We're Making A Movie!!


So if you are anywhere near Oregon, Wisconsin on this date and can take direction and fit the criteria drop on by Hillcrest Bible Church . Just look for this guy!

Call me PB!!!

"Is this little kid too cute?"

That is the question, and what are this kid's parents feeding her to maintain the cuteness. If only we could bottle it and sell it to rich women looking to recapture their glory days. We'd be rich, rich I tell you. I have got to talk this child's father! Wait I am this girl's father and I am already rich.

Rich in Christ and rich in cuteness.

I hope you all had a happy Easter, and I hope you weren't to distracted by the cuteness of kid's on egg hunts, bunnies, little chicks, or even chocolate to see the true riches of the day.

I'm Soaring
"How High School Musical Changed My Life!"

Every once in awhile something comes along that touches the hearts and minds of all people everywhere. It brings the stars into alignment, calms the crying babes, and makes fortune cookies come true. A cultural event that brings such peace and clarity that even Carrot Top seems to stand in stunned silence, struck by the undeniable FACT that greatness is unfolding before our very eyes.

At first I was not a true believer. I simply thought that "High School Musical" was just another prefabricated, sugarcoated tween-pop-drama the likes of which have been churned out on a regular basis by the House that Walt built, but I was wrong! Oh, so wrong! HSM is a work of heart on par with West Side Story or Phantom. The Phantom Menace not Phantom of the Opera. I mean it's good, real good, but let's not loose touch with reality. Please!

Before the greatness that is "High School Musical" I was simply just another schmuck trudging through life with a song in my heart, but that song was hidden deep. I, like so many others among the down trodden, heard the small cry from deep with in that yearned to shout out like some medieval serf, "HELP, HELP I'M BEING OPPRESSED!"
Then, High School Musical, as if in response to this inner cry, unleashed from within me a flood of memorizes that at first threatened to paralyze me under the onslaught of what we'll call "Youthful Indiscretions", but most would just call the stupid mistakes teens make. After being pierced to the heart of my very being I came to this realization. I needed to get in touch with the long lost souls of my youth. Unfortunately most of those friends were not in my calling circle, but it’s the thought that counts. Sadly many of my closest friends and I have parted ways over the years. Some by distance, some by change of life style, and others by prison, the witness protection program, restraining orders and such. Sadly many of my former friends could not get over the little "Mac or PC" debate and we just can't talk civilly, and though I may not have those friends I still have my memories. Well I do have some of them, friends and memories except for most of my sophomore year and we're glad that is hazing aren't we. Oh yes we are!

Anyway where was I? It was this fresh zest for life that I contribute to High School Musical. How could I have lived so many years under the false memorize of High School being a horrible prison of peer pressure and angst. It was the contact with old friends that sent me into the singing, dancing fool that I now dwell in. You may ask "Why did it take High School Musical to release the passion from within?” and that is a good question and one that I have pondered long and hard. The answer: Cheese!

It was the cheesy out of my stupor. You see after high school most of us loose the cheese. We get older, more settled down, or stale if you will. The hardest part is that the cheese, when it does spring to the surface, is often harshlygoodness that so slapped me mocked by our cruel task master a.k.a. social conformity. You see the true rebel is not the tattooed, pierced outsider. They are the misunderstood hero of movies or the crooner of sultry song. The true rebel is the odd ball that dares to just be happy, joyful and content is their difference. The person who says, "I don't need to brood just because people don't understand me. I understand me and I like me, different and all." This is the person that I lost and the person that HSM brought back to me. So let's cut with the cheese and get back to the story.

Their I was swimming with the ghosts of High School Christmases past, when I was lifted in the swelling spirit of 90's nostalgia and forced to pull out my "old school" oh what were they called? Oh, yes that's it! "Cd's" So after minutes of painstaking efforts on my part they where imported into my itunes library. I finely I could express my "heart song" through the perfect mix. A mix I have so rightly dubbed "The New Cali-Wis Mix". Why "the New Cali-Wis Mix"? Well I grew up in California and now live in Wisconsin, and as a side note the cows seem pretty happy here too. Any more explanation then that about my transplant it will need to be saved for another day.

Back to the cheese and mix. This is the mix I turn on when the memory of my agonizing loss on American Idol sweeps in threatening to derail my day. The mix I turn to when the radio just doesn't play my stuff. The mix I drink coffee to. The mix that drowns out Fred on the phone. It is the sound track of my life and that means that you may not like it because it’s my sound track not yours and maybe you like cheese or maybe your lactose intolerant. After all one man's delectable snack is another man's gas. There was a point in there somewhere so whatever you feel about cheese you've got to find the song that fills you. I just happened to rediscover that song through High School Musical. So go ahead sing if you feel like it. You can dance if you want to you can leave the world behind. This is me happy so get used to it!

Is anyone else as excited as I am about this. All I have to say is, "Its about time!" After all these years of looking for Bigfoot, Nessie, Atlantis and never giving that King Tut guy a rest the Discovery Channel finally got around to some important stuff. You know what I mean by important right? Stuff that changed the course of history. Lets be honest as cool as it would be to catch a Yeti, both you and I know that those things are more stealthy then a Turkey on Thanksgiving. So let's get down to the nitty gritty.

This stuff is enthralling, and if you have the free time why not watch another show aimed at slapping done those pesky Born-Again nut jobs. I mean for heaven's sake you would think that after 2000 years someone would find a way to bring some solid evidence against this guy. So what if you are going up against a highly maintained and historically verified document like the Bible, just through something out there that sounds half way believable to a person looking to shrug off the idea of Authority and the people will jump on it. Now as enthralling as this docudrama was it was wasn't perfect, it did lack a few things. I would like to spend the next few seconds of your life pointing these few small things out.
Man I love that Chuck Norris! So here's the point. I am not opposed to the discussion and exchange of ideas, but please bring more then this to the table. Do we have to go through this every year? Anyway I have to get back to "In search of the Yeti", at least these guys are really trying to find out the truth about something instead of just.........just........well whatever they were doing.

The Truth About Sundance

No! Now leave me alone! I have to catch a plane back to Hollywood. I mean I have to get home for dinner.

And so it happens time and time again with out fail. Another misguided person believing that they have run into a star and wanting an autograph. If only I could be honest with them, but I can't. I must protect my family from a life under the microscope of the media machine and the gilm-glam of Hollywood. I just don't want my daughter to grow up spoiled.

So let me lay this out for you. Here is Sundance and here is me. No resemblance at all.

So let's brake this down nice and easy:

1. It is quite obvious that I a have a mustache and Head does not!



2. I wear undershirts and Sundance
does not.


3. I do not have a prison inmates number on my chest and have never been the prison except in Monopoly.

4. I am not standing in front of the American Idol banner.

5. I am an alto!!!

6. I despite whatever pictures my brother may show you, I have never been to New Orleans.

7. I can dance.

8. Pan's Labyrinth should have won best foreign film!

9. I could go on, but why beat a dead horse unless he really hurt you while alive.

So as you can see I have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Sundance is the next American Idol and one great guy. If he was me, which he is not, I'm sure that he would want you to know that he loves this blog and appreciates your votes. Yes, i do! I mean yes he does.

Seacrest Out!!!!

Hey what happened to the short guy from season one........?