Can someone please explain to me why there is a book at the Christian bookstore entitled "What Would Jesus Eat?" How does stuff like that get published? It kind of makes me want to weep…and gnash my teeth, for that matter. In attempt to not make my blog site an incessant rant I’m going to rapidly change the subject…
For those of you who don’t know I have always wanted to kick a pigeon. If you think about it they’re the perfect distance off of the ground, like a football on a tee. And I’m pretty sure that the feathers flying would be a fantastic sight. Do you think the bird would be able to maintain flight after the initial boot? I don’t know if this is wrong but I don’t think I would feel the least bit guilty about it. In fact, I think I would be doing society a favor by eliminating one of the world’s most vile creatures. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t dislike all animals…only pigeons.

Well it's 11:43 pm so I only have a few minutes to complete this blog in order to keep Brent off my back. As for yesterday, I went to "Celebrate Freedom." For those of you who don't know, it's a massive Christian concert with fireworks and the like. I've come to the conclusion that when a person is introduced as "legendary" they really shouldn't even take the stage. Nor should that person, assuming they did take the stage, ever announce that "now we're going to take it up an octave." Disaster.
Out of time...more tomorrow.

question. Why is the first question everyone asks me "What's next?" God revealed Himself to me in ways I never expected at Capernwray. He taught me things that revolutionized the way I view Him, and the world around me. Then I returned home...
"How was England?"
amazing.
"What are you doing now?"
...Why do you care? I would think the more important question would be "Where are you now compared to when you left?"
For the record, I don't know what's next. I can't even figure out the now. But I'm going to go to school somewhere so you can rest in the knowledge that Katherine will obtain a 4-year degree.