Friday, August 31, 2007

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: Seasons Change Edition

From reverend mother this week: It's Labor Day weekend here in the United States, also known as Summer's Last Hurrah. So let's say goodbye to summer and hello to the autumn. (People in other climes, feel free to adapt as needed.)

1. Share a highlight from this summer. (If you please, don't just say "our vacation to the Canadian Rockies." Give us a little detail or image. Help us live vicariously through you!)
Ummmmmm....... Okay, I really had to work on this one, but definitely having a mini-Montreat, NC moment and hearing Listing Straight preach at Presbyterian mecca.

2. Are you glad to see this summer end? Why or why not?
Hell. Yes.
I dare say you know why... although I am one who is always happy to see summer go. I like the cool, crisp weather.

3. Name one or two things you're looking forward to this fall.
Fall hikes with The Boy and the dog.

4. Do you have any special preparations or activities to mark the transition from one season to another? (Cleaning of house, putting away summer clothes, one last trip to the beach)
I transition clothes and clean the window sills and yes, there will be one last (and first) trip to the beach.

5. I'll know that fall is really here when: I smell leaves burning.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Baby Got Bible

Does anyone know where we could donate 70+ rsv pew Bibles? They are old (70's?) but in fairly decent condition as we are Presbyterians therefore they were hardly used - ha, ha.

This Sums it Up Nicely

I found this saying on post-it notes at a gift shop:

I'm evolved spiritually....
But I'm still in a really bad mood.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Why the People Who Know Me Are Shocked...

... about my professional football decision.

I once went to a game in full face paint.

Next to my wedding and birth of my son, my favorite memory is going to Super Bowl XXV.

I'll attempt to be brief:

I went to college in Fallic Southern State and the athletic team I played on raised money for extra equipment by working as security guards (you know, the ones with the yellow jackets that say SECURITY on the back) at concerts and sporting events.

We had to sign up in August (preseason) and I did because I KNEW the GIANTS were going to the Super Bowl.

No. Stop right there.

Every one else was predicting a three-peat for the 49ers or maybe the LA (at the time) Rams but I knew it was the GIANTS time. Even when Phil Simms went down in the middle of the season - I knew.

Here is where I cut the story and 'yada, yada, yada' the actual season and the playoffs (except for a brief mention of Leonard Marshall smushing pretty boy, Joe Montana... heh, heh, heh). The GIANTS beat the 49ers on a last second field goal and my prediction came true - the GIANTS were coming to town for the Super Bowl.

Now some people backed out at this point because they didn't want to get stuck being security in the parking lot or guarding a bathroom or something. I decided to take the risk since even hanging out in the parking lot was closer than I was probably ever going to get to going to the Super Bowl.

Another key to this story is that we were in the midst of the Persian Gulf War and so security was absolutely hyper. The day started very early for us and I was stationed inside the stadium - sa-WEET! But right as the Florida orchestra was setting up for the National Anthem, the guy in charge called me down from the top of the stadium and positioned me down in the bowels of the stadium, in front of a ladies room. I watched Whitney Houston sing the National Anthem on a tv that was hanging above the snack bar.

Now this was 1991 and I was a football-obssessed college student who had no clue the damage terrorists could do so with only a twinge of guilt... I left my post. There was no way I was getting THAT close, actually hearing the roar of the crowd - but not watching the actual game.

I went back up and walked around trying to look important and trying to stay out of other peoples' way. Then I caught the supervisors' attention who gave me a glare and then said he was a GIANTS fan too and sat me down to guard that row of chairs. YES!

As the second half started he said that he really did need me back up where I was - I didn't care, I just wanted to stay in the stadium. I went back up to the very top to 'guard the flags'. This is also where you can find the real fans, and not all of corporate America who just use the game as another perk. They were happy to see me as the other woman who had been there didn't even like football and when they pushed her to pick a team she said the OTHER one.

I returned to my post and watched and held hands with the other fans when the other team lined up for a game winning field goal. I held my breath as we looked to the players on the field to tell us because our height and angle was so great it was hard to tell if the ball went through the goal posts or not... HE MISSED! I watched as one of my favorite players - and actual good guy - jumped so high his fingertips seemed to touch the skywaited. Final Scored: 20-19.


