I’m Back! (But I’m Not Going Platinum)

A shiny new quarter dime nickle penny to anyone that can guess what this title is referring to. Wait a second, do we even make new pennies anymore? Oh well, you get the satisfaction of knowing that you knew. Good day.

So, I took some time off – for various reasons. I’m Back! Three post in a row…yes! (You can read them Here, Here and Here. It’s like a trilogy…so you know it has to be epic.) I know it’s not necessary for me to explain myself, but I feel compelled anyways.

The first excuse came with the 80′s Music Post. I claimed it was going to take a bit of time and work, and it did, but I could have written other stuffs in the mean time – which leads me to the second excuse.

I was sick. Like, for real, sick. Two of the weekends, during the past three weeks, I spent on the couch…consuming NyQuil, DayQuil, and all manner of other substances that I thought might help. None of them did.  A mere cold turned into a beast after a short few days. I never went to the doctor…because, well, I’m at that age where they may start looking for things in places that I don’t want them to be looking. I still need a couple of years to brace myself for that. But all is good now. I feel great!

DayQuil Sinus Relief (Photo credit: Wikipedia) It says Non-Drowsy…but it can still MESS YOU UP!

The third excuse has been well documented already. In fact, you can click on the Here, Here and Here above to read all about it.

But, I am back. No rules this time though. No schedule. I will write when I write and post when I post. It will probably be more often…but I’m not regulating myself with any “rules”. How about that?

It’s good to be back. Now…time for a nap.

I guess this snuggle buddy will have to do.

Two Hundred and Five Days From Now…

…I’m going to finally meet some of the fastest friends I’ve ever made.

Birthday Post

Happy Birthday! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, not mine.

Today is Mom’s Birthday. But…not just any ole Birthday. No, today is Mom’s 50th Birthday. So…because she has such a hard time seeing things nowadays I’ve decided to keep this short and sweet for her. (Put Your Glasses On!)

Happy Birthday Mom!

Love you,

Jonathan

She Prefers To Send Out Christmas Cards With Her And Her Dog Instead of Her and Her Sons, But We Still Love Her

Q & A with Photo-Bio (Say Cheese!!)

Today we head over to Photo-Bio to have an interview in the smallest place possible…a photo booth. I’ve known the author for as long as all of the other interviewees put together. Check it out…and his site. Here, here and here.

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Photo-Bio (Aka Matt)

Do you mind if I call you Matt? Anyway, I figured it was about time I interviewed someone I grew up with…not just someone I know. Good think you came along to fill that blogging void. I’d like to introduce you to my readers…but that involves answering some questions. What do you say?

BroJo,

It’s great to hear from you. Of course you can call me by my first name, most people do.  I’d love to answer your questions also, but take my answers along with everything else on the old inter-web. You can’t believe everything you read…

BroJo: Matt, we’ve known each other for almost 20 years now…crazy! How’s life been since High School Graduation?

Matt: 20 years? We can’t be that old can we? Life has been good overall. I went to college, then to graduate school, then got married, decided to have kids later, spent my money on traveling and didn’t save any for kids, then decided to wait even longer to have kids, wondered If we were willing to trade our freedom for kids, watched all of our friends have kids and give up their freedom, then decided to take a break from being a professional counselor to spend time doing my hobbies which means no income and now I don’t have to wonder about kids because I couldn’t support one if I had one.

BroJo: Speaking of High School – some of the best music back then came from the Backstreet Boys (Tell me why!) What kind of stuff are you listening to nowadays?

Matt: Great question, I don’t really have much time to check out new stuff since I spend almost all of my free time enslaved by the melodic shackles of Michael Bolton, Air Supply, and Creed. Anyone who can move past these has my undying respect. In all honesty, I like a variety of music but have been on a folk revival kick as of late.  The Lumineers, Mumford and Sons, and Of Monsters and Men seem to be getting a lot of play. Also I frequently go back to Florence and the Machine. I can’t get enough of her powerful voice.

BroJo: The last time we hung out was at our Ten Year Class Reunion. I was a little (a lot) wasted, so I don’t remember. Did you ever get a haircut?

