I was honestly kidding about the dirty, but abjectly ridiculous when it comes ot corporate poo isn't uncommon.

And now I need to find a Hobby Lobby and look for that sign. That's awesome. I wonder why it's there, though. Tragic accident?

Relient K, Forget and Not Slow Down

...and NPR earlier, including but not limited to some classical music, news and Click&Clack.

I'm thinking the vans exist in their specific brand and state in order to make the youths more thankful every time they survive a ride.

I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty sure one of my earlier youth groups' van, The Tank [so named because it got clipped by a mini van and showed no damage while the minivan lost the right side-view mirror], died because its engine eventually melted in upon itself. Horrific demise, but spectacular at the same time. I hope someone started a group hum of "You Are His Cheeseburger" as it was towed off to populate a junk yard...

I think this is, in a way, a funny question for me, because the answer is yes, but at the same time no. In high school, I was one of those crazy stiff Christians who got more behind the judgment line than the loving others line. Then, I spent a year at a Christian college and met some pretty darned liberal Christians. At first I was appalled. Then I was curious. Then I let my standards slide because I was trying to be one of the cool liberal Christians.

Since that frosh year, I've been swinging back around to some of my original stiffness, but am still about ten times more liberal than I used to be. Some of it is through habit, some of it is through disgust at what I used to be.

So the answer is a resounding "sort of."

Valid point, sah!

Like every job, the store has good days and bad days and days in between. I tend to enjoy it, most of the time. I love to talk to people about their crafts and help them figure things out. I enjoy hearing about VBS themes and Sunday School projects for stories. New spins on things I remember.

The only thing that breaks my heart is when these same people pitch fits because they're doing something en masse for a church and can't get us to do exactly what they want, for whatever reason. Those are the bad days for me.

You say that now, but I know how women are about their crafting supplies. Oh, I know.

Oh how I know.

No worries, really. Everyone has their preference.

Being a Michael's employee [largely through necessity], I feel as though I should stick up for my corporate big house craft store...but I've never been in a Hobby Lobby. Not through professional snobbery, but rather through never having actually seen one.

I feel dirty now. And a little sad.

I can't say I've ever noticed a Dad-bashing father's day sermon, but I have to say this:

When you ended with "What say you?" all I could do was picture you, as Aragorn, standing in the tunnels under the mountain on the way to the massive battle, hollering up at a whole bunch of duty-shirking dads [green and translucent like the traitorous masses of ghosties in the film]. "WHAT SAY YOU?!"

Seriously, awesome.