Thursday, January 31, 2008

memory countdown.....

No comments necessary, I just need to get these out... kind of like an exorcism.

Our friends were stationed in Hawaii while we were in seminary. So what does any highly budgeted, cash-strapped couple do? You realize that free lodging in paradise is reason enough to suck it up for the airfare and you go to Hawaii! It was amazing. We had so much fun from hiking to eating to driving all around every nook and cranny of Oahu and Kauai.

I remember even the air smelled sweet and it seemed like there was a rainbow around every corner.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

memory countdown....

No comments necessary, I just need to get these out... kind of like an exorcism.

On our honeymoon the only money I brought was some cash one of the bridesmaids had given me to reimburse for her dress. He was stunned that I had not brought any of my own money. I just did what I always saw my parents do - my Dad paid. He was so flustered by this that we ended up buying only one souvenir from our honeymoon and we SPLIT the cost. We used to both crack up at this story.

I still tell this story when I am doing premarital counseling and bringing up the MAIN THING couples need to negotiate how they are going to handle - money.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

memory countdown...

No comments necessary, I just need to get these out... kind of like an exorcism.

As I mentioned before we met in September of 1995. We were engaged February 1, 1996 and married at the end of August that year. That's right. We were married before we had known each other a year. I used to say, "Hey, when you know you know."

Actually, I still stand by that.

Monday, January 28, 2008

memory countdown..

No comments necessary, I just need to get these out... kind of like an exorcism.

We met in September of 1995 and my beloved grandmother passed in January of 1996. We spent Christmas with my grandparents and one of the things he gave me was a stuffed puppy dog. I was holding the dog and my grandmother said, "Well, isn't he a cutie... and that dog he gave you is cute too."

Sunday, January 27, 2008

memory countdown.

No comments necessary, I just need to get these out... kind of like an exorcism.

Our first date was my great Uncle's funeral down in Miami. Seriously. We had talked on the phone quiet a few times and exchanged letters and then when my great Uncle passed and the funeral was going to be relatively close to where he lived (and one of those funerals that was going to be more family reunion at the yacht club than funeral) I asked permission and he was invited to come too. I still remember those funeral/wedding relatives asking us, "Soooo, how long have you two known each other?"
And us sheepishly looking at each other and saying, "Oh, a good three weeks now."

Saturday, January 26, 2008

memory countdown

No comments necessary, I just need to get these out... kind of like an exorcism.

We were such church/youth director geeks that our wedding song was by Michael W. Smith - Other Side of Me.

The Chemistry of Cooking

I did pizza from scratch again last night and learned the important lesson of olive oil. No harm, no foul but I did add a splash+ more of olive oil to the dough because for whatever reason it didn't seem moist enough to me while kneading it. On the other end of the cooking process this created a crust that was not quite as crunchy as last time and had a strong flavor of, you guessed it, olive oil. A 'hint' of olive oil is fun and makes one think they are a cooking genius. An olive oil flavor is just a bit much.
Still edible and the evening was overall a success.

My other problem is that through the holidays I had good coffee. I buy good coffee when guests are coming into town and then for Christmas I was given a coffee maker and so of course those who knew this was headed my way gave me more good coffee. And now it is gone. And I am 'stuck' with large kegs of 1/2 decaf Major Brand coffee and there are NO amount of scoops I can put in to make it stronger and better.
Sigh... Fair trade store here I come. I have become one of those drinkers that can tell what I drink and this. ain't. good.


On another note, sorry about the lack of posts this past week. It was a busy one. I will try to do better next week; a week which just may include me trading in one label for another. Have a great weekend!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Life is in the Details

I have lamented here before - in a post I cannot find in the time allotted to put this up - that it is the details that really push my buttons. You know, the proverbial feather on the camel's back. For instance, I am getting divorced. Fine. I get it. This I can handle, but the detail work of working out the financials just about pushes me over the edge. And little things like changing a name over and then having some computer somewhere switch it arbitrarily back so that you have to go through the whole process again.
Grrrrrrr!

Yesterday though I did some detail work on my very busy week/month/mid-life crisis with some help from my cruise director, Ladyburg. We just played for the afternoon and it was so great and so needed and so healing. It is amazing how far a relaxed lunch, pedis and a great movie (Juno) will take you.

Yeah for Ladyburg who has family coming in TODAY and has a schedule that makes mine look like child's play (well except for the inflicted mid-life crisis, that ride is all on my own).

Sunday, January 20, 2008

It's Official

I have fallen off of the anti-football band wagon. Is it my fault that my team has made it to the NFC Championship game? I mean, really, what is a girl to do?!

This year I just didn't want to be more focused on football than I was on my son. Were the games on in my house as background? Certainly. But they were never the main focus of my attention. Well, at least not until the second half of last week's game when I let my entire downstairs be trashed all in the name of focusing all of my energies into beating the Cowboys (Umm yes, part of me actually does think I had something to do with it, why?).


I may have crossed a line tonight though. In order to keep The Boy entertained while I focused my energies on ending the playoff run of the otherwise highly respected and beloved by me Brett Fav-re, I pulled out The Boy's birthday present a little early.