Matt: AHA! Trick question. Do you mean the hair on my head or my beard? The former gets chopped about every two years purely due to laziness. The latter depends on formal events I must attend. If a wedding comes up, I shave. Usually I grow the beard out a few levels, past the Proud stage, and I hover somewhere between the Amish stage and Walt Whitman. I sense your next question, and no, I have not made it to the Chris Kringle stage.  The remaining body hair may or may not be removed through a calculated and sometimes painful process, but I cannot comment on this here. To learn more you must go to:

www.mattsbodyhairremovalthroughacalculatedandsometimespainfulprocess.com

You must be 21 years of age or older to view.. (Editor’s Note: I don’t think this is a real site…but try it out anyway.)

BroJo: In Middle School I remember you having to blow your nose, like all the time. Is this still true?

Matt: This question is proof that there is nothing worth remembering or talking about from middle school. It is a horrible time in life, and I think most people agree. I first tried to think of something embarrassing and humiliating to say about you from middle school, but honestly I can’t think of anything.  On the off-chance that you asked this out of concern for my health as an adult, the answer is no. Luckily my body has learned that it doesn’t have to secret 10% of my total body’s water content each day. Also, moving to different areas with less pollen has helped.

BroJo: You shared the same name with someone younger than you in school. I imagine this must be like being known as Russ’s Older Brother…as I was. Was it?

Matt: Actually nobody in our school ever mistook either of us as the other, nor did they refer to him as say “ridiculously good-looking” when they meant me. We were opposite in many ways. He was muscular, I was not. He was in the cool sports like football, and I was in golf. He likely had romantic attachments to girls who reciprocated the sentiment, whereas I went to dances with girls that had just broken up with their boyfriends and wanted to be there with somebody to make them jealous. The police did show up at my house once looking for someone by my name, but it happened to be the other one as the problematic incident required a strength that I obviously did not possess.

BroJo: Photo Booths, huh? What’s next, if you’re ever done…Phone Booths perhaps?

Matt: No.

BroJo: What kind of Super Hero would change inside of a Photo Booth?

Matt: The kind that likes to have pictures taken while changing clothes. Perhaps Professor Perve or maybe The Lewd Lord Newd.  (Actually, Superman was in a photo-booth as we know from Superman III, in 1983)

BroJo: So…what sparked such a great interest in Photo Booths?

Matt: Well I was born in one to start. Not really, but that would be a great story. I guess I’m just drawn to how fun they are and intrigued by their potential. In the modern age of photographic editing, there is something refreshing and beautiful about a still image with a fixed depth that is never tampered with. Especially with chemical-based black and white booths, each strip is unique and no matter how you try, it cannot be exactly the same. There is no copy, no negative. It is one of a kind.

BroJo: What is your favorite ‘pop culture’ Photo Booth? I liked the one from New Girl. “Jess, this is my new home…”

Matt: 1984 wins as the best year for photo-booths, in my opinion. Among other films where booths made an appearance, two of them are tied for my favorite: The Terminator and The Karate Kid. In The Terminator, a character hides successfully then emerges holding a pistol. In The Karate Kid, Daniel and Ali show us what booths are made for – good old-fashioned fun.

BroJo: Where’s the easiest place to find a Photo Booth?

Matt: That depends on if you live in a major city in France or in an unincorporated hamlet in Iceland.  It may be across the country or right down the block. The best place to look for a photo-booth (vintage chemical booths, not low quality mall digital booths) is at www.photobooth.net.

There is a Booth Locator section where you can search for booths near you.

BroJo: What is your opinion about pictures that are taken outside of a Photo Booth?

Matt: There’s a lot I could say, but most of it would be boring and probably inaccurate. I think the ability to take pictures at all is an amazing thing. We can capture moments in time, see family members long after they are gone, be taken to distant places that no longer exist or that we can’t reach. Taking pictures is so easy that everybody is a photographer now. If you are not a technical person, then you can do some touch-ups later in any number of editing programs. All of that is great too. Photo-booths are a dying breed that employs a photographic style which is nearly extinct.  I simply prefer photo-booth pictures because they require a lot of effort on the front end and none afterwards.

BroJo: Fake Biographies, huh? What’s next…a fake Autobiography perhaps?

Matt: Actually, before long there will be a picture or two of me. I too will have a fake name and a fake biography. So, yes, in a way it will be a fake autobiography.

