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the price is right and foreverlazy

-getting back to work this week has made it the longest week ever.  i swear it's been friday for three days now. 

-in the category of "it's a small world, after all," we knew two different people who won prizes on "the price is right" this week.  TWO!  it was celebrity week on the price is right, and our first friend, armando, won the whole showcase with snoop dog on the show.  then, samantha,  the daughter of a woman in our church won a car and $10,000 on the show that neal patrick harris was on.  crazy. 

-have you seen the commercial for the "foreverlazy?"  possibly the worst idea i have ever seen.  they are fleece footed pajamas that you can wear out of the house.  i can only assume the low price of $19.95 or whatever it is must include whatever chemicals you need to inhale deeply to put you into a frame of mind that allows you to think it is okay to wear them anywhere, let alone in public. 

-started watching "the help" last night after the kids went to bed.  being old, we didn't finish it.  we'll finish it tonight.  about halfway through, i must say, i really like it.  i didn't even really know what it was about, but i am, so far at least, impressed with the way it is handling some tricky race issues. 

--this week in church we are starting a new sermon series called "when Christians get it wrong," based on the book by the same title by rev. adam hamilton of church of the resurrection in leawood, kansas.  this series will take a look at some of the ways that christians sometimes forget our main calling and get caught up in "majoring in the minors."  it is also about how these little distractions have become focal points for many churches, further convincing the world that the church in general is irrelevant, judgmental, and hypocritical.  we will be taking a look at how we, as one local church, might start to rethink some of this, and do our best to embody the things Jesus told us were most important: loving God and loving others.  during this series, we'll be dealing with some very touchy issues, like faith and science, politics, and homosexuality, to name a few.  it should be interesting! 

-oversized orc terrell suggs has publicly ridiculed tim tebow's faith, for no apparent reason.  didn't know it was possible, but i like terrell suggs even less now. 

-not that i'm a huge tim tebow fan.  i mean, i think he's really earnest and has a good heart.  i just hope the steelers catch lots of his passes this week. 

-speaking of that, i haven't said much on here about the upcoming playoff game, but don't interpret that as me being somehow disinterested.  believe me, i am more than amped about this!  the steelers are awful banged-up in terms of injuries, so i don't have my hopes set too high for a long playoff run here, but i am certainly hopeful for a win against the colorado horsies this week.  man, i love playoff time.  go steelers!


Mrs. Milinovich said…
We loved "The Help"! I read the book last year from a recommendation and loved it as well. The messages are profound.

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