Set the clock back. Set the clock back. Set the clock back. I am trying to remember to change our timepieces on Saturday night.
Set the clock back. Set the clock back.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Drinks on Me!
A member of my family has a drinking problem. We are pretty sure that he is in denial about it. Walks around as if nothing is amiss. Doesn't notice the signs nor the symptoms. Completely oblivious.
We have considered a number of different intervention methods and techniques. However, there are very few rehab programs out there for his unique situation and circumstance. You see, he has another disorder- an eating disorder. Maybe the two problems interact and escalate one another. I am not an expert. But I do know that the mess it creates is getting out of hand.
Odd thing is, that this is not your normal alcohol related issue. It has to do with water. Yes, water.
By now you may have guessed that I am writing about our dog, Duke. As you are blog-informed about his appetite for birds, rocks, kleenex, wooden puzzle pieces, and dollhouse furniture etc., you need to know the full story- he is a VERY sloppy drinker.
He gets more water around his mouth and on the kitchen floor than he takes into his throat and swallows. What is up with that? He then walks around the kitchen, leaving a slippery trail of salvia and water. This drinking problem has got to stop!
It is all I can do to mop up the floor throughout the day with old beach towels! Ugh. Help!
We have considered a number of different intervention methods and techniques. However, there are very few rehab programs out there for his unique situation and circumstance. You see, he has another disorder- an eating disorder. Maybe the two problems interact and escalate one another. I am not an expert. But I do know that the mess it creates is getting out of hand.
Odd thing is, that this is not your normal alcohol related issue. It has to do with water. Yes, water.
By now you may have guessed that I am writing about our dog, Duke. As you are blog-informed about his appetite for birds, rocks, kleenex, wooden puzzle pieces, and dollhouse furniture etc., you need to know the full story- he is a VERY sloppy drinker.
He gets more water around his mouth and on the kitchen floor than he takes into his throat and swallows. What is up with that? He then walks around the kitchen, leaving a slippery trail of salvia and water. This drinking problem has got to stop!
It is all I can do to mop up the floor throughout the day with old beach towels! Ugh. Help!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
New Hobby
In my search for insighful, witty blog material I became consumed by a huge coughing fit and had to take a tall drink and a quick nap.
Whew- now that I am back... I am encouraging everyone to go vote next Tuesday. Read up on all the various candidates and their positions and then make a good choice. The election-campaign has become one of my hobbies (or morbid fascination) this fall. Watched all the debates, visited all the candidates websites, and read their material.
After the election is over, I will need another hobby. Knitting doesn't seem as exciting. Hmmm...
Whew- now that I am back... I am encouraging everyone to go vote next Tuesday. Read up on all the various candidates and their positions and then make a good choice. The election-campaign has become one of my hobbies (or morbid fascination) this fall. Watched all the debates, visited all the candidates websites, and read their material.
After the election is over, I will need another hobby. Knitting doesn't seem as exciting. Hmmm...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Mid-Week Message Re-visited
Honoring our saints will be our focus in worship this Sunday. I don't mean the Saints as in the New Orleans based NFL team. We are not having a pep rally of that kind. But we will rally around our faith-filled women and men who have honored God by living and dying well.
All Saints Sunday, as some of you know, is one of my favorite Sundays during the church calendar year. My husband thinks I am morbid because I tell the funniest funeral stories until I laugh so hard I run to the nearest bathroom. Church members inform me that it's odd that I would rather preside over a funeral than a wedding. (Have you ever tried to work with hyper, over-wrought mothers of the bride before? Whew. Dead people have much more realistic expectations.)
Maybe my preference for this special day comes from the All Saints Sunday in which my Grandfather, Grant Lowe was honored in worship. That morning was so meaningful to be with my church family who paused again to recognize his life and death. The experience of hearing his name read, vibrations of the bell toll, and receiving a white flower was yet another explosion of God's healing grace within my family's grief.
Maybe I like this Sunday because we get a chance to peek into heaven and talk about it yet again. It could be that it is another opportunity for God to prepare me for my own death or the deaths of my loved ones.
Or maybe I like All Saints Day because I am morbid and odd.