BroJo: What kind of writing have you done other than Fake Bios?

Matt: I’ve written bad poetry, a few short stories, and several research papers for psychology and counseling classes. I’m not a writer.  I have committed recently to writing regular post-cards and letters to friends. Hopefully I can stay disciplined with it.

BroJo: What other hobbies do you have?

Matt: I have too many to have time to enjoy them all.  Some of the big ones are writing, photography, music, travel, and thinking of different ways that I should be exercising.

BroJo: How many girls have turned you down when asked to dance?

Matt: What a cleverly disguised insult this is BroJo. Good for you.  Not only have I never been asked to dance, but I have never been asked anything by a girl who could be construed as romantically suggestive. Luckily for me, I found a woman to marry me without needing to have dancing skills. I dance sometimes, but she usually asks me to stop.

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There you go. If you didn’t get a chance to check out his site you can here, here, here, here and here.

Walt Whitman and Peter Doyle, circa 1869 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Prelude to an Interview (A Reunion Story)

My ten-year high school reunion took place about three years ago. I never really had any intentions of going…but I got tricked into it the night of the “bar get together”.

The weekend of the reunion was the same as a surprise birthday party we were having for a family member. I figured this party was going to be way better so I just opted to stay and not worry about all of my old classmates….until. A couple that was attending the party, were also the parents of one of my classmates. Towards the end of the night they were summoned to go pick up their daughter…so…my date for the night seized this opportunity to drag me to the bar where the get together was happening. I didn’t really have much say in the matter now that I think about it. She came up to me and said “hey, we’re going to your reunion!” Okay…lets go.

She drove cause I was clearly in no shape to be doing anything…much less be seen in public. I don’t remember much…but bear with me.

I found a nice nook next to some guys I went to school with. I may have been an obnoxious drunk…cause I can remember one of them leaving, but whatever. I ended up staying in this spot for the majority of the time we were there. I gave my date my card and she ordered us a couple of drinks…remember this.

I enjoyed conversation with many people that I hadn’t seen in nearly ten years. I can remember telling one guy “You know…back in high school you were a douche bag…but you’re alright now.” I’m not sure how he reacted…and don’t remember caring that much at the time.

I talked mostly with a guy that I had gone through Catholic School with and another guy that you will hear more from come Friday, the author of Photo-Bio. You see, as far as I know I was the only one from our class that blogged…regularly….until now. This is a really cool site that I want everyone to be introduced to…so much so that I’m talking about it twice.

Photo Booth (Photo credit: Alicia photographs)

At Photo-Bio you will first see a photo-booth pic (or pics) accompanied by a little bio back story that goes along with it. It’s really fun. Check it out…now! Please.

English: Photo booth in Genoa. Deutsch: Fotoautomat in Genua. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Go ahead…I’ll give you a few minutes.

Alright, are you back? Okay, where was I? Oh yeah…

So…I drunkenly carried on these conversations for about an hour or so (I think) and then it was time to go. We left and she dropped me off at home. The next day I noticed the receipt for our tab…which was $8. She was generous enough to award our very hard-working bartender a $20 tip.

Moral of the story you ask? Don’t go to class reunions. They cost too much.

My Weekend Could Have Been Better

Friday’s are usually the best day of the week. I couldn’t say it to be true this week.

I had a visit from Kessabug last week. Some things fell through (or got shifted) so she was able to stay a few days longer. She left on Friday, about noon time.  A mere couple hours later someone else had to leave also.

About two hours after this, Bruddah headed on to The Base to get ready for his impending deployment. I wasn’t planning on going to the Deployment Ceremony so I was hanging around to see him off. I soon learned that not only was I supposed to go and drive his car back…but it was indeed on Sunday instead of Saturday. As soon as I learned this I asked him if I would see him on Sunday. He said “Yeah Man” and I said “See ya later…” and I was off.

I headed to work to get some things straightened out. I didn’t want to step into a hornets’ nest come Monday, so I ended up deleting about 4000 emails and got all of what I was going to work on lined out. I made a couple of phone calls and then headed on over to Church to take care of the bulletin. I was pretty beat so I decided to stay in and watch some movies. I headed to Wal-Mart and picked up some Red Box movies, among some other things that I can’t remember.

