Eleven Days

So maybe this is a little arrogant of me, but I'm going to do it anyway.  And I know that if I don't advertise myself, no one will. 

There are exactly eleven days until Patriot Idol 3, Songwriter's Edition.  February 7, 7:00. Page High School Auditorium.  Please come. 

Last time no one I invited came except a few friends from school and my parents, and I won 3rd place.  So if there are actually people there to vote for me, who knows what could happen!

(This is going to sound cocky again) The song I'm singing is a beautiful song, and I think a very relatable song.  I'm going to do my very best, and I would love it if any of you were there. 

Monday, February 7.  7:00.  Page High School Auditorium. 

I love you all!

Sunday Message

What more can I say?

In the mildest language, I adore you.

I finished Season 4, Episode 2 of Lark Rise to Candleford last night, and I must say, there is one thing I can't get off my mind. 

Hints:
(a) It comes from the preview of the next episode.

(b) It's a person.

(c) I cannot take him seriously no matter how hard I try.

If you still haven't guessed it, then here:

It's Mr. Guppy! (His real name is Burn Gorman.) He is delightfully absurd.  I fell in love with him the first time I saw Bleak House, and every other movie he's in just makes me smile. 
But the best thing about his role in Lark Rise to Candleford is that he is a preacher.  He looked so ridiculous in the 45-second preview that I laughed for most of it, and a little more after.   I cannot wait to see him in this role next week!

Here are some more pictures of how absurd he is:

And just because he looks so funny, here's a picture of Mr. Turveydrop.

If you haven't seen Bleak House, I highly recommend it.  It has a great plot, a crazy modgepodge cast of characters, and some really good acting. (The same goes for Lark Rise to Candleford, but that one's a lot longer...)

Let it snow!!

This is what it looks like today in my backyard.  I love snow. 
More correctly, I love sitting in my house sipping hot chocolate looking at the snow and thinking, "Good thing I don't have to be outside right now."

I think my favorite thing about the snow is the fact that everything is white.  There is all this ugly, dead grass and poky weeds and things that are all covered by the beautiful, sparkling, pure snow.  To me, it's a parallel to the atonement, like the story about the park and airport built on top of a landfill.  No matter what mistakes we've made, no matter how hideous our past, Christ can cover us with beautiful white snow. 
That is what I will be thinking today as I sit inside my warm house, looking at the beautiful blanket of white that coats the entire world.

T! E! M! What does that spell? TEM!

Today I accomplished the first half of my latest goal: auditioning for a role in "You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown."

I got to:
a) bemoan the fact that Charlie Brown had still not filled my supper dish, and I was dying a slow and agonizing death as I lay in hopeless starving despair on top of my (invisible) doghouse.
b) suggest to my older brother, Charlie Brown, that he should be a bench manager.  That way he could tell the bench what to do and decide where to place the bench as we entered the playing field.
c) give Charlie Brown a survey about my crabbiness (unanswered), personality (A: forceful), ability to get along with other people (None of the Above from "poor, fair, good and excellent"), and beauty (A: stunning out of choices "A: stunning, B: mysterious, and C: intoxicating.")  I have to say I learned a fair bit about myself.
d) Try to cheer "Give me a T! T! Give me an E! E! Give me an A! A! Give me an M! M! What does that spell? TEAM!" with the leader spelling team t-e-m. 

Can I just say that I love auditioning for plays?