Tracey and I joined Mom and DD for dinner at the Cracker Barrel. We got a new waiter who seemed very nervous. He didn’t do too bad but our meals took a rather long time and then the manager showed up to tell us there was a problem with Tracey’s order and it would be another 10 minutes. We never did get the straight of what went wrong with her order but the manager dude took half off the price of our total bill for Tracey having to wait. The waiter didn’t do bad for being a newbie but did the usual trying to snatch plates up as I am sure he was taught to do. I always feel like they are trying to give me the bum’s rush when they do that. I know they want to get people in and out as fast as possible to make the most money but it is disturbing when you are trying to have some pleasant dinner conversation and they keep interrupting all the time.
Ben called Aaron while we were eating last evening and told him they had received an award for the Best New Team or some such. Ben called around 10:30 and Aaron went to the school to pick Ben up. I think Aaron missed his brother more than he wanted to let on. Ben really didn’t visit with us much before he and Aaron disappeared into Ben’s room and Ben relayed the entire 3 days of fun and festivities with him. I imagine we will get the parent safe version of events some time later this afternoon.
Democratic presidential candidate Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill., left, shown here with his pastor, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright of Trinity United Church of Christ in Chicago, March 10, 2005. Obama on Friday March 14, 2008 denounced inflammatory remarks from his pastor, who has railed against the United States and accused the country of bringing on the Sept. 11 attacks by spreading terrorism.
Bono (the lead singer) asks the audience for some quiet. Then he starts to slowly clap his hands. Holding the audience in total silence, he said into the microphone, “I want you to think about something. Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies.”
A voice from the front of the audience yells out, “Then stop clapping, you idiot!”
It was Palm Sunday and, because of a sore throat, five-year-old Johnny stayed home from church with a sitter. When the family returned home, they were carrying several palm branches.
The boy asked what they were for.
“People held them over Jesus’ head as he walked by,” his older brother explained.
“Wouldn’t you know it,” the boy fumed. “The one Sunday I don’t go, He showed up!”
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