It's Friday. I'm thinking about my summer event - Camp APAC, planning classes for adoptive families and sleeping late in the morning. And then sleeping late again on Monday - thank you MLK. (for that and civil rights).
I went to a Celine Dion concert last night at the BJCC (for free - thank you United Way). You can love or hate her, but you cannot disrespect her ability to put on a show. My friend, Kara, has decided to start using Celinisms when she is on praise team at our church. This would include beating her chest and making faces while singing Amazing Grace with a French Canadian accent. She will also need to wear this outfit:
Yes, those are sparkling pants. Kara commented that if you have diamond panties, you pretty much must wear them on the outside.
1. A couple of Celine's dresses were a tad short. We might have seen her petticoat junction on the jumbotron.
2. Four of Celine's dancers were men, three were women, and one was somewhere in-between.
3. I unknowingly dialed a co-worker from my hip pocket when we got back in the van and left a multi-minute evening recap, including the fact that some Birmingham police officers look like men but are really women who take parking very seriously. You're welcome, Lisa.
I start a new weekend segment tomorrow called "The Rabbit Recommends." (Your feedback becomes a reality).