There is nothing quite so sobering as discovering that one of your best friends has been told she has approximately a year--more than likely less--to live. Nothing at all.

And in honor of that somber moment, she and I shared jokes this evening. I would like to share hers with you.

"There will be no nativity in Washington D.C. this year. Be not alarmed, however. This has nothing to do with protesters. No. There was a problem finding all the parts of the nativity. You see, the first problem came when they tried to find the wise men. There were none to be found. The same was said of virgins. The only part of the nativity that there was a surplus of this season was asses."

Love you all.

Pray for my friend, her husband, and her daughter who is but one year older than my own.

I have been up and wide awake for the last two hours. This is bad, bad news. I have a conference to be at later today that will take my entire day. I am hoping I will be able to focus. This is a transitionally challenged post because it is pretty much stream of concious. You follow? Probably not, but that's okay. My Mafia idea has mixed reviews. BigShow says we should join his mafia because he gives minis. I think what he is really trying to say is that he is the godfather. Dangerous man, that BigShow. He is one of my favorite Xangans. I think I want a coffee. I just don't want to get up and actually run the coffee post. Something just thudded in my house. Creepy. I hope the cat just knocked something down. Yeah. At 4:18 a.m. those are pretty much my thoughts. Well, other than being frustrated because I can't figure out how to get a video downloaded to my computer. Stinkin' Facebook. I loathe thy complicated ridiculousness.

Alright. I am going to attempt to go back to bed. If I fail at that, I don't know what I will do. I can't pop in Big Bang Theory because I just sent it back to Netflix. (I am sooo married to Leonard! And, ironically, his best friend reminds me very much of Sheldon. haha)

Off to get some ZZZs.

As a teacher, I am so incredibly proud of the group of 150 students who met the five Westboro Baptist Church protestors outside of Sidwell. If you aren't aware, good ol' WBC and Fred Phelps were at their protesting ways again outside of the school that President Obama's daughters attend. Let me say that again: OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL that the President's DAUGHTERS (MINOR DAUGHTERS) ATTEND.

In true form, the WBC protestors brought their "God hates you" signs to the school. They did not anticipate being met by the students; I am sure. I don't know who organized the students together to meet them, but I am so proud of those youth. Let it be a reminder to those of us adults who feign fear for the future. Our world is in good hands. There are lots of good kiddos out there.

Here's the LINK.

That's all.

KC