LICENSE

Hope has now attained the much sought after driver's license. Every chance she gets she is trying to hijack one of the Roderick automobiles. She is the final Roderick girl to achieve this majestic goal.

Nothing more need be said.

HOW DO WE GET TO GOD?

I just left a photo shoot and let me tell you . . . did I learn what for! The question was "How do we get to God?"

"He lives in a blue house."

"You could take a rocketship but it takes a really long time, like 2 hours."

"Well, you can rent jetpacks for $1.00."

"There is a really long escalator."

"You could get wings, I think the tooth fairy has them."

"I know you can't drive."

"My cat is in heaven where God lives."

"Sometimes you have to die."

"God and Jesus both live in the sky on clouds."

"You have to go past the planets somewhere."

Out of the mouths of babes.

IT'S A 50'S THING: #21

I was working in the backstage area of the Treehouse, became warm, and took off my sweater.

I heard someone come into the room, which is unusual on a Tuesday morning. I went to see who had invaded my domain.

I had forgotten that Kurt was doing a workshop for several people and he had brought them up for a visit. I went to open the back storeroom door so attendees could have a look see at where I store all my gadgets.

I returned to the backstage room where a mirror is hanging on the wall just inside the door. It is there for our actors to check costuming before going on stage. Being the vain person I am, I always look at myself to make sure I am presentable.

Today as I viewed my image I was simply mortified. When I had removed my sweater I neglected to pull my shirt down and my lily white belly was hanging out. Yes, for all of Kurt's workshop people to see.

Lord have mercy.

DROPPED IT

You will understand what I am talking about if you have ever stayed in a hotel with a room mate. Every sound you make at home is intensified in the close living quarters of your small temporary home.

That is why I told Cherylynn not to be offended by any strange noise seeping under the bathroom door. Kim & Holly were visiting and I told them as well. I will be frank. I needed to drop a duce big time and explained the situation to them. They were totally understanding as I closed the door.

As I plopped down onto the majestic throne to begin the process I heard guffaws coming from the other room. I heard the small voice of Holly say "She dropped it." I was mortified.

I emerged with a reddened face and explained that I had, indeed, warned them. They looked at me with innocent eyes. "I heard Holly" I said. They burst out laughing. I was not amused.

Apparently it had nothing to do with me. Kim dropped a sheet of the book she was putting together and Holly simply drew her attention to that fact.

You see. Pure Roderick.

TACO BELL

It started innocently enough. Innocuous even. But somewhere it went horribly wrong.

We, all of us girlfriends, were sitting in our hotel room finishing up a recipe book to be gifted the next day in our main session. You see we were enjoying our Girlfriends Getaway. A weekend meant to grow us spiritually, emotionally and create community among believers. We were, after all, mature in our walk. Really.

We were gathered in our comfy, cozy PJ's chatting each other up when suddenly the conversation took an odd turn. Someone said "Have you ever eaten at Taco Bell? It gives me the worst f**ts." Wait. What? Girls just don't talk that way. "Yeah. I call them Taco Bell f**ts. They wreak." I am stunned at the frankness of my bff's. "You know how you can quiet a f**t? Gently raise one of your butt cheeks and it just wisps gently out making nary a sound."

These are my spiritual accountability partners. These are women I go to with struggles. These are downright gorgeous female examples of perfection.

Seriously. The best "stinkin" weekend ever :). Love you bunches my bff's: CB, CH, CW, HR, KT, MH, PC, SH,