middle aged women

Last night a sang a few songs and then spoke at a church service full of twenty-somethings.  You know the type: veins full of kool-aid and Ramen noodles, part-time jobs, splitting rent with a couple or four room mates.  Not exactly folks who consider themselves to have more than enough.

There were 130 of them.  33 of them sponsored children.

A couple of days ago Internet users who have AT&T (formerly BellSouth) as their ISP found themselves without Internet access. For some, like myself, it lasted roughly an hour. For others, the outage went on for several hours interrupting business and personal communications.

Now here's a touchy subject.

Regarding the argument over whether Internet addiction is a real, classifiable psychiatric disorder (uh, duh), I read an article yesterday that included this nugget:

Sean Braisted shares an election day experience he had doing “visibility” for the Obama campaign:

The latest medical controversy on women’s health is surround fibromyalgia. There are drs that feel that the pain felt by fibromyalgia sufferers is all in their head. Note that the majority of fibromyalgia sufferers are women.

After starting out this Christmas break abysmally sick, I’ve recovered enough to return to public. Ha.  So this morning, about five girls in my Girl Scout troop, along with my daughter, another Mom, and the divine M. (formerly known as Daily Diablogger) and her gang volunteered at Second Harvest Food Bank in Nashville.  There were 13 of us who worked practically nonstop for almost 3 hours.  And what did we do?