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Soul Train

S. and E. are in her room right now listening to music. S. has a karaoke machine, and they've been singing along to a Lizzie McGuire soundtrack... I've been reading blogs and drinking my coffee, not really paying much attention to them.

A moment ago, the music stopped and I heard E. say,

"Okay, you've got to have way more soul..."

Apparently they're rehearsing for something and S. is missing the essential it factor. Soul.

Certainly, she isn't going to get it from me.

I'm blaming it totally on Asia if she's lacking soul.

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I'm intrigued by the lack of comments yesterday. Did I scare you all with the shift from my usual light hearted banter? I was hoping to hear some more thoughts back... ah well... it was good for me to write it out - clarify my convictions for myself and read it aloud to Asia last night... still - if you have thoughts, I'd love to hear them.

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  1. Anonymous3:01 PM

    As I have been sick - I've not read the post you mention. Will do that immediately.

    Regarding "soul"... Cathy, I'm sorry, but I had to laugh right out loud when I read that you are blaming it on Asia. That totally and completely cracks me up that you would say that. I adore you - and I know I don't tell you that nearly often enough.

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