I got home and pretty much just crashed on the couch for the rest of the night and most of the next day. Saturday was very lazy for me. I was in the middle of watching one of the movies when I got a phone call asking me to help move a Sister from our Ward. I got ready and headed over only to see that most of the work was done…perfect timing. The rest of the day is a blur, except for the various updates on what time we would be leaving the next day. I think I ended up going to bed around 1am.

Back at the beginning of February, after a Memorial Service.

I got up around 6:30 Sunday morning. Ready, I headed on over to dads house. It wasn’t really snowing that much to start…but I had heard that it was going to get worse. Mom had been texting back and forth with Bruddah…him saying that we should leave earlier so we could get there. We headed out about an hour before we had originally planned, in Mom’s new car, a Civic. It wasn’t so bad to start with…but it kept on getting progressively worse and worse. Along the way Bruddah was telling us how bad it was at his location, and how the power had gone out. About 90 miles into our 170 mile trip it was decided that we should tuck tail and run.

We all felt bad that we weren’t going to get to see him off, but it was the right decision to make. I don’t think he’s actually leaving U.S. soil until July, so we might still have one last chance to see him.

I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive. ~ Acts 20: 35

Hopefully there aren’t any concerned babies over there.

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Monk Monkey Tells All

It’s time for another first here on Brother Jon…An interview with a Primate. I was able to get some much-needed help from my fellow Word Pressers. Enjoy!

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What do you regret most about becoming a Monk? ~ Meet David Harding (David Harding)

Before I entered my life of prayer, solitude and bingo every Tuesday, I used to host a Scrabble Club every Friday night. I was so good – I knew all the strategies, useful two-letter words and how to spell zyzzyva (look it up on dictionary.com, people). But no one at the monkestry likes the game. Doris says it’s for dorks.

Where did the practice of flinging one’s own poo begin? ~ Christopher De Voss

According to legend… I have no idea… But I’d like to think it began when Charlton Heston realised the Planet of the Apes was Earth. It is so frustrating to think how stupid humans could be – they might even blow up the planet one day – that you just feel the need to poo in your hand and fling it at the screen.

Cover of Planet of the Apes [Blu-ray]

So, the troop at the Monkestry, are they really all different people, or just your multiple personalities (with whom you communicate via meditation)? ~ Glow Worm

As far as I know they are real people. But it doesn’t matter because I figure that if they were my multiple personalities I would see them as real so I would believe they were real anyway. Whether or not they were really real I would believe they were real and they would act and look and feel real to me even if they were not really real. Really. Wait, maybe I AM just thinking they are real and they aren’t really real! That would explain why no one talks to me, actually.

Do you offer benefits to your employees? ~ Maddie Cochere

YES!

1. Free entry to the monkestry on Saturdays.

2. Tea and biscuits for .50c (just put your money in the tin.)

3. On their birthdays we ask Doris to make a cake (she usually doesn’t), and

4. Plastic name tags.

Is Jeremy single? He seems pretty deep. ~ 25 to Fly (Becca Cord)

Of course he is single. He is a loser.

I know you shared some of your Monk wisdom a few posts ago, but if I made a special pilgrimage to you Monkestry, what personal gem of wisdom would you have for me? ~ Glow Worm

Glow thee, verily, and in turn, thy world may learneth to shine.

Where did the word “Toiley” come from? It makes the porcelain throne sound so…fun! ~ 25 to Fly (Becca Cord)

A typo. I printed out a sign for the toilet door but pushed the Y key instead of the T and the name just stuck because Des who cleans it assumed that’s what I wanted it to be called. I tried explaining the error to him but he walked away humming some stupid tune.

Toilet (Photo credit: paukrus)

I want to go to the South African bush and be a surrogate mom for a baby monkey. As a primate, is there any advice you can give for raising a newborn? ~ Tales of a Charm City Chick (La La)

You know, many many (many) people ask me this question. It isn’t as easy as you think. First, you need to be naked 24/7, let strange monkeys groom you as you cling to a tree, and there are no showers, toothpaste or Martha Stewart. Your baby will cling to your back for months at a time, and it will poo and whizzle down your back. BUT it can be a very rewarding experience. I suggest you learn sign language, practise climbing trees, and make yourself as unattractive as you can – you don’t want those silverbacks getting interested in any way.

