Last month, when I had surgery, something really strange happened.

For those of you who have never had general anesthesia, in the moments before you meet the Sandman, you are strapped to a table/gurney/bed by your arms and legs.  It’s an odd feeling, as in my head I imagine I look like I’m being executed via lethal injection.  Though, at the time, I don’t mind very much — as I’ve been given pre-op drugs that cause me to be care-free.

Yet, as I was being strapped down, Prince was blaring throughout the OR — I guess the surgeon or nurses really liked their music.  I didn’t mind too much.  I like Prince as much as the next guy.  The thing is, it was the end of the song and the next song that began playing … well, I thought it would creep me out.  It was “Hotel California” by the Eagles.

All I kept praying was, “Dear God, just please don’t let me hear the lyric ‘You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave,’ and I will be alright.”

I never heard that part.  God is good.

Why is the Bible on the list of banned items for the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing, yet so many Bibles I’ve ever seen say “Printed in China” on the copyright page?

I’m confused as to how/why Amazon placed “The Jesus Storybook Bible” in the Religious Fiction category.

Panera Bread just opened a new location here in Huntsville today. The office decided to try it for lunch. My Chipotle Chicken sandwich was some of the best eating I’ve had in a long time. BONUS: It’s right next door to a Fresh Market.

Mmm…