Whatever the reason-I am grateful that I can sit with the mystery of this day within the body of Christ! See you this All Saints Sunday!
All Saints Sunday, as some of you know, is one of my favorite Sundays during the church calendar year. My husband thinks I am morbid because I tell the funniest funeral stories until I laugh so hard I run to the nearest bathroom. Church members inform me that it's odd that I would rather preside over a funeral than a wedding. (Have you ever tried to work with hyper, over-wrought mothers of the bride before? Whew. Dead people have much more realistic expectations.)
Maybe my preference for this special day comes from the All Saints Sunday in which my Grandfather, Grant Lowe was honored in worship. That morning was so meaningful to be with my church family who paused again to recognize his life and death. The experience of hearing his name read, vibrations of the bell toll, and receiving a white flower was yet another explosion of God's healing grace within my family's grief.
Maybe I like this Sunday because we get a chance to peek into heaven and talk about it yet again. It could be that it is another opportunity for God to prepare me for my own death or the deaths of my loved ones.
Or maybe I like All Saints Day because I am morbid and odd.
Whatever the reason-I am grateful that I can sit with the mystery of this day within the body of Christ! See you this All Saints Sunday!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Signs of Basketball Season
The signs of NCAA Men's basketball season are all around us like the fallen leaves, dried flowers, and burnt out grass.
At our house Blue Devil schedules suddenly appear on the fridge next to the pizza coupons. My husband overhears the battle cry of Blue Devils fans everywhere, "Go to He&* Carolina, Go to He&%".
And yes, we are on a waiting list for tickets to the ACC/Big Ten Challenge in West Lafayette game of Boilermakers versus Blue Devils.
Ahhh...these are the signs of basketball season!
At our house Blue Devil schedules suddenly appear on the fridge next to the pizza coupons. My husband overhears the battle cry of Blue Devils fans everywhere, "Go to He&* Carolina, Go to He&%".
And yes, we are on a waiting list for tickets to the ACC/Big Ten Challenge in West Lafayette game of Boilermakers versus Blue Devils.
Ahhh...these are the signs of basketball season!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Headed Down Under
"Good 'ay, mate!" that is what my true love will hear in 24 hours. He is headed down under.
Not sure that he'll have a chance to swim in the great barrier reef and find Nemo (although our daughter would be very interested in an autograph). Nor will he have the chance to hear any arias at the Opera House. And I doubt that he will be in the outback chasing down kangaroos, dingos, or koala bears. Crocodile Dundee is NOT giving any tours these days- there goes that cultural photo op.
He will see plenty of the beach and sunshine. And for that his family remains jealous.
Blessings on a safe trip!
Not sure that he'll have a chance to swim in the great barrier reef and find Nemo (although our daughter would be very interested in an autograph). Nor will he have the chance to hear any arias at the Opera House. And I doubt that he will be in the outback chasing down kangaroos, dingos, or koala bears. Crocodile Dundee is NOT giving any tours these days- there goes that cultural photo op.
He will see plenty of the beach and sunshine. And for that his family remains jealous.
Blessings on a safe trip!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Gift of Time
Yes, I am a day behind my routine blog updates. That is because I was at a seminar yesterday on becoming an 'externally focused church'.
Odd sort of gathering because we were in a very contemporary chapel-room with a whole bunch of evangelical white pastors (mostly male) who think they have discovered the holy grail of ministry when what they have done is bumped into liberation theology and don't realize it!
I giggled through most of the presentation...because it was soooooooo Wesleyan.
Anyway- I am a day behind and that is why... I gave time to learn about the need for Christians to give time for the poor, widowed, and orphaned because "that is how we grow in Christ".
Odd sort of gathering because we were in a very contemporary chapel-room with a whole bunch of evangelical white pastors (mostly male) who think they have discovered the holy grail of ministry when what they have done is bumped into liberation theology and don't realize it!
I giggled through most of the presentation...because it was soooooooo Wesleyan.
Anyway- I am a day behind and that is why... I gave time to learn about the need for Christians to give time for the poor, widowed, and orphaned because "that is how we grow in Christ".
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