Zoe is 10 today. I am taking her, Jessie, and 3 pals to the Hannah Montana 3D movie on Saturday. Oh joy. No, I am not looking forward to it. I got her all excited about it, because, duh, 10 year old girls like the chick. And then I find out that tickets are 15.00 instead of 7.50 cuz of the 3D. Sheesh!!!!

I asked God if He could break off just a chunk of my eternal reward that I could enjoy NOW, if there could be some prosperity and easier times around the corner. I was talking to him on my way home from work, in the dark, wee hours, as I often do. I asked Him if I whined too much, and what he looked like, and was he in the car with me, and could he say something, anything, to me. I told him I really looked forward to seeing him someday, and how was my mansion coming along. That I don't really deserve or need a mansion. That just to BE THERE, safe, in a beautiful, peaceful, perfect environment, where HE WAS, and where there was no worry or extreme fatigue, or sin, or ugliness, would be worth SO MUCH!!!! Does anyone else have outrageous conversations like these at Jesus? I really want him to like me. I hope I make him smile sometimes.