He doesn't look like he's suffering too much though, does he?



Friday, January 18, 2008

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: Good Book Edition




What book have you read in the last six months that has really stayed with you? Why?
Definitely Animal, Vegetable, Miracle written by Barbara Kingsolver and family. I am absolutely more conscientious about where my food comes from. Now, am I doing anything about it? Well, in a word: no. BUT, I have big plans and in my defense I am putting a lot of energy into just keeping it together over here and it is hard to begin your focus on eating local produce in mid-January.
One thing I have done, is made pizza from scratch - VERY fun - and I have plans to do that again very soon.


What is one of your favorite childhood books?


The Little House by Virginia Lee Burton: Thanks to my son I have had new reason to read this great book although he does not stand for me just sitting there and losing myself in the pictures... that day will come, I hope. He is really more into Katy the Snowplow and Mary Anne the Steam Shovel (and her buddy Mike Mulligan, of course).



Do you have a favorite book of the Bible? Do tell!

Ummm, depending on my mood it can be anywhere from Psalms to the Gospel of John to Habbakuk (really, I just like being able to say the word 'Habbakuk').


What is one book you could read again and again?

As an adolescent it was definitely Trumpet of the Swan by EB White and I am guessing I could do that again at this age. Sadly, I hardly have time to read nonwork things (or work things) so it would be rarer still for me to read something again and again.

Although I AM getting better at reading for just me. I am reading some Pym now in fact.


Is there a book you would suggest for Lenten reading? What is it and why?


Well, except for the fact that I heard he is recently touring his book again in a similar pattern as the Purpose Driven hubbub - and for some reason that bothers me - I would say Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline.


Thursday, January 17, 2008

I do. I did. He did too.

You stare into each other's eyes, hands barely touching across barely eaten plates of dinner a few dates in, and you retrace your steps up to this point.

You grew up in the church from baptism to youth groups. He did too.

You hung out with friends in high school, never dated. He did too.

You only dated if it was serious. He did too.

You worked with children and youth in the church - both volunteer and paid. He did too.

Eventually he asks and you say yes.

You stood in front of over 500 people from two different church families to make a committment. He did too.

You went to Hawaii, Maine, visited family, got mad, got happy and lived life. He did too.

You experienced the ultimate low. He did too.

You experienced the ultimate high. He did too.



Soon, you will sign the divorce papers.
He will too.

Monday, January 14, 2008

A Little Composure Please

In a jarring yang to yesterday's napping yin, I was standing over The Boy as he stood on his stool and washed his hands at the sink when for some reason he jumped. The resulting undercut to my jaw created: stars, the taste of blood in my mouth, a runny nose, watery eyes and a strong desire (rest assured, not fulfilled) to throw him across the room. My head still doesn't feel quite right.


In a more humorous injury story, while on the retreat with the governing body of my congregation this past weekend I broke my third toe by slamming it into a camouflaged bed frame (that is not the funny part). It really is not a big deal, just recently both mothers (reverend and laura) have suffered far worse toe damage.


In worship I couldn't wear a normal dress shoe, but when I accidently kicked the baptismal font on my way down to begin the communion liturgy I did need to take pause for my head to clear before continuing on. This is what I began to read:

We have all fallen short of the glory of God. We have hurt and been hurt, broken and been broken, alienated and been alienated, wronged and been wronged, sinned and been sinned against.
Now as this time reminds us of God’s grace, we bring to the Lord all the broken pieces of our lives and ask our loving Parent to continue to put them together and make us whole.


On the first hurt/broken combination I started to giggle. By "broken pieces" and "whole" I had to stop because I and the four elders in the front row were laughing.


Nice.


I took a deep breathe, explained to the congregation that I had broken my toe while on the retreat, let them know I was going to start the liturgy again and then I did.


And one final note, my leftover Chinese food fortune cookie tonight said:

You're transforming yourself into someone who is certain to succeed.


I will need to learn how to behave in church first.




Sunday, January 13, 2008

Holy Nap

Today The Boy refused to nap. My parents were here just in case this happened because I knew I would absolutely positively need one. He was so desperate to keep my attention he even used the potty to keep me with him (despite Mommy's exhaustion there was a proper celebration).

Finally, he was clearly exhausted too and so once I again I brought him to his room for a nap.
"Please Mommy get in car bed?"

I figured I might as well because at that point any mattress would do. It turned out to be a decision well made when after laying there for about a minute or two he handed me one of the three of his most prized possessions and said, "Mommy want Pooh blankie?"

Truly I have never been more honored.
And yes, we both napped.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Some Things...

Note to Self: Meeting of Presbytery's uber-committee and leadership of uber-committee's only slightly less uber subcommittee SHALL NOT BE in the same week as Session Retreat.
Nor shall the latter be followed by introductory Deacon's meeting after worship.

TDH has returned from southern phallic state from a one and a half hour service for the deceased. He confirmed that it was who we had been told in the box (I just wanted to be sure).

