Mark your calendars. War could start next Thursday. I would hate for you to plan a picnic knowing that a war would be starting. And sometimes I wonder how good are we at keeping secrets. When the British tabloid “The Sun” knows when war will start.
And Bush told Chirac ‘We will not forgive and we will not forget.” in regards to the threatened veto of the UN referendum authorizing force against Iraq.
So I’m anxious about this Iraq situation. How will it affect me? How will it affect America? Are we going to see more terrorism on our soil? Its something I can’t control, yet I feel it is important enough to share my fear of dread with you. Then I think of the lilies (Luke 12:27-28) and remember everything’s gonna be alright.
So I discovered Bob Dylan’s “Positively 4th Street” the other day on where else…Lightning 100. What a great song. Its too bad today’s generation has no sense of Dylan’s genius in songwriting….unless of course the Dixie Chicks decide to cover one of his tunes.
I’m compiling a list of Wonder Years quotes. I hope to make a whole page containing the quotes on this site. The first one comes from the episode titled “Private Butthead.” Don’t let the episode title fool you. Its got a great quote at the end:

“Love is never simple. Not for fathers and sons. We spend our lives full of hope and expectations. And most of the time we are bound to fail. But that afternoon as I watched my father sheltering his son against a future that was so unsure, all I knew was they didn�t want to let each other down anymore.”

It wasn’t the acting that made that a great series. Dana McKeller (Winnie) couldn’t act. And to some extent neither could Fred Savage. It was the writing that made the series exceptional.
And today is Mardi Gras. I remember the one and only time I celebrated Mardi Gras was in my 9th grade French class. We had some kinda bead party. It was pretty lame as I remember it. Our teacher seemed to be the only one excited about it. Methinks she had never celebrated it before at a “real party” in New Orleans…
Anyways I had a friend from college who lived near Biloxi, Mississippi. She said all along the gulf coast, each city has their own Mardi Gras celebration. Typically Biloxi’s celebration is much more tame compared to New Orleans.
Mardi Gras…what a strange celebration. Everyone is sinning right up until midnight and the everyone all of a sudden gets religion in their life or something. I guess it’s that type of mindset. Living unholy lives when nobody is looking, and then during a 40 day part of the year, giving up chocolate or something….