I know I haven’t updated in a while but I have been at my Mother and Fathers for some time and am now back to my version of normal. Nothing to post now but I will be updating soon. Hope I didn’t lose anyone during my sabbatical.
I know I haven’t updated in a while but I have been at my Mother and Fathers for some time and am now back to my version of normal. Nothing to post now but I will be updating soon. Hope I didn’t lose anyone during my sabbatical.
I attend a rather large church in my hometown. It isn’t large in comparison to some of the “mega churches” in the bigger cities but for this area it is large with attendance usually around 1200 people. When we moved to this town we searched for a church we could call “home.” We entered several “traditional” churches and never felt a match. I remember going in one and only talking to the secretary (as the preacher was gone). Later that evening when we got home we had a message from the preacher saying he thought his church was a perfect fit for us and for us to call him back. We chuckled since he had never even met us or talked to us. I finally talked my husband into going to the “big church on the highway.” He was afraid it was one of those “weird” churches where people lurch in the aisles and talk in tongues. I kept assuring him that a church THAT big wouldn’t be “weird.” It has to be somewhat mainstream in order to get that big of a congregation. I was right in my assumption. We walked in on a Wednesday and told them we were new in town and looking for a church. The secretary introduced us to a man by the name of Alan. He was wearing blue jeans and was completely laid back. He gave us a tour of the church, explaining their goal to “reach lost people and guide them to a personal relationship with Christ.” He also said that even if this church wasn’t a fit for us he wanted to help us find one in town that was. That struck us so deep. He was more worried that we find a church than stay in HIS church. He spent almost an hour with us and listened to us. We decided to give it a try that Sunday. Much to our surprise Alan was the lead pastor and was giving the message that day. We looked at each other in disbelief because we had no idea who this man was who was spending all that time with us. We assumed he had SOMETHING to do with the church but we never would have thought it was the lead pastor – he was so normal, so real, and so unlike any other preacher we had every met or talked to. Then to listen to this man’s sermons….wow. He was really concerned with lost people and the congregation showed it. It was an audience of misfits. Divorced men and women, recovering drug addicts and alcoholics, and your regular lost person (like you and me). We instantly felt we had found our church home. The love for Christ, the focus on him, and helping everyone cultivate a PERSONAL relationship with Him was awesomely overwhelming at times. The church grew and grew. The vision of the pastor, Alan, was to reach 10% 30,000 lost people in our county (so 3000 people for all your mathematically challenged out there).
Before we reached that goal, Alan said he was feeling the calling to go out to Colorado to grow new churches. The percentages of unchurched and lost people there were staggering. So, he left. It was a sad day but we all new Jesus Christ had not left the building so we would be fine. Fast forward a year and a few months and we were still without a lead pastor. The family and small groups pastors stepped in to give sermons as well as guest speakers but all the upheavel had made the attendance dwendal. My family and I weathered the storm and kept attending. There were rumors that they had pastors lined up to come in and do a “trial” sermon on which the congregation would vote wether they would become our head pastor or not. Never did that happen….
The congregation grew so hungry for a leader, so willing to just do SOMETHING to create some normalcy to the state of things again, that when they did finally find someone to apply for the job the congregation (in my opinion) rushed to accept him. He is a good man. A good father. A good friend. But, a leader with a vision that he has the ability to follow through with? I don’t think so. I guess we weren’t the only ones that had this opinion. The congregation numbers continued to drop and more people began to voice their concerns about the “spirit” of the church. The elders made the decision to “move in a different direction” and asked him to step down from lead pastor to small groups. He declined and left.
I am with the rest of the congregation who thinks the WAY the elders came to their decision did seem rash. The congregation was so surprised with the news. It was probably not the best way to do it but I also don’t know how else they could have done it. Would it have been right to tell the congregation, “We are putting your pastor on probation and if he doesn’t shape up he’s gone?” I’m sure he (the pastor) knew that the elders and (most of) the congregation weren’t happy with the state of things and he was notified as much. It would have probably been unfair to let us know that. He would have felt like he had a magnifying glass on him and worried about everything he said and did. So, I just don’t know how else the elders could have done what they did. It’s a rough situation for everyone.