After the game I was helping walk the guys to their busses (Yes, Mr. 7'6", 300+lb, offensive lineman - I am here to protect you!). Some of them invited the group of us to go out and party and celebrate their victory with them. Some of the guys and women from my school went, but I did not.

I wanted my idols to stay my idols and I wasn't stupid. These are grown men, celebrating a huge victory in slightly seedy city's party district. I'll pass.

Monday, August 27, 2007

I Never Thought I'd Say This...

... but I think I'm done with professional football. And by professional football I mean both the NFL and Division I NCAA.

Now for some of you reading this (Listing Straight) that means nothing, but to me it is huge. This is coming from someone who only 3 years ago was an NFL Direct Ticket annual subscriber. Later on this week I will post my Super Bowl post to illustrate how monumentous this decision is but for now some reasons why.

It is not just Michael Vick, but Michael Vick is certainly a HUGE straw - haystack really - that broke the camel's back. I mean iw. Iw, iw, iw. And then all of the guys that defended him and are defending him still are NFL guys. People... he has admitted to killing dogs with his bare hands. Hello!

And there is a lot more out there than we hear in the media.

The thing is we ask these guys to play a very nasty, violent sport. Surveys shows that most football fans don't even care that these guys are doing anything they can to get an edge - steroids, speed, etc... - even though we all know what a disaster that stuff is in a long run. Guys are bigger and faster and serious injuries are taking place. The offensive lineman now wear knee braces as part of their regular equipment.

Guys play football and at 40 they can't walk up a flight of stairs... or walk.

I used to argue for football saying that in boxing, the idea is to actually knock a man down. In football, the idea is to get across the goal line but I am afraid more and more to fans the idea of football is to knock the other team's guy out of the game, season - even out of his career.

Really I have been thinking more and more about how I don't want The Boy to play football. And how can I expect him not to want to be involved in a sport if we watch hours and hours of it at home?

I do love the game and so we may go to the local Division III team's games because that is an all together different atmosphere. And it is a lot better to spend a Saturday afternoon at a game than inside watching games for hours.

Now if someone offers me a ticket and a tailgate at a State game, will I go - absolutely!
Will I watch the Super Bowl - you had better believe it!
If my favorite pro team does well this year will I be tempted to tune in? We'll see.

But I think my football obsession is done.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Tattoo: Why Now? Am I Sure?

Really it started in the summer of 1999. That is when I had my accident and my finger had to be amputated by a surgeon after I had done 98% of the job myself with the unfortunate combination of a screw sticking out of the back of portable basketball hoop pole and my wedding rings. (Yes... foreshadowing... I get it.)

I was stunned by the amount of 'comforting' phone calls and cards and face-to-faces from people reassuring me that God must have a plan or be testing me. This stunned me. A lot of us have children - would we EVER test them or teach them a lesson by purposefully causing bodily harm? HELL NO!

In counseling I constantly remarked on how this was accident was not caused by God. Sure, God could use it for good, but God did not do this to me. The counselor eventually told me to stop protecting God - apparantly God can handle bad theology... it's the killing and greed that pisses Her off.

In November of 2003 our daughter left this earthly kingdom before we even got to meet her. I started to think seriously of a tattoo - but what? I thought of our child's initials or maybe her nickname in Chinese, but then if we had other children would I need to have their names tattooed on as well? I began to think about the inner strength that we have that is fueled by our faith. The combination of still struggling with exactly what to get and TDH's absolute disgust at the idea of it always put it out of reach.

But I never stopped thinking about it.

Now we are in August of 2007 and I am once again weathering a humongous personal storm. And once again I find myself reaching deep down for inner strength. And yet this is not an inner strength with its foundation in me. I am merely human. This is an inner strength deeply rooted in the knowledge that God is emphatically, over-the-top, passionately, profoundly in love with me. I am God's creation and anything I am able to do/accomplish/achieve and yes even survive in this earthly kingdom is because I am a beloved child of God in EVERY sense of the word.

And that word is 'hesed'.

This is what my tattoo shall say and it shall be in the color of the ocean when I like it the best - in the fall and slightly stirred up. No 'surf's up' blues for me. I am looking for New England ocean in September blue.