What is your original name? I imagine it changes when you become a Monk much like when you become a Pope. ~ Brother Jon

I was christened Michael Monkey. Then I became Brother Monkey, then Monk Monkey. One day I hope to become Friar Monkey and then (of course) Pope Monkey. Then people will kiss me on the ring.

The Monk and Monkeys of Swayambhunath (Photo credit: nodmonkey)

What is your favorite type of banana? ~ Glow Worm

I don’t mind, but my favourite dish is banana burgers. Get a bun, mash a couple of bananas up with a fork, pile the slop on the bun, add a slice of pickle and you’re done!

Other than being a successful monk and a very pretty monkey – what other secret talents do you possess? ~ iRuniBreathe (Tania)

Not many people know this, but I used to practise jungle martial arts. I can flip people over waterfalls and hit you at the speed of three elephants.

By chance, when you purchased Jeremy, did you pay 50 dollars plus 50 cents legal fees? ~ Glow Worm

I first met Jeremy as he was being paraded around the back streets by his previous owner. He was singing a lovely song about how the boy was for sale. I bought him and put him to work/live in the corner of the bingo hall straight away. He’s been there ever since. I think he cost tuppence and a bob.

How do you keep a kookaburra quiet? ~ iRuniBreathe (Tania)

Kiss it, love it, hug it, and then tell it you have just passed on some terrible disease. It will go away and leave you in peace.

Word on the street is that you like to wear spandex pants and shorty shorts. Can you tell us how you keep your body so slim and trim? (I have photographic proof of his beautiful gams!) ~ Sips of Jen and Tonic (Jen)

Jen, I gave those photos to Tonic for his personal use only. They are private! But seeing as you asked about my lovely body, in order to stay fit and trim, I do this each night…Super Secret Monk Monkey Workout Video!!

What do you wear under you Monk robe? ~ Maddie Cochere

See question 14 above.

English: Chinese Buddhist monk with a long yellow robe. Shanghai, China. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The bald spot you got sporting there; is that natural…or do you shave it in al la Friar Tuck? ~ Brother Jon

It’s a Tucky (that’s what we call them – “Ooh! Nice tucky!” you say). When you become a monk you shave your head like this. No one knows why. It is funny, though – when I hit a really high note in a chant, sometimes the little hairs that crown my bald spot quiver a bit.

Amen.

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Thank you everyone for all of the help. Instead of only having to write half of a post…I had the opportunity to write about 1/4 of a post. Yay!!

I Shed Some Fear Tears

Hmmm….  This is Kessabug….  Jon left me alone with his open computer and I didn’t realized that he was still signed in.  Heehee!

I feel like I’ve been away for so long. I know I had a post on Monday…but I wrote that last week. I don’t think I’ve actually written anything since Thursday. One week. I’ve been a little distracted though. The Girl (really?  I’m ‘the girl’??)  came up to visit me this past weekend. It’s been a great time. (I’d hope so for all the hijinks you’ve pulled on me!!!)

Silver Dollar City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Last Saturday we headed down to Silver Dollar City, about 30 minutes after she drove into my hometown. Needless to say she slept to whole way down there (was BEYOND exhausted!), and (slept) the whole way back  (<– I kinda messed up that whole sentence, didn’t I?) . A day or two before she left she told me that she got me another present (well don’t you feel special…) . She decided not to tell me until we got to the amusement park. After we parked she was teasing me about this gift when a friend exclaimed “Oh, you got V.I.P. passes, didn’t ya?”  (Yeah, thanks for telling me about that JON!- Who goes to an amusement park and doesn’t like the rides?!)   She said yep and the friend pointed and laughed at me and said “and Jon doesn’t even like roller-coasters…ha!!”

I don’t like roller-coasters, but I rode each one at least once before we left. It was very nerve wracking…but I made it out alive nonetheless.  (Shaking worse and worse with each one while asking if we could leave.  I usually run from ride to ride.  We got there late and left early.  At least I got to try each one- it’s always fun to see different parks)

Wildfire at Silver Dollar City (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Another one I went on that scared the crap out of me.