So, once again we are sans leader. Rumors are flying around this little town like wildfire that Alan is showing interest in coming back and has even had a couple of interviews with elders. There are some totally seperate issues going on with him and why he left. He has told me in emails that he knows now that him leaving was nothing short of the age old sin of pride. He thought he had outgrown our little church and he should move on to bigger and better things. He has had a rough few years learning this lesson. I just pray that the congregation can accept him as the “prodical son” with open arms and forgive him for his humaness. I am so impressed that he would admit this that I am ready to have him back and let him finish what he started here – to get that 10% of lost people in this county to find Christ. Only time will tell if the elders and the church will have him back. From the conversations I’ve had with other members, we are willing to forget and forgive and move on to growing the kingdom. Now if only the politics don’t get in the way…..
So, I was correct in my prediction that we would, indeed, perform as The Who in front of an audience. What I didn’t predict was that we would put on a show for more than the smiling faces of our kids in their pictures. For some reason (blame it on the Quervo they say) we decided it would be a good idea to go outside under the canopy. We brought our laptop out and hooked speakers to it. Good sound really. It was a nice night and since RVers are notorious for being OUTSIDE their RV’s (even the people with the $200K ones – I don’t get it) we had a captive, live, and REAL audience. But, we didn’t care. We were rocking out and loving it. It’s ok though, because they were all drunk too.
During intermission of our show, we decided (OK I decided) we needed to smoke. Just so you know, I don’t smoke. Mr. Tolerable doesn’t smoke. But, I thought just because we were so cool the only thing that would make us cooler would be a cigarette. Mr. T was adamant about not letting me bum one or two off a fan neighbor. So, we walked down the highway to a gas station and just bought a whole pack. By now I am feeling pretty good and for some reason am having a hard time walking a strait line. Mr. T was able to help me along the way. Through clinched teeth he would say to me, “Don’t say anything to anyone.” as we would pass other Nascar people who were also feeling no pain and looking for conversation. We get to the gas station that has a line of Harley Davidson’s in front of it. We look through the window of the store and what do we see? A police officer standing at the counter chatting it up with the gas station attendant. “Shit” I say – I could just see us getting a public intox slapped on us and was doing my best to pretend I wasn’t drunk. Have you ever tried that? It’s hard. I suggest to Mr. T, “I’ll just stand out here (in the parking lot). You go in and get the cigarettes.” I was answered with a resounding, “Absolutely not. You stay with me and don’t say anything to anyone.” We are in and out with no problem. Phew, close one. LOL.
I got the camera out when we got back and was sitting on Mr. T’s lap snapping a few shots. The picture to the right will show me as the lunatic I am and my husband doing his impersonation of Zoolander? I really don’t know what we were doing but we were having fun. After a while, we bored of the outdoor stage as people were finally finding their way into their houses on wheels. We decided we would go in as well. I mean, what fun is it to sing, “My Generation” and windmill your “guitar” if no one is there to laugh at watch you?
That’s where this story ends for you. But, let’s just say MY story does not end until 3:30am – that’s right folks. Single people don’t have ALL the good sex. Thank you very much.
Jim The Tolerable and I are doing something we both LOOOOVE right now. No, besides that – jeeze people, get your heads out of the “R” rated section.
Location: Indianapolis Motor Speedway, RV, dining room table
Activity: Each at respective laptops using an EVDO card to surf and post all at high speed.
Why we love it: We are geeks first and foremost. But, what makes it even more awesome is that my Mom has the kids. The weather is absolutely perfect. A little nippy with the windows open tonight but no need to run the A/C. Time alone and time together…..and it couldn’t have come at a better time (read this if you don’t know what I mean).
This Sunday is the 15th running of the Brickyard 400 mile race at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. My husband has been coming since it’s inaugural race. He is an avid fan of not only motor sports but more specifically this speedway. I honestly just come for the vacation. Well and the good wine, conversation and laughter we both have here. It is at this racetrack we remember why we liked each other so much in the first place. It’s easy to forget there is someone on the other side of the table when you have one child throwing a cold mac n’ cheese down your shirt and another one screaming “Itsy Bitsy Spider.” We reconnect here (in more ways then one – you can return to the gutter now) and the cars are just a plus for him.
We have a tradition that we both look forward to when we come here; our air guitar session with The Who. After a few glasses of wine, and he, a few Coors Lights, we always end up with a broom and a hair brush jumping around and making the RV rock. From the outside it would look as if we were newlyweds but a peak through the windows would reveal two drunk friends, who happen to be married, lost in their fantasies of being Roger Daltrey (Me) and Pete Townshend (Jim). And boy are we good. The crowd (AKA pictures of the kids) roar. The chemistry we have on “stage” is golden. But, that’s tomorrow.
Tonight is a totally relaxing, unwinding time to just kick back and surf, post and read totally uninterrupted. I have commented on 12 blogs tonight and responded to all 7 comments I had (the most I’ve ever had in one night – thank you ICLW girls!). This is therapy and just what the doctor ordered.
Come back in a few days – hubby doesn’t know it but I’m going to sneak a few pictures of us air guitaring and post them. Ok, I take that back, I might post them. If I look like a 400 lb, red-eyed, raving banshee I reserve the right to withhold them.
I stole this from another blog who stole it from someone else and so the cycle goes. Feel free to steal it
from me. I guess “steal” is a harsh word……Copy? Use? Borrow? Yea, let’s go with borrow.
Below are a list of 100 suggested titles that a “well read” person in their life have picked up and actually read. I have “picked up” almost all of these, thumbed through them and imagined myself in a burgandy leather chair sipping brandy in my private library next to a brass desk light with a green shade on it. My fantasy library shelves are lined with these and many other classic novels as well as my trophy from my appearance on Jeopardy. I have no idea if Jeopardy gives trophies but it’s my vision so leave alone.
In the below list the books I have actually picked up and read are in bold. Those I began to read but never finish (promising myself I would some day) are in RED and my favorites are underlined.
1. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien (just don’t think this is my style)
3. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series – JK Rowling (Listened to the whole series while commuting to work).
5. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6. The Bible –I have read a good portion, but not all.
7. Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11. Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare (haven’t read the ENTIRE thing enough in college!)
15. Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger (My best friend in high school did a book report on this book 3 times in 4 years. I feel like I’ve read it!)
19. The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch – George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion – Jane Austen
36. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne (I don’t know of anyone with kids who has not read this to their kids)
41. Animal Farm – George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving
45. The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50. Atonement – Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52. Dune – Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58. A Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69. Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72. Dracula – Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett (I’ve read “MY Secret Garden” does that count?)
74. Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses – James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal – Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession – AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. In Cold Blood – Truman Capote
91. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94. Watership Down – Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespear
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
Wow! I feel this self investigation did nothing to boost my ego. I really am a hill billy ain’t I?

Yesterday the kids and I went to work with Daddy. Daddy works for a new home builder in a
beautifully decorated 5000 square foot home. I found myself salivating over the Corian countertops, tray ceilings, spacious rooms, and especially the WALK-IN closets! The green-eyed monster came bubbling up inside and I was thinking, “Man I need a house like this!” I think one of the closets was as big as one of my kids’ room…maybe I’m exaggerating but you get the idea of how the devil was just sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear, “You deserve better…you should have a bigger house…” It was indeed huge, beautiful and brand spanking new. The smell of Benjamin Franklin paint was still fresh in the air. It was perfect in every way. The nic-nacs were dusted and perfectly placed. Coordinating bed linens, curtains and even the wall hangings complete a look of elegance and class. The master bathroom was out of a Calgon commercial. Whirlpool tub surrounded with vanilla candles and a luffa bar (I would actually use a luffa bar if I had a bathroom like that, honest!) Not a wrinkle, spec of dust, or clutter to be seen. The company spared no expense when decorating and furnishing this home. Everything has a place and everything was in it. It was oddly refreshing and depressing at the same time. I thought to myself, “if only….”

