Chix Chat

From: Michele
Sent: Tuesday, September 18, 2001 9:14 AM
Subject: God says, "You, again?!"

Hi Anne!

Yes, once again you and I are on the same wavelength.  When I pray, I also feel like I’m forgetting something.  Right now my biggest prayers are for what’s been happening and for me to have a safe flight in November, with me falling in love soon a close second.  I just feel like I should be praying about something else.  Do you feel like sometimes your boring God with your problems?  I do.  I’m hoping that He’ll get so sick of me constantly asking when I’m going to fall in love, he’ll bring me and my future husband together just to shut me up!

Did you hear something about Jerry Fawell blaming the gays and feminists and abortionsts for what happened last Tuesday?  I think he was basically saying that we brought this on ourselves because this country is so far away from God.  I don’t agree with that.  GAY people didn’t crash those planes!  FEMINISTS didn’t crash those planes!  You get where I’m going here.  Look, I know that some people live lifestyles that are not according to God, but that is between God and that person!  I wish some people would get down from their holier-than-thou soap boxes and remember they are not God!  And besides, if God wanted to punish those kinds of people (gays…) wouldn’t they be the ones in the buildings and on the planes?  Duh!

I can’t believe it’s been a whole week since this has happened.  Do you think they’re going to find anyone alive?  It doesn’t look good, but I believe in miracles.  Like the old saying goes, "It aint over till the fat lady sings!"

About Ireland: Ingrid has a "lets wait and see" attitude about this, which is fine by me.  She has a strong sixth sense and if she doesn’t feel safe flying internationally, then I won’t feel safe either.  She didn’t say anything about flying to Floridia.  If she sensed any danger about it, I’m sure she would have told me.  She had a dream about this last year.  She dreamed that two tall buildings were on fire, but she didn’t understand what that meant until now.  I know as a Christian, I’m not supposed to believe in things like that, but how can I dismiss it?  She can’t help what she dreams or sees.  That has always been a topic of confusion for me.

And I totally disagree how Arab-Americans are being treated because of all of this.  They are AMERICAN, and they are just as devestated about this as anyone else would be.  Hell, there might have been some Arab-Americans who were killed that day!  Some people will just use any excuse to lash out at others.  It’s sickening.

When you saw Ray the other night you should have called "yoo-hoo!  Ray, dahling!  It is so good to see you!  Well, I must go!  I’m late for cocktails with an absoulting dashing gentleman who’s just crazy about me!" (lol).  If only you had the nerve, huh?  And he’d be thinking, ‘What the hell?’  Yeah, I have this fantasy that I walk into a resturant (or anywhere) with Arnold Vosloo and every man I ever liked, lusted or thought I loved would be there.  I’m wearing this sexy dress and Arnold’s all into me.  And every one of my former crushes is thinking, ‘man, am I a jerk for not pursuing her when I had the chance.’  Arnold turns to my crushes and says in that devestating sexy South African accent of his, "Isn’t she wonderful?  I love her so much.  I would die for her.  I would kill for her."  And then he would turn back to me and we would kiss passionately.  I would press my body close to his and he would entwine his fingers in my hair … oh!  I’m sorry, got kinda carried away there!  Can’t you tell that I’m a writer?  Dear lord, could you imagine kissing Arnold???  Could you imagine other things with him?  I sure do!  Every other second!

Oh I hate it too when people tell me, "You’ll find someone."  Well when!  I want a date and a time!  and besides I don’t want to find someone.  I want someone to find me!  I think of how many people I know met their husbands in such ordinary ways.  My aunt met her husband at Eat-n-Park.  My cousin met her husband at the gas station.  My other cousin met her husband in college.  My other cousin met her husband at work.  According to him, "I saw her walking across the parking lot and that was it for me."  I want to meet my husband like that.  I want to meet such an extraordinary man in such an ordinary way.

The Trail of Tears motorcycle procession sounds interesting.  I’d be checking out all those bikers!  I’m sure you did as well!  Theres this organization called "Bikers for Christ."  I would love to meet a man like that.  Some sexy "bad boy" looking biker with a tatoo on his arm and he’s a Christian with a heart of gold.  You know what combination is a turn on for me?  Blue jeans, a white tee shirt and those brown workmans boots.  GROWL!

I’m sorry you didn’t get the chance to give John your e-mail address.  Maybe God was trying to tell you not to do it.  If He wanted you to, you would have been bold enough to.  I’m thinking about Chaz and how I gave him that Christmas card.  Under normal circumstances, I would not have been brave enough to do something like that, but for some reason that day I had no fear.  I can only explain it as God encouraging me.  Who knows, maybe a month from now John will write to the chruch to say "hello" to everyone and he’ll include his e-mail address.  Then you can write him a very quick "Hi, how are you?  and here’s my website and my e-mail."  You’re probably thinking, ‘Oh, for pity’s sake!  Why cant I just run up to him, grab his shoulders and say, "Kiss me, you fool!"’ (lol)

Oh, I felt so stupid too when I answered a question wrong when I was in school.  That’s why I wouldn’t raise my hand or shout out anything unless I was 100% sure I was right!  Thank God those days are over!   That reminds me.. why is it when I get the final Jeopardy! question right, no one else is in the room with me to be amazed by my knowledge, but when there are other people around I’m like "duh…"?