And so 8 years after I first thought it over, it is now time to get that tattoo. The date is September 28th, a day I have already requested off as one of my quarterly spiritual days. That's right, it's a spiritual day. And as we have noted in other posts it is self care... and I'm ready.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Real Men of Genius

You know, I have had trouble with my samek's and my mem's before (I am speaking of the tattoo now). Back when I was in seminary I was a Yankee fan and I bought a hat that phonetically in Hebrew said 'Yankees'. Although the samek at the end of it kind of looked like a mem so my Yankee hating Hebrew prof laughed hysterically because translated that way 'YaNaKiM' means literally 'those who suck'.

My friend reminded me of these really great ads from Budweiser. I remember hearing one of them on the radio and having to pull over I was laughing so hard. My favorite one in this series (there are 3) is the last one, because there is nothing I enjoy more than eating a huge meat salad and responding proudly when anyone asks what I had for a lunch, "Why a salad, of course."

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Things That Make Me Happy - 8/22

Is this better?

Here is a picture of the whole table just for a little size perspective:

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Things That Make Me Happy

- Today I came home from work to a clean house. Thank you domestic goddess!

- The Boy (age 2 and 1/2) instead of saying 'yogurt' says 'megurt'.

- My completed (and correct) tattoo design (see below but close the circle on the middle letter).

- Yesterday I took two naps.

- The decision to make this a more consistent feature of this blog.

- A sense of humor.
I've been thinking about the upcoming Big Family Event in the beginning of September and although a lot of friends and family already know of our separation there is a segment of the family that does not.

You know the types that bring out the worst in you because you only see them every other Big Family Event but their child of the same age is currently the top engineer at NASA and the younger one has just about wrapped up their innovative plan for feeding the children of Africa. They aren't evil, but you also don't really care about how much mission work needs to be done in Nepal or care that they climbed Mt. Everest since they were down there anyway.

It is these folks that don't know and who I am currently trying to figure out how to answer the question: "I see The Boy, but where is TDH?"

So far I have:
Aliens. It was awful.
I shot him.
He had his NASCAR time trial today.

What say you?

Monday, August 20, 2007

Hebrew Help

Okay you Hebrew geeks out there - does this say 'hesed'?
UPDATE: My Old Testament professor friend says it doesn't. Stay tuned...

Good Advice Not Taken

Late Saturday night I was informed via email that TOW, etc... are "going to take a break" from our church. Finally! So I was ready to feel happy to be back at church and in the pulpit again but it really didn't happen. The burden is still great.

And now the rumors have started. Actually, I think they are more guesses as to why TDH would have left our home over depression. Still, one involves me having an affair and so enough is enough. I am tired of protecting everyone else at the cost of my own mental and emotional health.

The advice many of you gave me was to get it all out there - it is better to rip off a band-aid quickly. Because of other people's involvement I could not do that, but now it is time to pull the rest of the thing off.

We are still discussing what the best way to do that is - letter? meetings? one big meeting after church? I do know that I am going to let my elders handle it. The two I spoke with yesterday said they in no way, shape or form wanted me to have to stand up in front of everyone again especially to explain something that I had no part in creating.

Either way, this sucks. I realize life is not fair, but I sure did not need another lesson in: "Even When You do Everything Right, Things Can Still Go Wrong."

Sometimes I actually say it out loud, "Keep rowing."
And for now, I am.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: Word Association

Below you will find five words. Tell us the first thing you think of on reading each one. Your response might be simply another word, or it might be a sentence, a poem or a story.

1. vineyard
I've always wanted to go to one on vacation but TDH doesn't drink so it seemed silly. Maybe now is the time.

2. root
I just taught The Boy what a root is on our last hike. He even knows that it puts water in the tree.

3. rescue
Yes please.

*4. perseverance
What I want my tattoo to symbolize.

5. divided
My family

*Edited to add: After seeing TDH's face just now when he thought the temporary one was a real one, I am DEFINITELY getting one. The choices he would make in life no longer define me. This is something I want to do and have wanted to do since November of 2003.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

You Know You Want To

So I've got me a tattoo just above my right ankle.

And sure, maybe it's a temporary one.

And okay, maybe it has the logo on it from our most recent VBS.

