dinosaur tastes like chicken or birthday cake.

They finally finished the fountain at the big school. Nope, no photoshopping, the water is really purple. They died it for the dedication ceremony.

The Indian food place had Indian TV. I determined:

1. Indian women sing in a high shrill voice like a phaser about to implode.

2. The acting is bad.

3. The production quality is worse.

4. The subtitles are hilarious.

5. It was a rip off of The Sound Of Music.

I kept wanting to break out during the movie, "The hills are alive with the sound of slushy’s!"

This has been my place for 3 years to say what I want without fear of retribution, share my triumphs and struggles, make friends and discover that I’m not really alone.

I have been saddened that Hope of “Jesus Doesn’t Want Me For A Sunbeam” is no longer writing. As well as a few others. I miss them as well as a bunch of others who stopped or didn’t write long enough to know how good they were.

Some of you people are crazy. Some of you share my affinity for crunchy sandwiches. Some of you share my opinion of politics. Some of you are about to doze off to sleep.

Some of you have shared your secrets. I have cried for you and you never knew it. I have laughed with you and waited anxiously to read your next words. Sundays I spend reading your secrets on PostSecret. And some of you have accused me of things I never did.

I’m glad I have encountered each and every one of you.

Some of you don’t believe in my Jesus. He’s your Jesus too. And if he loved me he can DEFINITELY love you.

Three years is a long time for you saps to stick around. Thanks. It’s kept me sane.

I have some cold dark meat fried chicken in my mini fridge. You are welcome to come over today and have some for lunch!

And because when I get too intimate I like to make jokes. Here is a drunk girl with her underwear hanging out.

At Groovy’s request I place some of my favorite posts in the drop down to the left under “Choose A Favorite”

For an extra special St. Patty’s Day treat read all about Terri.

The Pogues Steams Of Whisky

Give Phats a hard time about his new girl.

It is no secret that my wife and I are married. At least the State of Texas decreed we are married and it would take 2 lawyers and a lot of money to dissolve that covenant.

Before I got marred, I had no need for adult toys to quell my "urges" now and then. So when I got married and learned women could buy just about any device available that made a buzz-hum sound shaped like all kinds of fruit and Asian animals  I thought it to be quite unfair. Sure, I can have some toys now now but I would deny it vehemently like Austin Powers, "That’s not mine, baby!"

But women, you can fill your nightstand and underwear drawers with the most unusual of devices. And so my marriage started trying to hide said devices from a 4 year old and a 9 year old. Finding hiding places in a small house can be a challenge.

Eventually, we moved to our current house and we decided to put all the lotions, potions, lubes, tubes, creams, prophylactics and cleaners in one white plastic bag. After six years you want to see if there is anything better than KY. And there was, but it tended to leak.

One Friday night a year or two ago, M and her sleep over friend needed to find something in one of our bathroom cabinets. They raided mine. Since I own no toys I’ll own up to, it was a safe bet to hid the innocuous white bag in my cabinet. It blended in well with all the other junk I keep there.

M’s friends eyes grew big when she caught a glimpse of the bag and it’s contents. On examination they saw that it had in fact a sticky texture. I’m sure their imaginations went rampant with why it was sticky. Not the REAL explanation that a bottle of lube had leaked out.

Now for the adult portion of the post.

Some of us go to great lengths to conceal the truth about ourselves. We stash things away, we find places in the closet to keep so that no one but the skeletons will find it. In some instances SOME – definitely not all and definitely not without wise counsel – should be brought forward.  I think it’s just better to bring those things to the middle of the room if it’s safe. Examine them, learn they aren’t so bad if we learned from them and move on.

Otherwise they can become rotten and corroded … sticky.

I’m stressed today. I didn’t take my nerve pill this morning – I usually take it Wednesday night, which doesn’t help, but I’m stressed for other reasons.

I can tell I’m stress because when I looked at this picture of Stacy Keibler from Newstoob. All I could think about was the Keebler Elves. ( with some 70′s pr0n music thrown in )

I can also tell I’m stressed because I’m eating my breakfast comfort food of a Whataburger with onion rings and scrambled eggs.

It seems my wife is in mediation with "the one of whom we do not speak" today at 10:45 AM. He called for it to try to get out of paying child support – forever. And then he told her she didn’t need to go and lied about everything. So we had to throw a bunch of paperwork together last night to prove he’s been delinquent a lot. Fortunately, he has to prove he has been paying. I don’t think he could tell himself the truth, honestly – no pun intended.

But yesterday M and I had to go to the doctor for her sinus infection. She’s working on week three ( and welcome to week three ) of this thing. They x-rayed her skull with the x-ray skull gun and found her lower sinus cavities were filled. So the antibiotics were just doing this whole hit and run thing. I had to teach her how to wash her nose out yesterday. She didn’t like it too much.

We had a good lunch at Chick – a – Lay as little a likes to call it. We talked about a lot of stuff. She’s stressed about try outs for cheerleader – Phats I totally wish you were here to coach her right now.

And we talked about her boyfriend the "monolithic-tripod"  MT. And we talked about sex and how she was too young for that even though she wanted to have sex. We discussed his 7.5 inch appendage ( no joke 7.5 inches ) and I told her that was WAY abnormal ( and asked how she knew it was that long which she totally stumbled into that trap ). Like circus freak abnormal.  She had NO idea what average was. I told her if he ever mistreated her she needed to post the picture he sent to her of him naked on the web with his name and phone number and address. ( this link is ABSOLUTELY NOT work safe )

I told her that I would respect MT more if he respected her and me more. Like he treated her well and didn’t try to have sex with her IN MY HOUSE! She made that face where you look away and pull the corner of your mouth down.

All in all it was good to spend time with her and take care of her and try to have a relationship with her.

But today, in the words of Sean Connery in "Hunt For Red October" (and I know all you frau’s loves you some Sean Connery):

Once more, we play our dangerous game, a game of chess against our old adversary – [the one of whom we do not speak]. For [6] years, your fathers before you and your older brothers played this game and played it well. But today the game is different. We have the advantage.

So I Googled "conversation topics". This came from "Conversation Topics For A Date". I’m waiting to finish online driver’s ed.

Please pick 3 to 5 and answer. I’m a comment wh0r3.

1. What is the yuckiest thing you’ve ever had to do?

2. What was the major turning point in your childhood?

3. Who is the best teacher you’ve ever had?

4. If you could bring one historical person back to life in order to make things better in the world, who would it be?

5. Who are the friends that you wish you still had?

6. Which one of the world’s cultures do you find the most interesting and fascinating?

7. How has the world changed the most since you were a kid?

8. What do you wish hadn’t changed in the world?

9. What are the top four places you would like to visit in your own country? In the world?

10. What are the top four places–in your country or in the world–you would like to live?

11. Who do you need to forgive? ( dude … on a DATE? Don’t ask that!)

12. What historical event would you like to have been a part of?

13. Who do you find yourself quoting the most?

14. What kind of old person do you want to be?

15. What really is in outer space?

And here are some of my alternates

1. What’s in your night stand?

2.  Do you ever have a recurring dream?

3. Thong, bikini, boy shorts or commando  ( dude … on a DATE? Don’t ask that!)

4.  What song is the theme song of your life ritght now?

5.  Tell me about your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.