Pajamas in the Daytime

I can't find my bibles.  Of course, that's nothing new -- I haven't been able to find them for about two and a half years.  But I never really thought about it until recently.  And I can't stop thinking about it, either.  Sure, I have three stereotypical church-bibles -- you know, the kind that look like hymnals.  But I don't want those.  I want mine!  That small, burnt-red, dingy-gold-lined-pages, one page torn in half, fifty pages in a row all bent in on the corner.  Or even Santa Biblia, my old parallel English/Spanish mabob with red sand encrusted on the inside. 

Alas, I do not know where they are.  They are definitely not here in Indiana with me, and I looked all over in Texas last I was there.  But nothing.  And it makes me sad. 

All this because, strangely, I've recently wanted to Bible-Study.  I've never gotten into Bible Study before, and have no idea how to go about it (although I'm pretty sure a Bible is required!), but I want to.  And, I'm sure this will just faze like everything else -- DDR, keeping my house clean, gamecube, firearms, doom3, etc etc etc -- but I should at least do something while my mind is on it!  ...shouldn't I?

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I've recently aquired some interesting items from garage sales.  Well, Jordan aquired one for me, but y'know...

First, an old Sega Genesis plus eight games.

Second, and I know a few of you'll get a kick out of this *coughtombombadilcough*: Natural Journeys' The Sensual Art of Bellydance: Mystic Dance, with Veena & Neena.   with Veil and Finger-Cymbals, mind you!  Now, I haven't quite had a chance to watch it, but when I do!  I'll be bellydancin' from the parking lot into Wal-Mart.  From my desk at work over to Gay Jerry's.  Oh, I'll be bellydancing like there's no tomorrow.

Yes!