This Prop 8 stuff has gotten out of hand. The people have spoken. Get over it. I just find it interesting that a greater percentage of the African-American population voted for this than did the LDS population. Why are the LDS people the primary target?
I was on a Braves message board the other day and there was a thread about it even on that site. Unbelievable! Then I read about a website that has been posted that lists persons or businesses that donated money in favor of stopping gay marriage in order for people to boycott/not patronize their businesses, etc. However, if a site was posted on the web that listed all the businesses/persons that were in favor of gay marriage and advocated boycotting them; oh my, would that be an issue!
Here's a quote from an article on Time.com that sums it up best:
"It's really awful," says Frank Schubert, campaign manager for Yes on Proposition 8. "No matter what you think of Proposition 8, we ought to respect people's right to participate in the political process. It strikes me as quite ironic that a group of people who demand tolerance and who claim to be for civil rights are so willing to be intolerant and trample on other people's civil rights."
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Gas less than $2 a gallon!
I never thought I'd see this day again, but there it was: $1.97 gas. The apocalypse must be upon us. My wallet/bank account is happy and I can now divert that money towards more important purchases, like chewing gum. Fill 'er up!!! (I hope to have a photo soon, because who knows how long it will last.)
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Johnny on the Spot
Well, today was interesting at church to say the least. But I guess it really starts a few weeks ago at Stake Conference.
A few weeks ago at Stake Conference I ended up running the choir and singing solo for the Priesthood Leadership session (surprise, using the song I was going to use for the adult session) and then sang for the Adult meeting later that Saturday evening (an impromptu rendition of "I Stand All Amazed" in which the pianist made up the accompaniment on the fly and we never rehearsed).
Then yesterday, Linda and I went to the Nashville Temple and an older brother there said "Good Morning, Brother Howe". I didn't recognize him off-hand and he said he remembered me from Stake Conference. So, okay, thanks.
Well, today the Temple President and his wife spoke in our ward, and that's when I realized oh, that guy is the guy from the temple yesterday. Oh, he's the temple president. Then, the unexpected happened.
"Before I continue my talk I'd like for Brother Howe to come up and sing Hymn number 247."
Uh, what?
I made my way up to the stand and my pianist from Stake Conference is the organist in my ward and we briefly chatted about what we were going to do. I flipped through the book and read the title "We Love Thy House, O God". It was then that I realized I was not familiar with this hymn in any way. Thankfully, it is short and I told her (Sis. Tanzy) that I needed the whole intro to learn the melody. So, away she went and I guess the rest is history. Nothing like sight-reading in front of 300 people.
I wasn't able to talk to him after the meeting, as they hurried off to go speak at another sacrament meeting. On a side note, they(President and Sister Sager) gave outstanding talks and come to find out that he was recently the bishop for President Monson's ward. I wonder how that Recommend interview goes. "Do you sustain..... uh, yourself as......"
I'm not sure whether having your Temple President know who you are is a good thing. Maybe he can hook me up with MOTAB or something... ;-)
A few weeks ago at Stake Conference I ended up running the choir and singing solo for the Priesthood Leadership session (surprise, using the song I was going to use for the adult session) and then sang for the Adult meeting later that Saturday evening (an impromptu rendition of "I Stand All Amazed" in which the pianist made up the accompaniment on the fly and we never rehearsed).
Then yesterday, Linda and I went to the Nashville Temple and an older brother there said "Good Morning, Brother Howe". I didn't recognize him off-hand and he said he remembered me from Stake Conference. So, okay, thanks.
Well, today the Temple President and his wife spoke in our ward, and that's when I realized oh, that guy is the guy from the temple yesterday. Oh, he's the temple president. Then, the unexpected happened.
"Before I continue my talk I'd like for Brother Howe to come up and sing Hymn number 247."
Uh, what?
I made my way up to the stand and my pianist from Stake Conference is the organist in my ward and we briefly chatted about what we were going to do. I flipped through the book and read the title "We Love Thy House, O God". It was then that I realized I was not familiar with this hymn in any way. Thankfully, it is short and I told her (Sis. Tanzy) that I needed the whole intro to learn the melody. So, away she went and I guess the rest is history. Nothing like sight-reading in front of 300 people.
I wasn't able to talk to him after the meeting, as they hurried off to go speak at another sacrament meeting. On a side note, they(President and Sister Sager) gave outstanding talks and come to find out that he was recently the bishop for President Monson's ward. I wonder how that Recommend interview goes. "Do you sustain..... uh, yourself as......"