Then I returned to my home. Toys scattered about, dishes in the sink, clutter on the TV, stacks of magazines next to the love seat, dirty clothes piled on the bedroom floors, beds unmade, paw prints showing on the hard wood floors, dust bunnies peaking out from under the sofa, and the list goes on.
I stood in the middle of the disarray envisioning myself in that model home, angels serenading me in the background but was snapped back to reality when my son ran over my foot with his monster truck.
I laughed and thought, “This is what a real home looks like.”
The toys are a constant reminder that I have two beautiful, happy-go-lucky toddlers who enjoy life, playing and of course their toys. Their laughter and pitter-patter fill this house with warmth.
The dishes were still laying in the sink because last night after supper we decided to go outside and take advantage of what was left of the daylight and have a family water gun fight. A decision I will make every time and never regret.
The clutter on the TV isn’t really clutter..it’s just a landing point for things we love. Family portrait, other pictures of the kids, my Christmas present from Mr. Tolerable (a hand-drawn picture of the kids I need to order a frame for), and the kids DVD’s which have to stay out of reach or they will be scratched beyond repair.
The stack of Blood-Horse Magazine, The Outdoor Photographer, Trailer Life Magazine and Musician’s Friend are a sampling of my husband’s hobbies, loves, and passions. He is the most eclectic and interesting person I have ever met and broad range of magazines showcases that . Often at night, after the kids are in bed and I am lost in the blogasphere, Jim will flip through some of the glossy pages and read aloud an article he finds interesting, sparking a conversation.
Because of a play date we had yesterday, the laundry didn’t get done (well, that and the fact that I HATE TO DO LAUNDRY – IT IS THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE). We went outside and played in the sandbox and the pool with our friends. We are blessed to have great friends to fill our days with fun and laughter.

The paw prints and dust bunnies are from our two wonderful, kid-friendly, gentle golden retrievers, Senna and Ripley. They were the first “people” I told I was pregnant BOTH TIMES. They don’t mind acting as a furry bean bag for Jackson while he is watching Go Diego Go. They really are members of this family.
Jim and I had a rare morning nap while the kids ate their breakfast and watch TV in their high chairs. It was some of the most relaxing and restful sleep either of us have had in a while. We have no idea how or why the kids let us sleep for almost an hour and forty-five minutes but we were beyond grateful for the sleep we were granted. Because of this wonderful nap, we had to rush out of the house, leaving beds unmade to get to Jim’s work on time.
I would take my house, complete with clutter, toys, and general messiness over an empty, perfect house any day. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. From now on when that little devil sits on my shoulder and tells me I need more I will just flip him off (my shoulder).
You may know….or not but now you do. Moosh in Indy is having a “Let the Moosh whoorl your hair” contest extravaganza in conjunction with Hair Thursday. I am going to stick my name in the hat so I no longer have to put my hair in one (hopefully)!
Let me introduce you to my hair. It is a love/hate relationship between he and I. Yes, it is a male. (His name is Hairy). It is the only thing that makes sense with all the lazy, limp, lying around he does. If I’m lucky he will go easy on me and do something like this:
Or this:
But me and Hairy go way back. Here we are at one of our down moments. This was early 90′s perm with wave bangs. Not our best day:
But usually I try to just pretend he is not there and ignore him. See:
So, if the stars are with me I might just be able to win a totally rad due by Sarah from Whoorl. I want to be a hot Mamma again. Oh, and Hairy, it’s time we break up! I need a more dependable partner with a good body!
PICK ME!!!!
When oh when will all the scifi novels and movies finally delivery upon their promises? There are other things that were promised as well. Here is an article from Ladies Home Journal written in 1901. Some things actually came to flurition…others well, not so much:
