Guess where I was last night?

(Here's a hint.)







(You know, you can't touch this.)








Ladies and Gentlemen, this man rocked out the Queen City last night. Clearly, he is too legit to quit.

Musically speaking

It seems we are all born with perfect pitch. Or so says Daniel Barenboim.

Tonight is movie night at Freedom Park.

























Anyone seen it?

Early Church patrons

and vicar's wives...

Reading the blog of a red-headed, Reformed Baptist this morning, I came across Comment No. 1. Riiigghht.

I have decided that golf is the "anti-sport".

This weekend I had my first experience of a golf tournament. Thanks to a friend who had a couple extra tickets, Bryan and I packed up only ourselves (mobile phones and handbags larger than a wallet were not allowed) and took a shuttle to Quail Hollow Country Club to watch Saturday's Wachovia Championship. I was a beautiful day and we had a lovely time walking around and watching grown men play glorified putt-putt. Here's the thing I just don't get - how do they get tens of thousands of people be so quiet? It was amazing!

In two weeks I'm trying out another new sport. Here's a hint: I've been given tickets to an event at Lowe's Motor Speedway. (I'm scared!)

Courtesy of Julia C.

Now that she has finally admitted it to the world, I'd like to announce that:

Rachel Caulk is getting married!



















(aren't they cute?)

I just have one thing to say-

Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas.