Scary Jesus

So, have you ever driven up I-75 between Cincinnati and Dayton, Ohio? If so, you have seen the "Scary Jesus" statue....that's what we call it. It is also known as "Touchdown Jesus." It is a statue, around 6 stories tall, of Jesus coming up out of the ground, arms stretch up to the sky. It sits right behind a pond. It's scary....it almost caused me to wreck the first time I saw it...scared me half to death...and I couldn't stop rubber-necking at it. Let me show you a picture....it's much scarier in person....imagine 6 stories tall. It sits right in front of a church....the "Scary Jesus Church," as we call it.

Anyhow, this week.....it got struck by lighting and burnt to the ground. Now tell me this....who builds a half million dollar statue out of plastic foam and fiberglass??? Seriously. So, now all that remains is the steel frame.....and I thought it was disturbing before.

The big head

So, my two younger children are at teen camp....yes, you read that right....my Davey-baby is now a teen. I don't think I like this getting older stuff.

Anyhow, they are at camp together. Today, my mom called to tell me that my children, both of them, got an award today.....I was so proud. Two Hogan's at camp....and both of them got an award....that will show those holier-than-thou people what a GREAT mother I am. Yes....all of this was swirling about in my head....then my mom said, "Don't you want to know why they won." I proudly said, "Yes." She said, "Becky won for the cleanest room." My head begins to swell....I'm not certain that I will be able to get it out of the room. "Yes, and what about my David." My mom laughed and said, "David won for messiest room."

Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.......my head was quickly back to normal.

Sweet moments

So, I am sitting on the couch, legs curled up to the side of me....my dog comes up and curls up in my legs, right next to my rear end.

It's a sweet moment...dog and master.....then, the master lets one rip....and the dog gets up, snorts and walks down to the other end of the couch.

So much for the sweet moment.

An eternal cornucopia

So, I was talking with a friend about the whole Myers Briggs Personality Type thing...I have had several friends talk in this MB code....."Your desk screams P"....."You are such and E"......"Your N really nailed that person"....."You F's kill me." I have never really understood much about it.

Well, I got a new explanation of it all and I was intrigued. So I spent some time reading about my type...I am an ESFP. The description said that an ESFP is a Performer. As I read the description, I laughed out loud....it was so me...it was like looking into a mirror.

Of all the things that I read....this line is my favorite....this sums me up....this WILL be on my tombstone:

Performers view life as an eternal cornucopia from which flows an endless supply of pleasures.