urban 4H clubs are just sad

Hee! Suburban ones aren't much better, even when they're close enough to farmland to have a few members with livestock to show. My sister got a sewing project chosen as first alternate to State Fair, and I got an electrical project sent to State Fair, but I don't really count that as mine, since my dad did about 60% of the work involved (when the judges questioned me on technique in Springfield, I was really thrown for a loop and lucky to get a red 2nd-place ribbon there).

Still, 4-H was more fun than Brownies for me (Kris and I stayed in the club for about 10 years).

Dude, the church I grew up in does this to CHRISTMAS CAROLS. No Lord, no "him" when referring to Jesus.

They also did it to the communion song, which was "From a Distance." Yes, by Bette Midler.

I can ride a bike and jumprope. I could never cartwheel. As a kid I was a pretty good hitter but a lousy fielder. I did a lot of ice skating as a kid. Seven years of piano lessons; two years of voice lessons. I sometimes think about getting some kind of keyboard to see if I can still play. I have a pleasant voice and I'm useful in a choir. I sing all the time around the house, but that's about it. I started refinishing furniture when I was about 11, because my dad did it. My mother still has some really ugly Christmas ornaments I made with styrofoam balls and glitter. I can't dance.

They also did it to the communion song, which was "From a Distance." Yes, by Bette Midler.

OK, that's kind of awesome.

I'm just still bitter about "O Come In Adoration."

Work has gone absolutely CRAXY. I don't think I've ever had this much work sitting on my desk before, and that's saying something. The new database system we're using belongs on Office Space.

WTF? WTFF? 2006, I thought you were gonna be good to me?

We also had Future Farmers of America in our high school.

I never belonged to any such group. No scouting, either. I was a loner.

Plei, did you get the dvds I sent you? I realized that I had not yet YSId the final episode.

D'oh! Yes. Then in the rush of holidays and colds, I forgot to mention it.

Also, the thing from msbelle arrived.

(I have a todo stack of thank you cards in the living room, yes.)

I was a suburban brownie scout. I kicked ass at cookie-selling by giving my father a copy of the order form and letting him pass it around at his law firm.

Hee!

Senior pastor at South Tulsa Baptist Church, Lonnie Latham, who also happens to be one of four Southern Baptist Convention executive committee members from Oklahoma, has had harsh words for homosexuals and against same-sex marraige in the past:

He has also spoken out against same-sex marriage and in support of a Southern Baptist Convention directive urging its 42,000 churches to befriend gays and lesbians and try to convince them that they can become heterosexual "if they accept Jesus Christ as their savior and reject their sinful, destructive lifestyle."

On Tuesday night, in the parking lot of the Habana Hotel in Oklahoma City - a location in Oklahoma City well known as being an area where someone might encounter a male prostitute - Pastor Latham drove his 2005 Mercedes there, got out, and asked a young man to come back to his hotel room and engage in oral sex with him.

Sounds like oodles of closeted gay fun, fun, fun on a boring Tuesday night, huh? Well, unfortunately for Pastor Latham, his hoped-for gay sexual partner was actually an undercover police officer investigating prostitution complaints at the Habana Hotel. Latham was arrested for "offering to engage in an act of lewdness", and his Mecedes was impounded. On Wednesday he posted $500.00 bail and was released pending trial. The lewdness charge is a misdemeanor and carries a potential penalty of $2500.00 and a year in jail.

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Dude, I was in 4-H! I had a sewing project at the Blue Hill Fair! Silly little sisters not remembering their siblings' triumphs.

I can swim and like to, even for exercise since I can get so completely distracted by thinking that I don't notice I'm swimming. As opposed to, say, running, where I am simultaneously bored but too busy going "pain in lungs, cannot breathe, legs not so happy either" to be able to distract myself with thoughts. I don't like to swim in lakes because of icky bottoms, but am okay with the sea, although I don't swim so much as get buffeted in the surf zone.

I can ride a bike (but am afraid of cars), ice and roller skate with basic competence, throw, catch and hit balls and frisbees, again at a basic level. I cannot do a cartwheel to save my life, and couldn't even as a child. I can sing in tune okay, and dance okay, but neither are great talents. I am a decent pencil artist and once drew humping bunnies to be the clue for "multiplication" in Pictionary, seriously embarrassing my then 13-year old sister (not Nutty). It was a great picture but did not lead to the guessing of the clue.