Quick Question...

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Why is it that "good" guys fashion causes me to question as I drive down the street:

"Is that a guy with great fashion sense ... or a homeless man?"

There is something wrong with the world.

Or maybe just with me.

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Late Night Laughs

A few years ago there was a snow storm in the spring.

A blizzard in fact.

Odd things happened that day. Hours of watching movies, smoking hookahs, drinking special hot chocolate before noon...and watching two DVD's of Michael Jackson DVDS. Some vows were made -- when each of us got married, we would preform the Thriller dance as an important traditional part of the reception.

This year, we had the amazing pleasure of learning the dance with about 15 friends, (maybe more...I'm bad with numbers), and getting to preform at two of the crew's weddings.

And if I do say so myself...we kicked ass at it. It was a beautiful masterpiece...or something :)

I thought perhaps we were creative and unique...but tonight I'm having some trouble falling asleep tonight, so somehow, in the way that is only capable in late night internet searchs, I found myself on YouTube...viewing MANY other weddings doing the thriller dance.

It is SO funny I can barely explain it. You need to search YouTube for this. One video even made it on to Good Morning America!

Oh...deep laughter is so great...particularly when you are laughing so hard at almost one in the morning, but you're trying to quiet yourself down so you don't wake up sleeping roomates.

It's been a good night.

Love the old tunes that still speak so much truth

(...and yaye for listening Sufjan Steven's Christmas album in June...)

Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.