O.K.  So 6-6-6 is serious shit to me.  Not something to be messed with.  By mere fact that I have already typed it two times into this entry, I feel as if I am tempting things.  I have twice erased it from the title or this entry, and twice put it back.  So, in effect, I have actaully typed 6-6-6 a total of five times at this point…..and yet I still breathe.  Good Lord, please don't let me see Bloody Mary in the mirror when I brush my teeth tonight….(which, I have to admit….I have NEVER said "bloody Mary" in the mirror three times…..AND NEVER WILL!).  Yes folks, I am a believer.  Some shit you just DO NOT SCREW WITH! 

Dirk, my pal and only reader, you must post a review of The Omen that comes out this week.  The first one freaked me out enough that I don't think I'll rush to see the new one.  Perhaps wait for video and watch it on a bright sunny afternoon.  No need to have lights off for that one.

So, almost three years ago, we adopted my precious TDC from China.  We brought her home (which I believe it haunted to some degree, but will never post specifics because I am convinced that will only cause increase in strange activity).  Better the ghost you know.  No need to piss it off. But at any rate….

TDC comes home with us.  Within the first few months of her arrival (at a mere 8 months of age), we have opportunity to take her a few places in town.  One…to a nice Chinese place to eat.  Dim Sum to be exact.  Large acquariums.  Lots of fish.  TDC becomes a little crancky at one point, so I decide to take her to look at the fish.  Again,  LARGE AQUARIUM. TDC seems amused by all the fish in the tank and touches her hand to the glass.  I swear to you, each and every fish in this acquarium flocked to the spot her hand was.  As if somehow drawn.  I pull her away, and they disburse.  I put my hand there, NOTHING.  Her hand back…here come the fish.

Take her to the zoo…reptile house to be exact.   Place where mama never sets foot, so papa, being creeped out by them, find myself a little braver when they are behind thick glass.  Come to the python cage.  TWO HUGE PYTHONS live here.  In my many years of zoo going, I have never seen them move a muscle. Often I thought they were plastic.  A trick of the zoo.  Well, as sure as the stain in my britches, when I hold TDC up to the glass at the exhibit….BOTH huge ass pythons raise their heads and almost come eye to eye with TDC.  They moved….towards her….as if somehow drawn.

Both times my mind recalls the scene in The Omen when mama takes devil boy to the drive through safari joint and the monkeys unleash on their car.  BOTH TIMES I THINK ABOUT THIS.  Then I retreat back to my world of denial and plug ahead.

UPDATE:  Thankfully TDC has lost her ability to attract animals is eerie ways.  Good thing we had her baptised, or our front yard would be a zoo in itself.

Anyhow.  That's what I recall as The Omen approaches this week.  Great memories, huh?

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We have a mega church in town.  I have always been pretty skeptical of these, myself.  Have never been.   Well, we up and decide to check it out Saturday night.  We get the kids dressed up and haul off to what used to be the town's basketball arena, now transformed to holy ground.   Drop TDC and LA off at the daycare areas and find us some decent seats (much better than any seats I could afford when I had to pay for a sporting event there!).  Heck, if they didn't do a great job converting the place to a nice looking little church. 

Long story short (because I could write for days on this visit), the service was great.  The congregation so multi-racial, multi-cultural, welcoming, uplifting.  We had a great time.  Born and raised a Catholic, I am still uncomfortable with a few aspects of what went on at this place….but I can tell you I hope we go back soon and give it another shot. 

Raised in a religion where guilt guides your steps, it was refreshing to be in a place where acceptance and hope abound.  What's wrong with feeling positive about where you are headed? What's wrong with leading a positive, hope filled life and encouraging others to live their best life.  What's wrong with man and wife co-preaching to others who can follow their lead as a loving couple (O.K….so I have major issues with "preists" and no women leaders in my religion).  So, my only issue lies in the fact the the preacher and his family live in a huge mansion, are young Ken and Barbie types, and are just way too happy.  But I'm not close minded enough to write them off.  I think I'll give them another chance or two.

Wish it wasn't so late.  Would love to write of some of the things I saw in our short 1 1/2 at the local Mega Church.  Maybe after my next visit!