But STILL it looks pretty cool and I am leaning ever so closer to getting one for real.

Who's with me?!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

No Pain, No Gain?

Last week I had childcare lined up for my denomination's uber-committee meeting. The meeting was cancelled due to lack of interest in the middle of August and the woman I had lined up for childcare told me to go do something for me instead.

Yes. We love her.

I immediately contacted Ladyburg and we narrowed down our options to:
a) Get pedicures and coffee
b) Go to her gym so I could learn part of the routine her trainer puts her through.

My friends, I am here to tell you - always go with (a) - pedicures and coffee. I realize for some of you that is an absolute no-brainer. What can I say, I'm still a tomboy.

I spent the next few days post-workout in pretty decent pain. It was a good pain meaning I didn't pull any weird muscles or anything, it was just the normal sore after working out the muscles. Ladyburg mentioned that her trainer has said something about it having to hurt afterwards in order to know you had a good workout and you really worked the muscle.

I guess since I am not into muscle building as much as muscle toning, I had hoped for a little less pain. I mean, does it REALLY have to hurt just in order to get stronger? If you just try to maintain where you are now, does that mean no pain?

Or does no pain mean that you are not progressing.

Of course this now translates into my marriage.

Until the beginning of this year I really thought we were in a good place. Sure, there were times when we were running parallel lives, but what marriage with a child does not go through those ups and downs? We were maintaining... or maybe only I was maintaining, I'm not sure.

Now of course, we are in the midst of a lot of pain. Sometimes I can see us together way in the distance - and we look incredibly strong for having come through all of this pain. Sometimes I can only see myself in the distance - and again stronger for having gone through the experience.

But right now, I just wish we somehow could have avoided all of this pain.

Soon after we lost Baby Snowpea I preached a sermon on life's disappointments. One of my favorite parts of the sermon was when I preached a familiar illustration and then turned it upside down on its head, giving people permission to feel sad and weak in whatever moment they were in themselves:

There was a man who was asleep one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man there was work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. This the man did, day after day.

For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock pushing with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.

After awhile the man became very discouraged at his lack of progress. He became disheartened and he asked himself, “Why kill myself over this?" he thought. "I'll just put in my time, giving just the minimum of effort and that will be good enough."

And that he planned to do until one day he decided to make it a matter of Prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord. "Lord" he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock a half an inch. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"

To this the Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when long ago I asked you to serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to me, your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so?

Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock. BUT YOUR CALLING WAS TO BE OBEDIENT, TO PUSH AND TO EXERCISE YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN MY WISDOM.

This you have done. I, my friend, will now move the rock."

Because we are in church I will refrain from telling you that right now I hate this annoying illustration. I do not want to be strong and muscled with my back brown – I am happy with pale and flabby and I just want to stop hurting. I do not want to be obedient. I do not want to exercise my faith and trust in God’s wisdom. Lord, if you can move the rock, then by all means save us all some trouble and please do so.

This just about sums up where I now find myself again. I get that this pain will eventually make me stronger. Thanks. I've read that greeting card.

But for right now, I just don't want to hurt anymore.
And I'm not so sure getting stronger is worth the pain.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007


I had a post almost finished for today, but I will now save it for tomorrow as the source of one of my favorite childhood memories joined the Church Triumphant today, Phil Rizzuto.

I actually wrote about him in one of our Friday Five's.

He was a Hall of Fame shortstop for the New York Yankees and won the MVP in 1950. Ted Williams said that if the Red Sox had Phil Rizzuto playing shortstop then they would have won all of those World Series instead of the Yankee teams that included other greats such as Joe Dimaggio and Mickey Mantle.

But my memories come from his calling the play-by-play over the radio and me listening to 770AM deep into the night, acting out the game with my 'Bucky Dent' baseball bat and my 'Ron Guidry' glove.

Alas, if you are not a baseball fan, but you are a music fan then all you have to do is listen to Meatloaf's Paradise by the Dashboard Light. The baseball 'innuendo' is delivered by none other than Scooter.

You can learn more about who he was here.


Monday, August 13, 2007

Brief Update

Quiet sick day for The Boy and I at home today. My voice is just about gone and the occasional coughing fit leaves me begging for mercy. The Boy's energy is definitely down as he is content to watch his favorite videos and lay alternately on the couch and in my lap. Occasionally he wants to play and so we do that.