One of them, the new wooden coaster (Outlaw Run), has something like a 92 degree drop at the very beginning…and…is the only wooden coaster in the world with a double barrel role…and…tops out at somewhere around 68 mph…but wait…there’s more. This is the newest coaster there, so we could only use our passes on it once, which was fine with me. What didn’t sit right was the fact that we waited in line for about 15-20 minutes…while they tested the thing out. They sent one of the workers, Frank Steve- he had my ex’s name which would have been hilarious if he didn’t make it back…, to test it out…finally. He came back in one piece so I guess that meant it was alright for us to go. (My favorite coaster is still The Beast from Paramount’s Kings Island in Ohio- but this was a REALLY close second- it was EPIC!)  I’m glad I decided to wait until after to eat.

The food was good. I may not have liked Outlaw Run…but I did like the “Outlaw Run brick oven pizza”. Roasted red bell peppers and onions, grilled chicken, sauce and cheese. Very good. Maybe not worth a roller-coaster of the same name…but still good.  (I liked it too even though I’m a traditional cheese pizza person)

How exciting was your weekend   (Mine was amazing [thanks for asking] thank you Brojo-jojo!)  ?

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The First Missionary – Part One

“A man who is full of the love of God is not content with blessing his family only, but thinks about all of the people in the world, anxious to bless the whole human race.”  ~ Joseph Smith

That title kind of sounds like a Bruce Willis movie, doesn’t it? I assure you it’s not. I’ve spoken about our local full-time Missionaries a few times. Now I want to tell you about the first one I met, Elder W. His first name is the same as a California city, so I’m gonna call him Hollywood from now on.

Prologue

First I feel the need to share what I think about a relationship between a guy like me and a full-time Missionary must be like. I’ve been thinking about this and what I’ve come up with is a bit unorthodox – but probably closer to the truth then many people might realize. The type of relationship that I think is the closest is that of a Grandparent and their Grandchild. I’m sure every Grandparent loves their Grandchildren equally, but…there is always a favorite. I know this first hand because I’m known as #1 Grandson to my Grammy (and I’m sure others have felt the same way.) Also, a Grandparent thoroughly enjoys their time with a Grandchild…BUT…they are always relived to see them go. This is how I see myself and our Elders. Make sense?

The First Meeting

When Bruddah and family first moved back to the area he ended up getting a job that required him to work nights. Because of this I would hang out at his house and watch over the family. This is when the Missionaries started coming over. One particular day I was over there, hanging out, when there came a knocking on the door. Everyone was too scared to answer so they asked me to. I just happened to be wearing a t-shirt with “God hates Religion” splashed across the front. I opened the door and before me stood three or four gentlemen, dressed nicely. Only one of them talked…Hollywood. He asked if I was Bruddah and I said no. He asked when would be a good time to come back. I told him and he started to write it down in his little booklet. As he was writing he glanced up and saw my shirt. He acknowledged it and said “Nice shirt. We were talking about that earlier.” I was a bit embarrassed because I had forgotten it was on. They left and I didn’t see Hollywood for a few more weeks.

The Second Meeting

I lived just across the street and catty corner from Bruddah. I could look out my window and see if anyone was home. One particular day I was hanging out in my apartment when I decided to check out Facebook. Bruddah’s step-daughter had posted something like “Oh My Gosh…why did my Step-Dad let the hot Mormon Missionaries in?” I was thinking the same thing so I decided to check it out. This is what I saw…well, kind of.

Hollywood a couple of years before his Mission. Who else could make crutches look this good?

I walked right in and sat down on the opposite couch as them. Bruddah came in and introduced us, and I lit up a cigarette. (I probably smoked 5-6 in the 20 to 30 minutes I was over there.) They asked a few questions, one being “are you spiritual?” I answered no and they moved on to other things. They asked a few questions about movies and music and then I was on my way…to the bar. I got up and started to say goodbye. Hollywood shook my hand and said “Hey, if you need any help, with any thing…like lifting stuff, just let us know. We’re young and strong. AND…we won’t even try to convert ya.”  Famous last words. This was mid to late July, 2011.

19 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: 20 Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen. ~ Matthew 28: 19-20

Hooked on Tonics Answered for Me

It’s that time of the week again. Jen stops by to let us peek into her soul. Have a look…