Hmm.
I can’t sing. I’ve never belonged to a church. Haven’t even been in one in more years than I can remember. Don’t know much about the Martin Lutherans. Know a little bit about jell-o.
Looks like I’m out in the cold. Alas.
(Actually, I’m in the cold. The lab is freezing tonight. Brrr. Maybe they’re trying to keep the techs from decaying so rapidly.)
Sorry. My birthday is in October.
But thanks for the good wishes. 
Ooh! Ooh! Can our “church” have a handbell choir? Like, a really good one, with 15-20 people, not just a wimpy one-octave, 4-person one? That would be great.
And an organ. We must have an organ. Anna sing-along version of Handel’s Messiah at Christmastime. An’ A Mighty Fortress is Our God. That’s my favorite hymn.
So, what are we going to call our new denomination? First United Church of Cecil?
I read this as handball choir. That led to a rather odd mental image.
I think I need to get my glasses updated.
A Boy’s Guide to Color Puns (abridged)
Taupe: stuff you stick onto boxes and stuff, to hold them shut, as in scotch taupe.
Teal: A type of duck.
Peacock: A much bigger type of duck, with a very annoying quack.
Puce: What you do when you’ve had too much beer.
You’ll have to excuse me, my brain is fried. I just spent 2.5 hours with Herself picking out paint colors for our bedroom remodel.
Four different colors, to match our new drape material. With names like ‘Spicey Curry’ (kinda brick red, sorta).
We now return you to The Church Hour, already in progress.
If we’re going to have the Lutheran fight song (A Mighty Fortress Is Our God) then I insist on having the Episcopal fight song (Christ Is Made The Sure Foundation). All you others may chime in with your church’s fight song.
Speaking of hymns and church fight songs, here’s a link to a site that has words and music, so you can rare back and sing along. www.cyberhymnal.org.
It has this kinda cheesy sounding piano/organ music but that just makes it all the more fun for singing along. Gather the whole family round the puter for an old fashioned hymn sing!
Knocking back a couple beers while singing along is also fun. What? I’m Episcopal, we drink!
The Mrs. takes you along for that? I just bring paint home and say this is what the walls will now be painted. Heck when Parallax wasn’t the work at home hubby he is today and we had no kids sometimes he’d come home and discover I painted a room a new color for no reason beyond my whim 
Nicholson: You want the Puce?
Cruise: I think I’m entitled to the Puce!
Nicholson: You want the Puce?
Cruise: I want Colors!
Nicholosn: You can’t handle the Puce!!
Good one, Shibb!
Takes me along? Oh no. We couldn’t do anything as mundane as that. We had to go see our friend at the frame and art gallery who has paint swatch cards from every paint manufacturer on the planet, and lug them all home, where we could debate their relative merits ad infinitum.
We’ve only changed our minds twice since we made our final decision last night.
Today I’m going to start hanging drywall, so we’d better make a final, final decision soon.
sings Gladly the Cross-Eyed Bear
Now let us open our hymnals and sing Lead On O kinky Turtle.
I’m in the process of deciding on a color for my kitchen, maybe I should invite Bumbazine down to help me. My bedroom is painted the color “Laundry Yard”, which tells you everything you need to know about Martha Steward paint. My living room is painted the nice shade of “Burnt Coconut” (or something like that). Strangely enough, I thinking of painting the kitchen in shades of apricot, which is a very unusual name for a paint color–seeing how it gives you an insight into the actual color of the paint.
I don’t intend to sing hymms while painting the kitchen, mostly because I plan to pay someone to paint it for me. They, however, may sing if they so desire.