I'm not sure whether having your Temple President know who you are is a good thing. Maybe he can hook me up with MOTAB or something... ;-)
Friday, November 7, 2008
Yet another video
Shameless self promotion continues. A bit seasonally early, though. This one is from Korea w/ a surprise cameo. Send all complaints to whatever@whatever.com The video is on the right.
(Yes, I know I'm too loud and you can't hear the band. But is this blog about them?)
(Yes, I know I'm too loud and you can't hear the band. But is this blog about them?)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Children's Books That Didn't Make It
Saw this at Orson Scott Card's website http://hatrack.com
Pretty Dang Funny or maybe that's because I've been up since 0345 this morning. UGH!
1. You Are Different and That's Bad
2. The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
3. Dad's New Wife Scott
4. Fun Four-Letter Words to Know and Share
5. Hammers, Screwdrivers, and Scissors: An I-Can-Do-It Book
6. The Kids' Guide to Hitchhiking
7. Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her
8. Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence
9. All Cats Go to Hell
10. The Little Sissy Who Snitched
11. Some Kittens Can Fly
12. That's It, I'm Putting You Up For Adoption
13. Grandpa Gets a Casket
14. The Magic World Inside the Abandoned Refrigerator
15. Garfield Gets Feline Leukemia
16. The Pop-Up Book of Human Anatomy
17. Strangers Have the Best Candy
18. Whining, Kicking, and Crying to Get Your Way
19. You Were An Accident
20. Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will
21. Pop! Goes the Hamster.and Other Great Microwave Games
22. The Man in the Moon is Actually Satan
23. Your Nightmares Are Real
24. Where Would You Like to Be Buried?
25. Eggs, Toilet Paper, and Your School
26. Why Can't Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet Be Friends?
27. Places Where Mommy and Daddy Hide Neat Things
28. Daddy Drinks Because You Cry
Pretty Dang Funny or maybe that's because I've been up since 0345 this morning. UGH!
1. You Are Different and That's Bad
2. The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
3. Dad's New Wife Scott
4. Fun Four-Letter Words to Know and Share
5. Hammers, Screwdrivers, and Scissors: An I-Can-Do-It Book
6. The Kids' Guide to Hitchhiking
7. Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her
8. Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence
9. All Cats Go to Hell
10. The Little Sissy Who Snitched
11. Some Kittens Can Fly
12. That's It, I'm Putting You Up For Adoption
13. Grandpa Gets a Casket
14. The Magic World Inside the Abandoned Refrigerator
15. Garfield Gets Feline Leukemia
16. The Pop-Up Book of Human Anatomy
17. Strangers Have the Best Candy
18. Whining, Kicking, and Crying to Get Your Way
19. You Were An Accident
20. Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will
21. Pop! Goes the Hamster.and Other Great Microwave Games
22. The Man in the Moon is Actually Satan
23. Your Nightmares Are Real
24. Where Would You Like to Be Buried?
25. Eggs, Toilet Paper, and Your School
26. Why Can't Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet Be Friends?
27. Places Where Mommy and Daddy Hide Neat Things
28. Daddy Drinks Because You Cry
Thursday, October 23, 2008
16 years and she's still hanging around?
Yeah, I know it's what you are thinking.
Well, another year of suffering has come and gone for my better half. We got cast out of heaven (refugees from Fort Huachuca), had a degree go down in a blaze of glory, a completion of another degree (you go, girl!), and have a teenager with a driver's permit.
However, that pales in comparison to what has happened since October 23, 1992. Yeah, that's right the early 90s, like when we graduated high school and got to vote in a presidential election for the first time, all in the same year. Exactly two years and 3 days after our first date, the crazy woman completely lost her mind and made the biggest blunder of her life, trading "I dos" with yours truly. Now, you may forever doubt her judgement, her taste in guys, or her sanity in general, but I will have you know that I didn't use a Jedi mind trick on her, as they only work on the week minded, nor did I have her drugged in any way on that fateful night 16 years ago.
16 years. How do you put up with a slacker for 16 years? How am I neither living on the streets dancing for pennies, nor chained to a bed post in a cuckoo farm spouting random lines from Star Trek ("Engage" "Make it so" "There are four lights!!!" "Shut up Wesley!")
Well, I think we all know; it's my hot bod! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!)
