One of the greatest things I hate about America is this has been exported, a false lie that has twisted the truth of Jesus called the "prosperity gospel".. it is not true. It is deceptive and wicked and it is not what Christianity is at all. I exhort you to listen to this. If you are an American Christian.. even if you think you do not buy into this.. with our society that thinks so much is "owed to us" as a culture.. I ask you to consider if any of this has crept into your beliefs at all and to then repent of it and ask Jesus for faith to believe his real Gospel.. the good news that he suffered and bled and died for the nations over.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLRue4nwJaA

I AM my father's daughter. That is what I kept thinking as I chuckled to myself and shook my head in disbelief at the muppets on the road all at the same time today as I drove down through Ouseburn's windy drive through by the Dene today. I have to call my dad and tell him. He would laugh.

I was getting ready to drive down this little favourite shortcut of mine when I was stopped behind a couple cars because a bus was at the top of the hill they were attempting to drive down. The way the road works, you just take turns. Only one lane works so cars coming down the hill go and then cars can come up the hill. Simple. A bit of old fashioned manners. Taking turns. Things you should learn in kindergarten. Or at least before you leave primary school.

Apparently not everyone has learned this most valuable lesson for 5 year olds. The two cars in front of me would simply not move so the bus who was already at the top of the hill of the one way road they were attempting to go down could pass. They just BLOCKED him. We actually waited about 5 minutes before they realised nothing was going to happen if they didn't move. They moved ever so slightly, just enough for the bus to begin to pass but have to mount a curb in the process, for ANOTHER car to come whizzing past my hand motioning him to stop (where I had reversed into a parallel spot off the road) and join the same blockade. He was even worse. He was actually right in front of the bus and made no attempt to move despite the road to his left that would he have moved his car into it he could have freed up the entire jam. I waited... and waited and waited... At this point we had all been just sitting there like idiots 10-12 minutes since the problem started. If you had been in NY.. horns would have been permanently held down by now. Silence, because this is England, but no attempt to correct the problem.

I finally couldn't handle it anymore. I did the unthinkable.

I got out of my car.

I am pretty sure this is one of those things like talking to strangers on trains, sitting in the Liverpool section of a match wearing a ManU shirt, or making eye contact in the london tube that you just shouldn't do in England. But I just couldn't handle the silliness of it all.

I strode to the man's car in who was the main culprit on the road. I rapped on his window. He looked shocked, but I swear tried to ignore me. I rapped again. He wouldn't open the window. So I motioned anyways and said "move over there and the bus can get through" hoping he could hear me. He looked pained and with a look towards the bus, like it was the bus's fault it didn't just back all the way down a one way road and around a corner so he could pass. I pointed and said it again.

And he obeyed! YAHOO!

The bus got off the curb and could finally finish his climb to warwick street, with a string of cars that had been stuck behind him. The original two cars in front of me then made their way down the free Ouseburn Rd now that the oncoming cars were able to drive on, they could enter the road and continue on their way.

But the bus driver didn't continue his journey before he opened his window and said a relieved "thank you." Aw bless him. Maybe it's okay to do bizarre things once in awhile. Like traffic direct to rude drivers in England.

And as I drove away, I could just PICTURE my dad doing something like that. Or all the times I have seen him just jump into a situation even if it was inappropriate. It made me laugh and thank him in my head for our weird genes. :)

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Hi guys,
The show went well on Sunday but I didn't quite make the final cut to go to the National Final for the Open Mic UK contest. After coaxing from friends to think I still have a shot, I have decided to go for it and ask for your help. The 2 most popular nationally, one north and one south, will get a spot to sing once more at the National Final. This will be fun exposure and a great chance to get my music out to more people. Would you do two things for me?

1.) Vote for me to be able to sing in the national contest. Text my code: Wildcard132 to 84222 to get me in the final.

2.) Ask your friends to vote for me.

Muchas gracias. Thanks for joining me in another round of fun.


an example of one of my songs for you: http://www.georgehewitt.co.uk/upload/christy/Salt.mp3

grace
Christy :)

Texts votes cost £1. UK Only. Texting a correct code is the user’s responsibility, check your text carefully before sending. Text’s will not count after 12 o’clock midday Wednesday 11th November 2009 although you may still be charged the vote lines are closed and will not count thereafter. (According to openmicuk.co.uk)