Okay, I know I am a little late for Veterans Day, but here is a great charity to support. Homes for Our Troops builds houses to accommodate wounded and disabled soldiers and their families.
(As always, always do research before donating you valuable money and/or time to a cause.)
“The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.”
Why do I shop at Trader Joe’s? It’s small and compact and therefore eliminates my shopping nemesis: overwhelming choices. Plus, the employees actually seem to enjoy working there unlike some other stores. But most importantly, I love Trader Joe’s because of Joe-Joe. Joe-Joe is a little stuffed monkey that the employees hide somewhere in the store and if your little one finds it, they get a treat. (Your store may have something different; check with them before starting a fruitless search for a primate.) Joe-Joe keeps the little ones distracted and on their toes while mommy picks out the veggies that the little ones will refuse to eat.
So the Pope has come out and said that he believes it is possible for atheists to enter heaven as long as they did good deeds. Atheists answer with, “Um, thanks but we don’t really believe in heav- Never mind. Thanks, I guess.”
So I am in Florence, Italy, right now (nun count is 2; see I Fucking Love Nuns) and I have seen a ton of paintings of Jesus in the last three days. I have seen Jesus as a baby and as an adult with blood coming from his sides. I have seen Jesus on the cross and Jesus coming down from it. And, no matter what the adult Jesus is doing, he looks almost the same in every painting.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.