Oh the thoughts that race through my head. Prepare yourself as I don't think I can hold these in for any future posts.

1. I just watched "Hairspray" and I don't believe I could have enjoyed it more. But what is most ironic is that it reminded me of Spring Sing. And for those of you who don't know, I was costume designer of Chi Omega Pi/Delta Gamma Rho' s "Fellowship of the Rings" Spring Sing event in 2005. We won first place beating Ju Go Ju and Ko Jo Kai. So basically I won. Me. Back to Hairspray- so wonderful and cute. My favorite part was the crazy mom sprinkling holy water on Penny (Amanda Bynes) yelling "Devil Child. Devil Child." That also brought back memories of Spring Sing. But the songs are so catchy and fun. I got up and danced around my living room. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was because it was fun. I like to think I danced off my Taco Bell.

2. The lady in front of me at the Taco Bell drive-thru bought my dinner with only a note of "Merry Christmas." Granted it was only $2.98 but I was so touched that she would think of this that I'm going to buy the person behind me at Starbucks their drink next time I'm there. So tomorrow.

3. Whilst "Hairspray" is fun, it has a nice message of integration. And this also brings me back to Harding. I wonder as they sing "You Can't Stop the Beat" every year in the Benson if they think about integration and I wonder if Harding was for or against it. I like to think against all odds that they would have been for it. Sometimes it's good to be liberal and change the worldviews of people. Just because something has been doesn't mean that it's right and people forget that all the time. They think being conservative aligns them with God since they want prayer in school and God left in the Pledge of Allegiance. As far as I'm concerned, sure go for it. But don't forget everyone else either. Just because they are whatever... not your issue. Move on to bigger pastures. Like finding me a job (contact me for a resume).

4. I've been thinking about my classic Church of Christ upbringing. I have two stories that I think are the crux of any C of C childhood. 1.) It was 7th grade and someone asked me what I "was" (as in Methodist, Catholic, etc.). I said "Christian" because that was the logical answer. He kept asking over and over since I would give the right answer. But I didn't know any other answer. My teacher came the rescue and explain that I was Church of Christ and we simply called ourselves Christian. 2.) It was 5th grade and my teacher was playing a trivia game. I had answered the Christmas flower question (Answer: poinsettia) and my solo follow-up question was "Whose Birthday do we celebrate on Christmas Day?" I didn't know!!! No one had ever told me. When I didn't have an answer Mrs. Sipes, the evil lady, looked at my like I was stupid- which wasn't true. It was just that she was Methodist and her parents told her early on that it was supposedly Jesus' birthday. Mine never did. Apparently his birth has not been verified per se on December 25th and everyone knows that day was simply merged with a pagan holiday (for which I applaud the pagan idea of gift giving) for appearances. I lost the game and the respect of my teacher. I blame my Mom for never telling me.

5. This was longer than anticipated, enjoy.