Icarius

the mythical Greek character who melted his wings when he got too close to the sun. U2 makes a reference to him in the song Even Better than the Real Thing. I guess I am a little obsessed since the concert is a month and a half away. I found a cool web site that discusses the meaning behind U2's song. I had no idea they had so many literary allusions.

Convention Time

I can't believe our convention passed so quickly. I really think this was the best one yet. I know everyone probably says that. But I seriously don't think there was a single time in the program that didn't catch my attention. I can't wait to read all the new publications and see the DVD.

I really thought about what what I wanted to get out of this convention. The part on the traps of Satan was great. I could stand to read the notes on the trap of the fire. Differences between our brothers and sisters can snare us at any time. That is is a hard one to avoid. Someone is always getting on my nerves.:)

I had to help out at the front desk at work on Thursday and yesterday. I have a new found respect for receptionist. I would rather be peed on by a dog than deal with an irate person on the phone. Or a crazy drunk person trying to make an appointment. Or an even crazier person trying to get me to make 100 copies of her cat's records for herself. Do you know how fast I was to telling her to go to Kinko's. Oh well. I can't complain. There are so many people who don't have jobs in this economy.

The convention helped me to have the right prospective in this time of the end. Things are getting worse for a reason. Now is not the time to be distracted. Get on the ball and be ready. Such good reminders.

Eyes of the World are Watching you

I've not blogged for a while. I feel kind of bad about that, but it's better late than never. Lots of things have happened over the last few weeks. I had a corneal abrasion on my left eye. That was A LOT (note the sarcasm) of fun. It was a real treat to have to work without any contacts or glassed because stupid me let my prescription run out and I never had my glasses replaced. My fault totally. The eye doctor, in a really polite way, told me how stupid I was for not seeing him sooner. Again, my fault totally. He is this big, gruff Italian guy, who reminded me of Tony Soprano. In my narrow mind, most hefty, Italian guys remind me of Tony Soprano.

My living room and dining room got a nice makeover, thanks to Jason's dad. He came up last weekend without Lynn. It was a nice visit for the most part. He mostly painted, drank Jack Daniels and reminisced with Jason over the past. I mostly stayed out of their way. I didn't feel much like painting or reminiscing. Plus, the battery in the Pacifica died right as we were heading out to Outback for my parents anniversary Saturday night. Not fun at all.