Is it just me or is Wednesday night the worst night of television all week long? Oh, I know there are a bunch of you who watch “Lost”, but that convoluted ship passed me by about three years ago. And, yes, there’s always the “American Idol” results show, but Seacrest kills me with all his drama.
Dude, it’s just a talent competition, not something important like the Showcase Showdown on “The Price is Right”.
Anyway, none of that is really the issue here. Consider it foreshadowing for all the nonsense that’s to come.
Over the last few days, a couple of questions have come up that I wanted to answer. Not to mention the fact that I can’t really come up with anything else to write about.
1. Many of you asked how I know Beth Moore. The short version is that I became friends with her daughter, Amanda, through the wonder that is the internet. We’d read each other’s blogs for about a year and finally got to meet in person at a Deeper Still event in Atlanta last summer when I was there to write for the Allaccess blog.
Since then, we’ve seen each other from time to time if we happen to be in the same city and have become real life friends, not just nerdy computer friends.
So, going out to dinner with Beth isn’t a regular occurrence. In fact, that’s the only time it’s ever happened. Although she does call me CONSTANTLY when she needs someone to translate a Biblical reference to the original Hebrew.
If my twenty-year-old self could read that last sentence she would die a little because how did I become a person who makes dorky Bible study jokes?
Truth be told, I don’t know any Hebrew. Except “shalom, y’all”.
2. The other question was about the ribbons on my front door.
That is a Fiesta wreath. There is a big celebration every year in April called Fiesta. It involves lots of parades and people dressing up as faux royalty and riding in police-escorted caravans all over town so they can blaze through stoplights like they’re on their way to a medical emergency as opposed to visiting a local preschool to hand out medals to a group of people who aren’t even potty-trained.
Anyway, you see these wreaths everywhere in San Antonio. Many of them have all sorts of little things tucked in them like a tiny Mariachi band that plays “Guantanamera”, but I chose to go with something more simple.
If you can call something covered in multi-colored ribbons and flowers that are bigger than my head, simple.
And I believe that concludes the question-answering portion of this post, but I have an idea.
If you have any other questions that you’ve ever wanted to ask, leave them in the comments and I’ll do my best to answer some of them at some point next week, or maybe never depending on how I feel and what the questions are.
I’ll even tell you what I weigh. In my dreams.
Also, I’m heading to New Orleans this weekend so if you have any restaurant recommendations, feel free to share.
And thus concludes a post that makes even less sense than “Lost”.