As a DJ I run into this all the time. “We are on a tight budget” normally means, “Please do this for free.” It gets very old as my DJ equipment cost about 10,000 dollars and the song library constantly has to be updated and of course there is a great deal more to being a good DJ than just playing music. If you just want music played, just break out your home stereo and hook up your iPod…
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SOS New Name Challenge Top Names
With over 450 names submitted, we have narrowed down the names we like to these:
TruthPark Media
Soul Road Media
Change MEdia
OneClick Bible
Deliver MEdia
Trust MEdia
Edified Media
Yearn Media
Heart Change
BibleTV
WordTV
VoxLight Media
Move Me Media
Move MEdia
Hud Media
Epic Love Media
Can I get your thoughts? Which of these names do you like?
If you aren’t sure what this is about, we are rebranding www.songofsolomon.com since our site now encompasses more than just Song of Solomon.
Thanks for your feedback, it is Extremely important!!
- The average age in Waco is 112
- Waco is full of strange people who look crazy, I am sure that is why David Koresh picked it as a launching pad for his cult.
- Waco got pregnant during junior high and that is why the Capital was moved to Austin instead of the original Waco location.
- Waco has a number of people who ride around on scooters – sometimes they use their scooters instead of their cars. Probably because their cars are upon blocks in their front lawn.
- One upside to Waco is the River, the downside is that it looks like a great place to dump trash and bodies.
- The things that you can do in Waco are either scary or annoying – scary because I think people want to mug me or annoying because people won’t get out of my way.
- While driving through Waco I saw a lot of expensive wheels hauling out their trash.
- Waco, your mom called from the grave and said stop embarrassing her, she’s tired of rolling over.
Or at least Texas Holly and Miss-Elaine-ous are cool like that. Thank you ladies for planning such a great event!
About a month ago my friend Jes sent me an email that read, “DFW Blogger Dinner Party planned for February 28th” and I replied immediately, “I’m in!” I mean you are combining 3 of my favorite things: Food, People and Blogging. How could I say no? The only thing more tempting would be a pillow fight with Giselle Bundchen, Heidi Klum and Tyra Banks.
When the date for the blogger party finally rolled around my best friend Joe came into town for a wedding and so I forced him to come along with promises of delicious food and fun people. Unfortunately for the price the food wasn’t all that delicious, but the people more than made up for it.
When Joe and I first arrived at the Grand Lux and we saw this gaggle of women all standing around I turned to Joe and said, “Do you want to stay or should we just go someplace else?” I was feeling a little out of place and that is when Texas Holly swooped in and introduced herself and then I met Jay and Jenny B and I was suddenly at home. In a group of strangers I need only a couple of nice faces to bring me out of my shell and then look out! Seriously, look out, because I have a tendency to try to dominate the conversation and put on a show. As Britney says, “There are two types of people in the world, the kind that entertain and the ones that observe.” I’m the one that entertains… or I try to.
At my table: Bianca, Jes, Laurie, Jean, Jenny, Anything But Nice and of course Joe. We had a great time talking about everything and nothing and then the ladies at my table started hovering together and talking about Twilight – here is where I piped up and said, “My name is Edward!” – what I didn’t divuldge was that I am also a Vampire and that the Twilight series was based loosely on my life.
At the end of the night I zipped down to the other end of the table and met Natalie and Dorsey and a few other cool ladies. I think part of the reason I feel right at home with a group of ladies is that I have two older sisters and I graduated from Texas Woman’s University and because women like me. I always smell like chocolate and I look huggable and women like hugs and chocolate.
Photo is courtesy of Jenny B.
It was very nice meeting all of you ladies and gentleman. I hope we can do this again soon!
P.S. Jean left a comment and so I have updated her blog site address! Yeah!
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Self Mutilation? No thanks, I’m good
Today I was at the gym getting a little workout on and I couldn’t help but notice a skinny white guy in cut-off jeans shorts lifting weights and looking as out of place as the Pope at a strip club.
Tattoos adorned his arms and his frail body was so rockstar thin that I couldn’t help but conjure up images of him with a needle in one hand and a bottle of JD in the other. However, the tattoos, frumpy hair and cut-off shorts weren’t the things that bothered me, those things I wouldn’t have even taken a second look at if it weren’t for the large rings that were fixed in his ear lobes.
When I was a kid I used to see National Geographic magazines t my grandparents house and I was fascinated by those African women with the huge plates in their lips and and elongated necks. I would turn page after page looking at these women who had mutilated themselves for what a culture had deemed beautiful.
Extreme body modifications have been around since the beginning of time, but I don’t understand the why now, in the United States, where people eat with utensils and live in houses with air conditioning and running water, people still feel the need to stretch out their ear lobes to the a size that is so large that I could easily shoot an arrow clean through the loop from a distance of fifty paces.
Today I couldn’t help but think when I saw this young man with the two large rings on the side of his head that if he had one more ring in his nose then we could have started a small circus right there on his face.
I pushed my weights in and out, up and down and I couldn’t help but be distracted by the monstrosity of those ears. I don’t know why it bothers me so much but everytime I see this type of self-mutilation I get a little sick to my stomach. I would rather see a woman with the 20 rings on her neck than to see these big loopy ears.
As I was about to leave I looked back at the loopy-eared kid one more time and I wondered where it began. These type of behaviors normally start small and then they grow. Your peer group encourages you the same way a group of men who drive low-riders encourage each other that their ride looks good sitting so low to the ground.
It’s amazing how we do things to impress or to fit in with a certain group of friends and at the same time think that we are doing what we do to stand out.
I was a little sad when I thought about this young man and what he had done to his ears. What if he wanted to go back to being normal? His ear lobes weren’t going to miraculously go back to normal. He would have to have them surgically repaired.
I’m 33 and I don’t like things that I cannot change. I don’t like permanence and so I haven’t gotten a tattoo, a piercing, a dog or a wife – all things which I don’t mind on other people, but when it comes to the ear stretching, no thanks, I’m good. I like my lobes just the way God made them.