Today was a Starbucks day. I'm half-way considering protesting Starbucks because of their "The Way I See It" quotes. The quotes come from reknowned thinkers and everyday customers, and many of the thoughts seem positively anti-Christian. I'm not one of the zealots. I listen to rock music and have no problem with fantasy novels. I generally ignore most religious conflicts, but I can't ignore individuals who seem to feel that their opinion is more valuable than mine. I try to respect the beliefs of others and trust that their decisions were made according to what they considered to be logical. I resent being made to feel that because I believe in a Creator, I must be an ignorant bumpkin. I hate that my conservative views automatically brand me as closed-minded and incapable of intelligent thought. I don't mind someone expressing their opinion, but I expect them to show the same respect for other's ideas as they expect for their own. The end. I don't want to turn this journal into a rant, so I will focus on something positive.
Mom's co-worker just returned from New York and brought me back a Hard Rock t-shirt. I have Hard Rock t-shirts from every Hard Rock I've ever been to except the one in NYC. Hearing about the places they visited only makes me want to go back more. There's an unexplainable draw to the lights and commotion. It's not something I would want permanently, but it serves to energize. The city revives your senses in a way stillness cannot, but a peaceful field under the stars soothes the soul. Someday I will find a way to maintain both. It's not even Monday, but I'm already looking forward to the weekend. It will bring round two of David's celebrations, and I'm counting on it being as memorable as his most recent party.
When we started cleaning up his toys this afternoon, he mumbled something indistinguishable, but then tacked on the word "birthday" at the end. It was like he was saying, "But it's my birthday..." He then walked around saying, "Birthday party" for the next few minutes.
Oh. And Emily laughed for the first time this weekend. I don't know how Dad got her to do it, but I caught the last little giggle on video.
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I forgot to get that check from you .... maybe you could mail it to the office .... ~d
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