Saturday, February 06, 2010
Blizzard!
Just went out to shovel more snow off the front steps but my big neutered male cat, Kiki, refused to stay inside. He usually will go out with me if I go for a walk in the snow. As I shoveled he trotted over the snow, breaking through with every step to sink in to his belly. Silly cat.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Satan Need Do Nothing
Last night at ministry classes (yes, I'm still working on that) I got to witness proof yet again that the worst enemies Christians have is..
wait for it...
drum roll...
OTHER Christians!
And no, I'm not ranting about my personal bete noire Ned Flanders. Flanders and I are still simpatico.
Apparently as last nights class one of my fellow minister in training students, Katherine, snuck out to take her nightly tobacco break. The pastor teaching the class, Pastor Mary Jane, must really hate smokers and smoking because Mary Jane locked Katherine out of the building immediately afterward. Katherine got so mad she picked up a brick and busted the window in the side door to the church.
Now that was all bad enough but Mary Jane flew down the hallway and started arguing with Katherine before Katherine drove off. The arguing continued via cell phones after that.
We could all hear some of this from the classroom and I have to tell you I've not been so uncomfortable since I left our old church.
But the thing that really galled me about the incident was that Pastor Mary Jane came back and started telling everyone around her in sotto voice exactly what had went down. I hate, hate, hate gossip like that. It's one of the big reasons I left my last church.
The entire thing was just uncalled for. So what if Katherine needs to sneak out to smoke sometimes. I hate smoking but, hey, everyone has to decide for themselves.
wait for it...
drum roll...
OTHER Christians!
And no, I'm not ranting about my personal bete noire Ned Flanders. Flanders and I are still simpatico.
Apparently as last nights class one of my fellow minister in training students, Katherine, snuck out to take her nightly tobacco break. The pastor teaching the class, Pastor Mary Jane, must really hate smokers and smoking because Mary Jane locked Katherine out of the building immediately afterward. Katherine got so mad she picked up a brick and busted the window in the side door to the church.
Now that was all bad enough but Mary Jane flew down the hallway and started arguing with Katherine before Katherine drove off. The arguing continued via cell phones after that.
We could all hear some of this from the classroom and I have to tell you I've not been so uncomfortable since I left our old church.
But the thing that really galled me about the incident was that Pastor Mary Jane came back and started telling everyone around her in sotto voice exactly what had went down. I hate, hate, hate gossip like that. It's one of the big reasons I left my last church.
The entire thing was just uncalled for. So what if Katherine needs to sneak out to smoke sometimes. I hate smoking but, hey, everyone has to decide for themselves.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Blown Away
I heard the news today, oh boy.....
The Haiti disaster has heavily been on my mind because back when I was well I used to go to mission trips there. My old church, Possum Creek, had a sister church there with a wonderful pastor, a school and an orphanage.
I've been praying a great deal and glued to the news channels. Makes me feel most ashamed that I dared grip yesterday about my own idiotic petty problems. I have a roof over my head, a fully stocked pantry, access to health care, education, a new car. I am blessed. I have no right to complain.
Whereas the folks of that tiny nation have every right.
Some of my fondest memories of mission trips took place in Haiti. It's a hellishly beautiful place, scenic mountain ranges and beaches that would take away your breath. In great contrast is the grinding poverty of dirt floored single roomed huts made out of everything from salvaged wood, tin and mud crammed together in narrow alleyways filled with filth and violence. In spite of lacking much of anything we here in America would consider essential most of the people I met there were nothing but loving and accepting to me. I'm not sure I could conjure up that attitude if I had to live like that.
One of the Possum Creekers just called to tell me that the pastor of the Haitian sister church, most of the church members, the children of the school and orphanage are dead and the entire complex of school and church buildings has been flattened to rubble. There are no words.
Everyone, hug your family members today. Don't let there be unhealed breeches with those you love and please consider giving to one of the reputable charities involved with Haiti. Love is the only message that matters in the end.
The Haiti disaster has heavily been on my mind because back when I was well I used to go to mission trips there. My old church, Possum Creek, had a sister church there with a wonderful pastor, a school and an orphanage.
I've been praying a great deal and glued to the news channels. Makes me feel most ashamed that I dared grip yesterday about my own idiotic petty problems. I have a roof over my head, a fully stocked pantry, access to health care, education, a new car. I am blessed. I have no right to complain.
Whereas the folks of that tiny nation have every right.
Some of my fondest memories of mission trips took place in Haiti. It's a hellishly beautiful place, scenic mountain ranges and beaches that would take away your breath. In great contrast is the grinding poverty of dirt floored single roomed huts made out of everything from salvaged wood, tin and mud crammed together in narrow alleyways filled with filth and violence. In spite of lacking much of anything we here in America would consider essential most of the people I met there were nothing but loving and accepting to me. I'm not sure I could conjure up that attitude if I had to live like that.