I once again participated in the exercise of humiliation known as me asking TDH if he wanted to come home and work on our marriage. He declined. This will hopefully be the last exercise of this sort as things should be final in a few weeks. And really there are a few positives:
a) I have noted that each time I participate in this exercise of humiliation (average about once a month when the guilt/reflection on what committment really means gets to me) anyway, every time I participate the sting to the face of rejection seems to be less and less.

b) It is further confirmation that there really is nothing more I can do.

c) I can through choosing the right channels ("leaks to the press") assure my congregation that there is nothing this particular clergy person can do to stop the divorce... even if she IS clergy.

I am grateful that The Boy woke up this morning - early - and immediately went downstairs to play with his train table and retrieved his own juice (that I had made last night) from the refrigerator.

And I am grateful that just as I was lamenting how my almost 3 year old is going on 15 with all of that independence he came upstairs and got into the shower with me because he was afraid I was playing with his boat. For the record, I was not.

If someone could write my communion meditation for Sunday, that would be great!

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Rowing

Things that make me happy:

- Red and white striped pajammies on The Boy,

- Memories of better times - although bittersweet - are still fun,

- Clean, flannel sheets.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Busy Post (lame I know)

We’re very very busy
And we’ve got a lot to do
And we haven’t got a minute
To explain it all to you
For on Sunday Monday Tuesday
There are people we must see
And on Wednesday Thursday Friday
We’re as busy as can be

With our most important meetings
And our most important calls
And we have to do so many things
And post them on the walls…

We have to hurry far away
And then we hurry near
And we have to hurry everywhere
And be both there and here
And we have to send out messages
\By e-mail, phone, and fax
And we’re talking every minute
And we really can’t relax

And we think there is a reason
To be running neck-and-neck
And it must be quite important
But we don’t have time to check.

Lyrics by Sandra Boynton

Friday, January 04, 2008

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: New Year's Resolution Edition

Well it had to be didn't it, love them or hate them I bet you've been asked about New Year resolutions. So with no more fuss here is this weeks Friday Five:

1. Do you make New Year resolutions?
Yes... although they are more 'hopes' or 'goals'.

2. Is this something you take seriously, or is it a bit of fun?
Somewhat serious, with a major dash of fun. There is no flogging when the hope/goal is not accomplished.

3. Share one goal for 2008.
To hug The Boy 1,000,000 times.

4. Money is no barrier, share one wild/ impossible dream for 2008.
Live in Hawaii.

5. Someone wants to publish a story of your year in 2008, what will the title of that book be?
"REDEMPTION!"

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Small (miniscule) Steps


And so I read Barbara Kingsolver's Animal,Vegetable, Miracle. Well, I read most of it since it was on reserve at the libary which means no extending past the two weeks and the two weeks I had it was right over Christmas. She lost me deep into the chapter about asparagus and I had to skip January and February.

But she did inspire me and so this Friday - tomorrow! - friends are coming over and I am making my first attempt at pizza from scratch.

Of course the main theme of the book is the positives of eating locally; one of the biggest being that by eating locally we reduce the amount of fossil fuels used to bring our food to us. So although I am sure she appreciates any kind of small steps that may be made towards eating healthier, slower and surrounded by friends and family I am not so sure she would find the positives in me buying the yeast needed from Walmart... or that it was shipped from the other side of the nation.

oops.

I promise to hit the local Farmer's Market when it opens.
Promise.

Mixed Emotions

My mother-in-law died this morning.

Oh to see the shock on her face when 'those people' are safe and secure behind the pearly gates and she has to have a long, long, LONG talk on a bench outside with Those Who Are In Charge before she can even get in line.

(I know that comment is not theologically sound, just go with it.)

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

2008

Well, put me at the top of your list of people who are most happy to see the year flip from one to the other. Like every year 2008 will have its ups and downs but 2007 was seriously starting to get on my nerves.

2008 started off well enough as a couple that has been on the top of my prayer list for a couple of years now as they journey through infertility informed me they are pregnant. It's still early and I am still praying but that was some sweet, sweet news.

Tomorrow it's back to work and it is going to be intense as ALL of the things I put off in order to survive Advent/Christmas are just waiting there to POUNCE. Officer ordination and installation this Sunday? Sure, no problem! Session retreat next weekend - OKAY!

I've set some reasonable professional and personal goals for 2008 - nothing too crazy but none of them are a given either. One of them is to lighten up this blog a bit... nothing fraudulent; just a reminder to continue to be blessed by the lighter side of life.

So.... my friend traveling these past few days texted me to say she had landed at her connection airport and hoped there was a Starbuck's. This reminded me that as I left from my post-Thanksgiving hide-a-way I made it through security and found a Starbuck's that had my seasonal fave - peppermint mocha - and thought myself to be way too cool as I made it on the plane with my mocha, iPod and my lappie. I looked good - young, relaxed and professional. And I could tell others thought so too as they were looking at me as if I had something to show them.

And when I made it to a bathroom at my own connecting airport I realized I did have something to show them - a HUGE brown spot of peppermint mocha that had spilled and dried right on the very tip of my nose.

Look at me now!