OK, I'm pretty sure that photo essays are supposed to be more professional looking, but hey- it's me. You get what you pay for here.

Here's the warm-up band, entertaining the McPeople standing in line


Proof that people think anything goes when you go to an event. Scottish? Pirate? Medieval? We saw it all..

Pirates!


A little bit of everything!


We also saw people who don't have friends to tell them, "hey- that outfit is JUST WRONG"





I got my fill of cute lil' old men



...and very cute young men ::fans self::



And even cute little men (He'll soon grow into that kilt!)



I got to hang with some of my favorite peeps

McLori and McAngela (it was hot and humid, don't judge the hair!)


McTina and McWoody


McBJ, McWoody and one of my favorite kids EVER


And finally, I got to see one of the most UNFORTUNATE tattoo's ever. I mean, really, what was she thinking? The guys dared me to take a picture, and I had to be all Mata Hari about it. Worth it though, dontcha think?


Good times! More pictures can be found on my flickr account.

BJ unloaded the dishwasher last night. While not particularly noteworthy because he does get to it before I do about once every three to six months or so (snicker), it is worth mentioning because he puts things away differently than I do.

For example, he turns the cups and glasses upside-down in the cupboard. I put them away right-side up. I dunno- the idea of the rim of the glass touching possible dust is enough to give me the creeps. (OCD much?)

So now that the scene is set up properly, do you see what's coming?

I normally eat my granola dry from a coffee cup in the morning. I pulled the cup out of the cupboard and proceeded to pour the granola onto the bottom of the cup. Granola went EVERYWHERE before I noticed what I was doing.

I think we can safely say that it's a good thing I don't have young children at home. I'd probably diaper their head.

Stew, this one is for you. I can't think of ANYONE that would enjoy this more:

Avon and Somerset Police are running the recordings of telephone calls from foolish (and probably drunken or drugged) people who want to report trivial problems, such as losing eyeglasses, wanting to know when the Internet started, or having sore feet.

Good luck understanding what they're saying. Sarah, no offense but some of the British accents are really hard to understand. Yours, however is absolutely darling.

My new favorite word is "unfortunate". You can use that word in so many sentences. The ones that make me laugh the most (in no particular order) are:

• She's really unfortunate looking


• That was an unfortunate choice in outfits


• He had an unfortunate encounter with an ex-girlfriend

Am I the only one that is so amused by the word "unfortunate"?

Here's a challenge for you. Come up with more sentences using the word unfortunate in an amusing way. I'm an easy laugh, trust me.

Another poem addressed in the book "ten poems to change your life"

The Revolution
Kabir
Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat:
your shoulder is against mine.
You will not find me in stupas,
nor in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in the synagogue, nor in cathedrals, not in masses, nor kirtans,
not in legs twisting around the neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you look for me, you will find me instantly.
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: "Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath."

What has death and a thick body dances before
what has no thick body and no death.
The trumpet says, "I am you."
The spiritual master arrives and bows down
to the beginning student.
Try to live to see this!

I've never believed that organized religion is for everyone, although I do believe it is for many. To drill down even further, I believe that all religions (well, except the wacky ones) have a certain amount of truth and each, though different from each other, are the 'true' religion for some individuals. I believe that this poem is saying, there is no one particular place you'll find God (or whatever you call your light), because God is everywhere.

It's all about finding your light. Call it God, call it the Universe, or even the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It's my belief that this light is the same thing to different people even though it's called different names.

Heidi and Sam have been on a raw food journey and Sam has posted some wonderful posts about how the raw food journey has helped him to find his light. I think that's awesome. I'm just as excited for someone who has found a religion that fits them like a glove or has found freedom through a 12-step program. I know where I find my light, and that is in solitude and quiet.

I am in the next seat:
your shoulder is against mine.

...When you look for me, you will find me instantly.

Everyone needs to find their own way to open their eyes to that light in the next seat. The first step is simply the desire to see. I've always been curious about people who don't feel that desire to see. I don't judge it; I just don't understand it. It seems to me that life would feel empty and meaningless.

Where do you find your light?