One of the Possum Creekers just called to tell me that the pastor of the Haitian sister church, most of the church members, the children of the school and orphanage are dead and the entire complex of school and church buildings has been flattened to rubble. There are no words.
Everyone, hug your family members today. Don't let there be unhealed breeches with those you love and please consider giving to one of the reputable charities involved with Haiti. Love is the only message that matters in the end.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Is It Wrong?
... that I like to fool around with our new GPS program?
It tells me one way to go and I turn the other way or make a detour just for the sheer joy of forcing it to scramble to reroute the instructions. I guess that says something about either my immaturity or sense of humor. But I'm not sure which one.
I need a laugh.
New Year, new blog, new bitching.. we've had one hell of a start to our year. Lots of drama since that damn ball dropped. Highlights only.
Eldest daughter caught husband having affair.
Jim had surgery in Florida during the coldest it's been there in many years.
Got extreme search in back room by TSA because my bra showed suspicious signs to them.
Car died.
Hurt knee/broke knee/hurt knee/doctor confloption and I still have pain galore.
Discover Dr that did first parathyroid surgery 5 years ago on Jim took out all healthy glands and lied about it, leaving tumor in place and causing damage to remaining one gland.
Church out of money & lying to state org about it. They expect us to go along with the bad financial mismanagement.
Hours cut at work.
Man who tried repeatedly to molest me as a young woman suddenly one of my work clients.
This all took place in the first ten days of the New Year, before Baby New Year even had a chance to get colicky.
Ugh!
I'm going back to bed till 2011.
It tells me one way to go and I turn the other way or make a detour just for the sheer joy of forcing it to scramble to reroute the instructions. I guess that says something about either my immaturity or sense of humor. But I'm not sure which one.
I need a laugh.
New Year, new blog, new bitching.. we've had one hell of a start to our year. Lots of drama since that damn ball dropped. Highlights only.
Eldest daughter caught husband having affair.
Jim had surgery in Florida during the coldest it's been there in many years.
Got extreme search in back room by TSA because my bra showed suspicious signs to them.
Car died.
Hurt knee/broke knee/hurt knee/doctor confloption and I still have pain galore.
Discover Dr that did first parathyroid surgery 5 years ago on Jim took out all healthy glands and lied about it, leaving tumor in place and causing damage to remaining one gland.
Church out of money & lying to state org about it. They expect us to go along with the bad financial mismanagement.
Hours cut at work.
Man who tried repeatedly to molest me as a young woman suddenly one of my work clients.
This all took place in the first ten days of the New Year, before Baby New Year even had a chance to get colicky.
Ugh!
I'm going back to bed till 2011.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Pleasant
Did I mention I love, love, love this time of the year with the fall leaves and blue skies?
Yesterday after a long awkward church services (worship team members with more personal issues, that awkward with Pam still ongoing and time snafus) Jim and I decided to drive up to visit Andy at his university.
He very very rarely comes home on the weekends and I get that. He's cutting the umbilical cord with the soft nest that is home.
On the way there we made a Costco run and I picked up enough of his favorite foods to hold him quite some time along with a few things for Christmas and Halloween.
We spent the afternoon walking around the campus among the leaves softly floating to the ground like orange, red and gold confetti. It was so lowkey and relaxing, the perfect fall day.
Jim and Andy on the campus.
I am feeling most content right now, all is right with the world. I'm on my way to the mountains today, I'm going to do a little shopping at the Mennonite store plus the Plow & Hearth outlet, visit friends and take in the magnificent colors of another beautiful fall day in the Piedmont.
Yesterday after a long awkward church services (worship team members with more personal issues, that awkward with Pam still ongoing and time snafus) Jim and I decided to drive up to visit Andy at his university.
He very very rarely comes home on the weekends and I get that. He's cutting the umbilical cord with the soft nest that is home.
On the way there we made a Costco run and I picked up enough of his favorite foods to hold him quite some time along with a few things for Christmas and Halloween.
We spent the afternoon walking around the campus among the leaves softly floating to the ground like orange, red and gold confetti. It was so lowkey and relaxing, the perfect fall day.
Jim and Andy on the campus.
I am feeling most content right now, all is right with the world. I'm on my way to the mountains today, I'm going to do a little shopping at the Mennonite store plus the Plow & Hearth outlet, visit friends and take in the magnificent colors of another beautiful fall day in the Piedmont.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Hope
We finally have an answer of sorts on Jim's parathyroid glands. The only expert on that gland in the world has agreed to look at Jim's records and possibly take him for surgery. Here's the kicker, the doctor practices in sunny Florida! South Florida! Sooo.. if Jim has to have surgery this winter we'll be spending a week or so in sunny south Florida. I cannot tell you how happy that makes me. I need another vacation.
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