At a certain point, as a young Christian, I was discouraged from listening to Amy Grant because, as my pastor so poignantly posed, "She crossed over. But did she bring the Cross....over?"
You sound like someone I know.
I did NOT email the small JPG of Zack and his toes to my blackberry and set it as my screen display.
That would be creepy, right?
As Choire (or Balk?) once said,
"I am going to see the shit out of this movie."
GAH! You guys have nice moms.
My mother only calls me when she's drunk on champagne and xanax then just complains for the first half hour about the maid stealing or my father's new wife and then spends the next half hour apologizing for being overbearing and turning me gay.
Also, YAY!! Friday and cute animals!
You guys should really consider the Drudge siren for stories like this.
My mother wouldn't dress me in pink because she didn't think it flattered my skin tone.
Too bad I just spent that extra $6,600 on 330 Zack P calendars.
The Christian middle school I went to didn't allow dancing but they did let us flop around on the floor like fish in that creepy Jesus Camp sort of way. I guess this was sort of like dancing with God but I dunno... it didn't feel the same.