Tonight we will take a break from our house arrest and with the assistance of my mother go out and look at washers/dryers as the ones in the manse have just about given all they can give. The church quickly realized that if none of them can remember when they were purchased then by all means, we must need new ones.

This, my friends, is why you stay in a call more than 4 years. My theory is that we all want the benefit of the doubt right away, but especially in these rural settings you have to earn it. Of course, that is a detailed hypothesis that must be saved for another day.... or maybe never because it actually sounds quite boring.

I am hoping this week remains as quiet as it looks to be on my calendar. There is another counseling session coming up so I am holding my breathe there.

Have a good day.
Peace, friends.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Love. Her.

I find the name of the potential groom in this piece particularly intriguing.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Another Little Thing

The stress post below asked what stresses you the most - the big or the little things. I need to start doing a study on if when you are under a big stress, the little things just seem more obvious and bigger or if in fact, a big stress turns the balance so decidedly to the bad side of things that little stressful things actually do start to add up.

As part of my case study I will include this morning when I woke up to quiet home since The Boy is at his grandparents. The humidity has broken so I set up a chair, coffee and a book outside under the big oak trees. I was there 5 minutes when the service that mows the lawn shows up.

They never show up on Saturdays.

So now not only is my moment interrupted, but I have to clean up the toys from the yard of course dropping the kiddie picnic table on my foot in the process. Also, the windows in the house now need to be closed as I am allergic to cut grass and already battling a cold complete with lost voice, headache and runny nose.

Eventually one of these seemingly little things is going to absolutely cause me to crack.

At least there is a movie featuring Teh Clooney on tv.

Friday, August 10, 2007

The Small Things

In Friday's Five the question was asked what causes stress, the big things or the little thing.

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: Stress Edition

This week's Friday Five comes to us from Sally who writes, "...this weeks questions are looking at how you deal with the stress monster!!!???"
To which I must ask, of what is she referring to? What does it mean, this word 'stress'?


Onto reality:

1. First, and before we start busting stress, what causes you the most stress, is it big things or the small stuff ?
This is a good question for me right now, as of course the BIG things in life are stressful to me right now but I have found I can handle them. Where I almost fall apart are the little things especially when they pile up and I already have a big (some might say massive) thing on my plate. Little things like: my favorite pen running out of ink, my third shirt of the morning getting a stain on it, being harrassed by a pastor with her own issues, finally sitting outside with a book and the kiddy pool ready to go and a storm moves in from nowhere... stuff like that can just about push me over the edge.

2. Exercise or chocolate for stress busting ( or maybe something else) ?
Exercise. Although after Ladyburg attempted to have her personal trainer turn my arms into totally ineffective noodles it was nice to relax back at her house with a brilliantly cold and tasty beer and a touch of dark chocolate. Actually what was REALLY delicious was the long, hot shower in her gorgeously re-done bathroom without a toddler constantly checking on my status.
3.What is your favourite music to chill out to?
I feel like I haven't found the answer to this yet, because my very small musical world is being opened up every day. I very well may have to stick to my answer from a previous Friday Five: The waves hitting the sand, the shells brushing together as the water returns from whence it came, seagulls calling in the distance, the laughter of a child discovering the way the cool water tickles as it dances over his feet.

4. Where do you go to chill?

5. Extrovert or introvert, do you relax at a party, or do you prefer a solitary walk?
Both. I am absolutely an extrovert and I enjoy a party... or probably closer to the truth, a group of friends gathered trying to make each other laugh as hard as possible.
But I also cherish solitary walks. In October we finally make it to the beach for a week and for part of that my Mom will be there to help with The Boy (she would say 'to hang out with The Boy') so I am really looking forward to being able to walk up and down the beach, taking deep, cleansing breaths of salty ocean air and listening to the music of the waves pounding and the sand squishing beneath my feet.

Bonus- share your favourite stress busting tip!
In a word: move.
I love to play a sport until I can't play no mo'. In college it was beach volleyball until we were literally dropping. Now it is harder to find a good volleyball game (it's bump - set - spike people, not attempt to hit it over the net - hit off that lady's shoulder - bounce out of bounds). So a hike on nearby trails with The Boy or racquetball with a friend or even a bike ride has to suffice.