But seriously, what I ever did to end up with the woman of my dreams is unbeknownst to me and is one of the greatest unsolved mysteries since the beginning of time. Or..... it could be that time when I was 15 and went deep into the jungle and saw this Panamanian Witch Doctor who gave me the Elixir of Love made from the saliva of an iguana and mango juice extract. I left Panama soon thereafter and duped a poor girl into a date. Thankfully, she knows nothing about what I slipped into her drink that night and the rest is history.
Now, to quote Alfalfa of Little Rascals fame "Let's raise a toast to the girl I love most in the whole world.... LINDA!!!!!!!!
(Perhaps I drugged her after all) shhhhhhh
Well, another year of suffering has come and gone for my better half. We got cast out of heaven (refugees from Fort Huachuca), had a degree go down in a blaze of glory, a completion of another degree (you go, girl!), and have a teenager with a driver's permit.
However, that pales in comparison to what has happened since October 23, 1992. Yeah, that's right the early 90s, like when we graduated high school and got to vote in a presidential election for the first time, all in the same year. Exactly two years and 3 days after our first date, the crazy woman completely lost her mind and made the biggest blunder of her life, trading "I dos" with yours truly. Now, you may forever doubt her judgement, her taste in guys, or her sanity in general, but I will have you know that I didn't use a Jedi mind trick on her, as they only work on the week minded, nor did I have her drugged in any way on that fateful night 16 years ago.
16 years. How do you put up with a slacker for 16 years? How am I neither living on the streets dancing for pennies, nor chained to a bed post in a cuckoo farm spouting random lines from Star Trek ("Engage" "Make it so" "There are four lights!!!" "Shut up Wesley!")
Well, I think we all know; it's my hot bod! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!)
But seriously, what I ever did to end up with the woman of my dreams is unbeknownst to me and is one of the greatest unsolved mysteries since the beginning of time. Or..... it could be that time when I was 15 and went deep into the jungle and saw this Panamanian Witch Doctor who gave me the Elixir of Love made from the saliva of an iguana and mango juice extract. I left Panama soon thereafter and duped a poor girl into a date. Thankfully, she knows nothing about what I slipped into her drink that night and the rest is history.
Now, to quote Alfalfa of Little Rascals fame "Let's raise a toast to the girl I love most in the whole world.... LINDA!!!!!!!!
(Perhaps I drugged her after all) shhhhhhh
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
My Eight Things for Melissa
Here they are in not-so-random order:
1. Sometimes I secretly wish I had a higher voice so that the high notes would be easier.
2. Sometimes I wish I played a lighter and less expensive instrument than the tuba.
3. Who would’ve thunk that I would love school? There I said it. Admittance is the first step
on the road to recovery.
4. I think I enjoy Star Trek more than Star Wars, which is all GL’s fault.
5. I wish I could run without pain.
6. I have a terrible memory (Oh wait! You already knew that.)
7. Being a musician is the best job in the world; it just needs to pay more and not require a
uniform. Less than 5 years to go!!!!!!!!!!!
8. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday; it’s all about the food.
9. I have a terrible memory (I can’t remember if already said that.)
Off the top of my head, Mel missed Dad and Scott. (Yeah, Scott, we know you have a blog. And by the way Nick says you are a wussie man and will soon be shorter than him.)
A side note, Junior will likely be doing his Eagle Project this Saturday, as long every thing gets approved. He is determined to drive and get his license on his 16th birthday. He may yet prevail and has many moons before then to get it done. He is the MAN!!!!!!!!
1. Sometimes I secretly wish I had a higher voice so that the high notes would be easier.
2. Sometimes I wish I played a lighter and less expensive instrument than the tuba.
3. Who would’ve thunk that I would love school? There I said it. Admittance is the first step
on the road to recovery.
4. I think I enjoy Star Trek more than Star Wars, which is all GL’s fault.
5. I wish I could run without pain.
6. I have a terrible memory (Oh wait! You already knew that.)
7. Being a musician is the best job in the world; it just needs to pay more and not require a
uniform. Less than 5 years to go!!!!!!!!!!!
8. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday; it’s all about the food.
9. I have a terrible memory (I can’t remember if already said that.)
Off the top of my head, Mel missed Dad and Scott. (Yeah, Scott, we know you have a blog. And by the way Nick says you are a wussie man and will soon be shorter than him.)
A side note, Junior will likely be doing his Eagle Project this Saturday, as long every thing gets approved. He is determined to drive and get his license on his 16th birthday. He may yet prevail and has many moons before then to get it done. He is the MAN!!!!!!!!
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