9/20/09 Sleep until 10:30, MK and I search for a magic game card

I am trying to get better. I am looking forward to a healthy year, where I can take off work but not because I am sick--instead, for some awesome great reason--like getting a modeling job in NYC or something to do with the miracles movie. Anything amazing and surprising will do. Especially if it brings in lots and lots of $$$$$$.

Luke has his once a month up at 5 a.m. for the Church Orchestra morning. Without him to wake me up, I sleep until 10:30, which tells me that I'm better, but still have a way to go.

I am getting into Dr Mike's exercise. It fits in with the rest of my Hatha routine.

I knew that I wanted to do something out of the house today. MKate offered to take me for coffee at Starbucks and to help me find the very rare and illusive money card that would allow me to buy glow-in-the -dark fish for Xavier and my pets on Pet Society. It has to say, "Ultimate Game Card, " and have an orange animee figure with hair like flames. This rare card was supposed to be available at Block Buster Video or Wal Mart. No. Don't bother to look.

How do you know if your best friend is really your best friend? Even though MKate doesn't play Pet Society, she was willing to haul around looking for the magic card for me.

Hummm. So far so bad in trying to crack the code. How do I pay for these items? I don't know. Yet.

We have a fun coffee time at Starbucks. The weather is so nice that we are able to have it outside, along with one of MKates delicious, home baked muffins.

At home, Luke is happy with his practicing. He didn't add the extra concert today. The one I got mad about. (not for myself, but for his sake.) Instead he took care of himself. This was big. However, we didn't mention it.

Luke is relaxed and eats dinner with me. I agree to watch one of his shows. He always watches mine. Honestly I don't know how he stands these extra boring shows on the history channel.

This particular program shows how Egyptian Pharaohs outwit the terrible snakes of death--after they (the pharaohs) are dead and on their way to their reward. How they hiss at the things and make them disappear. Soooo boring. But I am interested to see if the show ever gets even a little bit entertaining. No, it doesn't. The people who narrate these shows have to be at least 100 years old. One guy, Luke really likes him, is fat as well as old. You have to watch him struggling down these ancient tunnels. You get the picture.

Rain calls and wants to talk about their house search. I'll have to pray harder. Houses in their price range are hard to come by in the prime area where they would most like to live.

While I am talking to Rain, Luke goes upstairs to view the exciting conclusion of his program. Thanks Rain.