Well, it has been a few days now.
I just went to Las Vegas to meet up with my friend Wendy Reed. She lives in Henderson with her husband Mike, son Shon, and to of the CUTEST little dogs Micky (the coffee splashin' whiplash...) and Penny (the mild mannered lady of the house). We got to scrapbook, and shop and generally laugh and talk just like we had never been apart as friends. You know how you just have that connection with some people? Well, this is one of them. I got her family hooked on Naploeon Dynamite and now they quote it just as much as me! GOSH!
Wendy and her friend Danielle (super nice) have started a scrapbook company making products that have never been seen yet in the scrapbook world. I know this because I haven't even got a clue about what it is. Let me tell you...I tried, and tried, and TRIED. I believe them how good this will be because I know Wendy. Now, I know Danielle. It'll be great! Good luck to both of them.
Now, for some philosophical thinking. (remember, can't spell) THE POPE. Now, I am not Catholic, but these are my thoughts. I think that he was a great man. I believe he is a wonderful spiritual leader for the Catholic faith. I LOVED how he took a stand and never wavered from it. I LOVED how he used today's technology to bring out more of HIMSELF to more people. Now, of course, I think some of the Catholic beliefs are a bit off. ie. Priests not being married...Birth control...and other various things. But, one can find something wrong, or have a different opinion for all different kinds of "faiths". I digress... I am thinking that his passing is much like it will be for when Billy Graham passes away. It won't be steeped in so much beautiful and cool tradition, but Mr. Graham's passing will be as significant as the Popes. These men were, and are, doing God's work. Great men.... The end of an era. I have a great story about the Pope and myself....
My story about him is this. In 1989 my mom, her best friend, Jeri, and I went to Europe and one of our stops was Rome. One of Jeri's friends was a priest who happened to be working in the Vatican (sp) for the year. He told us that he got us tickets to a "Private Audience" with the Pope, and so we were VERY excited about that. We found out that we had the "private audience" along with 2,000 others in a HUGE room somewhere in Vatican City. Large groups of people had traveled there from all over the world and would break out into song like angels singing "on high". It was amazing. We sat through a Mass which the Pope did in about 7 or more different languages. Very impressive. After the Mass he got up and decided to walk down the aisle of which I was sitting on and bless babies and people, including me! When he got to me, he took my hand and blessed my rosary (Jeri bought us all one). Then he placed his hand on my head and said a few words and kissed me on the forehead. I felt truly blessed indeed.
Ok, enough talking. Man, I can't believe that I forgot to take even ONE photo with my friend Wendy. What a bummer. I'd post it here if I had one. Bye for now!