Thursday, February 26, 2009

I Have A Confession

picture1I was raised Baptist so when I met hubs and started attending the Episcopal church there was a transitional period for me.  I was used to upbeat music, discussion prior to the sermon, and a charismatic speaker at the podium.  The first time I went to church with hubs and his family was Christmas Eve; way to ease me into things.  I was sitting in the pew between hubs and his grandfather.  Papa Ray was a big man; a big belly, a big laugh, and an even bigger heart.  When the church lights dimmed  and the acolytes entered, Ray leaned over to me and whispered "This is when they bring in the snakes".  He could not control his laughter as he watched my eyes get big as I squeezed hubs leg.  I quickly learned the joke was on me.  Eleven  years later we still sit in the same pew that Ray sat in every Sunday prior to his passing. Although it did not take me eleven years, I am at home in the Episcopal church.  I like the routine of it all, sit stand, sit stand, communion, the whole thing.  For those of you not familiar with the Episcopal religion, we are very similar to Catholicism, yet we do not have individual confession.  You know what I am talking about; you go to a little booth and act like the person on the other side does not know you.  You tell them all your wrong doings and then they give you an assignment to be forgiven.  Since our church does not do this sort of thing, I find myself needing to confess and an outlet for that confession.  Rather than sit in a box and tell someone I have to see the next Sunday, I have chosen to tell you.  You see how  much better this will be?  I do not really know you.  I do not have to see you tomorrow or even next week.  If I did would I recognize you?  So here goes.

I must confess that I listen to the easy listening radio station.  Don’t worry; I do not do it all the time.  It is not even a speed button on my radio dial.  I suppose I do not make it a button because that would mean I am committed.  I mean, what if someone got in my car and started pushing buttons and found out I am a closet "gentle giant" listener?!  I seem to listen to this station when I am in the car by myself; does that mean I am ashamed?  Oh no, two sins in one!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Confused Super Hero


Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Waiting Games

pc260041-viI don't remember where I read it or what details were included, but I read something to the effect of the fact that we spend a ridiculous amount of time waiting.  We wait at the grocery store, at school, to get gas, and like me the other day; to pick up prescriptions.  To cut my waiting down as much as possible, I called in my refill.  I explained to the automated attendant that I would (press 1) pick up my goods at 5pm that day.  I arrive at my neighborhood drug store around 4:30.  Sure I am early, but how hard is it to count out 30 pills and slap on a sticker?  I admit to the girl at the counter I am early and it may not be ready. She agrees but says she will get right on it.  I sit.  I wait.  More people arrive looking for the cure to their ills.  That gets me thinking; what are their ills?  I rethink coming inside to get chocolate with my refill and think I should have gone through the drive through.  I find my self caught in what I like to call The Waiting Game.

You know you have done it.    I find myself thoroughly enjoying the game at the airport.  The woman in the business suit walks by; where is she going, and what does she do for a living?  The mother in sweats walks by with her three small children.  Why are earth would she fly the red-eye?  You see a man and woman in the airport bar; did they just meet.  Hubs and I like to make up little scenarios about other travelers to pass the time.  Much like they are doing about us I am sure.

So there I am, in the little chair next to the free heart rate monitor when I find myself thinking about my suddenly all too close room mates.  What happened to that woman's leg and why is she here by herself when she obviously needs assistance getting around, let alone driving.  Why is the woman next to me shaking so badly?  She is awfully thin and it seems she already has plenty of prescription bottles in her purse at her disposal.  Why does that guy want to get out of here so quickly that he leaves his receipt and change over two dollars?  My mind is racing.  I of course think I must look extremely normal compared to the crazies with whom I am trapped.

The pharmacy tech calls my name!  I am free!  I calmly rush to the counter before anyone can start wondering about me and what a perfectly normal, healthy looking young woman would need at the pharmacy.

Crap.  I forgot my wallet.  They all now have 15 minutes to conjure up a story about me before I come back to see a whole new group of faces that will set my mind into another spiral.

Figured out what the prescription was for?

Monday, February 16, 2009

A Monday MeMe

letter-wNow that all the sites and blogs I manage are up to date, I can give myself some time.  My brain has been reduced to mush after the boys had a sleep over with their cousin last night, so to get back in the swing of things, I will subject you to a meme!  I found a new blog that I like and a very long time ago I enlisted in a game on her site.  Basically, she assigned her readers a letter and they were to list 10 things they like that starts with said letter.  I was assigned W.  If you want in, let me know!

1. Wine.  Although it does not like me, nor do others like me while drinking it.

2. Water.  Especially the kind that comes right after some sand.

3. Wallet.  Preferably with lots of cash in it.

4. Waffles.  With peanut butter please.

5. Waltz.  Love to waltz with my man.

6. Waddle.  I love it when The Babe is watching Happy Feet and starts to waddle like the penguins.

7. Wake County North Carolina.  One of my favorite places to live.

8. Wages.  Preferably high.

9. Wainscoting.  In the right place.

10. Words.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

You Don't Know What You're Saying Kid

is927-051Our little party animal, Little Man, planned my birthday party last week.  Not one to leave anyone out, he also planned hubs' birthday party this week.  He informed hubs that he was going to have a batman party with party blowers for hubs birthday.  Little Man asked Brad what color of party blower he would like for his party.  Brad's witty response was "Blond or Brunette".  Always looking out for his mommy, even if he does not know it responds, "how about red?".

Sure enough, when we went over to Brad's mom's house after work, the kids had been hard at work all day.  Batman cookies had been made, Brad's favorite pie, and party blowers.  Little Man walked up to Brad as we came in and exclaimed "Daddy, the red party blower is broken".  Trying hard to hold in his laughter, Brad said "I know buddy, for about eight years now".

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Jack of All Trades

A recycled post from the old blog but still a goodie.  Happy Birthday Hubs!