I had a crazy mania hang over this morning. I wrote two or three songs yesterday then decided I wanted to start playing live again so I stayed up late making profiles on music finder sites. I think I went a little too far though. When it asked what your looking for I said a jazz band, a folk band and a AAA rock band. hmmm… That’s gonna cut into my week. What I’d really like to do is a Jazz band right now. I have a great albums worth of songs written with some Kompoz guys and it would be something new for me to sing without the protection and comfort of a guitar on my shoulder.
I took my anxiety pills before church because I always get a little anxious with having to talk to people and I ended up falling asleep through part of the sermon, spittle hanging off my chin. I’m sorry I missed it because it was a good sermon on John 15:1-11 about Jesus cutting off the limbs of the tree that do not produce fruit. I noticed when he first read it the conditional statement of (IF) “IF you obey my commandments you will abide in my love” I thought my pastor might skip over that statement, but he didn’t he’s a good pastor. And assured us that when we get to heaven God won’t ask us our theology, he’ll examine the fruits. Of course this just makes me sick to my stomach because my fruits have been rotting in the bottom drawer with the brown head of lettuces. But I was glad he didn’t gloss over it like so many others do. It made me feel like I was in trustworthy hands. I don’t want to be lied to when it comes to eternal things.
I also had a pleasant/un-pleasant surprise. One of the ladies at my church who is also my sons math teacher, somehow got on my kingez facebook. When she told me this all the blood ran from my face and out the back of my pants. I just kept thinking, “when.” I hope it wasn’t before last Thursday when I ran around facebook like a angry baboon with a banana up his butt. But of course, it was Thursday that she found me, before my brother had a chance to clean up my mess. She also read my blog, lord have mercy. But, she was very very gracious, and I didn’t feel so strange after I talked to her. But, I guess I’m laying it all out… why keep my pants on at church and take them off everywhere else I go. Hi Doris, if your reading this. Don’t flunk my child cause his father is a dunce
I’m a little nervous about next week. I have to go to a group therapy thing every night for two weeks! Besides having to mortgage the house to do this, I don’t like groups of 1 or more. Usually that one being me. Should make for some interesting blogs. I got in a fight last Group therapy I went to. It was called a “jury” and I was the only stand out on a botched breast job case. I thought her breast look just fine.