A hot cup o' joe with a friend works too but it has to be on one of the comfy couches with no tv on.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Just a Couple More Things

First - Domestic Goddess is coming today. Actually, she is already here. Dog, child and I are all in my office already because I didn't want to get in her way. This is a first for me and I am just so excited. Now if I could just afford someone to go to the grocery store for me...

Second - TDH and I have our first counseling appointment today... together. I am thankful that finally we are taking this step forward and pulling ourselves out of the free fall we were/are in. But part of me is very anxious as I feel like this is either the start of our new beginning... or the beginning of the end.

Not that I have loaded it with unrealistic and heavy expectations or anything.

(ummm, do I need to clarify that is not us in the picture?)

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Just a Couple of Things

First - After a huge Memorial Service Saturday night and Sunday School and service this morning I was thinking to myself, "Phew. I pulled off another weekend."
And then it occurred to me - there's more.
VBS starts at 5:45.
I'm diggin' deep.
Edited to Add: I have been released from VBS duties. Apparantly I look as tired and miserable as I feel. Others will lead opening and closing. Also, the Boy struggles when I am in a room and he cannot be near me. He will have more fun without me up front and center stage.
So will I.

Second - Is it possible that someone would plan their meltdown and eventual departure from their home solely based on the fact that general supplies (cleaning products, pet foods, food staples,, etc...) were running low and he/she just didn't feel like replenishing them?
Or am I just being cynical?

Friday, August 3, 2007


Well of course his name had to be
Jim Bob.

Edited to add: See picture here.

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: Pilgrimage Edition

I have not been on a pilgrimage so I do not have much to say here, but I so desperately wanted to post something other than how sad and tired I am that I decided to give it a shot anyway. This week's Friday Five is from reverend mother:

Hello friends, I am just back from a lovely time of pilgrimage in the isle of Iona, "cradle of Scottish Christianity." It has provided much food for thought, to say the least, and so, to keep the pilgrim mojo going:

1. Have you ever been on a pilgrimage? (however you choose to define the term) Share a bit about it. If not, what's your reaction to the idea of pilgrimage?
I really haven't although I could discuss how going to the beach now that I have moved away or going to the Super Bowl in 1991 are and were pilgrimages for me, I do not want to insult those who are speaking purely of holy experiences.

2. Share a place you've always wanted to visit on pilgrimage.
You know... I really haven't thought about it except to say that I would love to go to the Holy Land but as the mother of a toddler I have more than once made the decision that it is a risk I cannot take.

3. What would you make sure to pack in your suitcase or backpack to make the pilgrimage more meaningful? Or does "stuff" just distract from the experience?
Stuff does distract, but I would be sure to bring a journal and a meditation book and a pocket Bible.

4. If you could make a pilgrimage with someone (living, dead or fictional) as your guide, who would it be? (I'm about thisclose to saying "Besides Jesus." Yes, we all know he was indispensable to those chaps heading to Emmaus, but it's too easy an answer)
Hmmm, good one. I would bring Ladyburg and Listing Straight because they both have the right balance of knowledge and levity. Of course we would need to get Ladyburg reasonable shoes.

5. Eventually the pilgrim must return home, but can you suggest any strategies for keeping that deep "mountaintop" perspective in the midst of everyday life? (don't mind me, I'll be over here taking notes)
All the things I don't do - consistent prayer/quiet/meditative time. And since you are taking notes reverend mother I want to wish you extra good luck with that now that #3 is almost here.

Thursday, August 2, 2007


Is it still a Holy Nap if it happened on Thursday?

'Cause it sure feels like one.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

The Dog Knew

We have a Golden Retriever. Those of you who have one or ever met one know that these are loving, happy, trusting dogs.

A few months ago we noticed that our dog was no longer a TDH fan. The Boy would drop food on the floor, TDH would point it out and the dog would go nowhere near it if TDH stayed there.

The dog came to us about five years ago house trained and had only one accident in the house when we very first got him. Nothing ever since. When The Boy and I went away while TDH stayed home to pack and leave our home the dog #2'ed on the floor not once, but twice.

Good dog.