"Vacation is what you take when you can't take what you've been taking anymore."
Author Unknown 
Please oh please... let me go back there... now.
Please oh please... let me go back there... now.Monday, December 1, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Some thoughts on last night...
"Democracy is...the conviction that there are extraordinary possiblities in ordinary people." Harry Emerson Fosdick
I woke up this morning, excited that in a few short weeks, I will never have to hear a Bush speak for the American people. So what now?
I liken the country’s enthusiasm to getting married… you work and work and work to make your wedding perfect. Perfect hair, perfect dresses, perfect words to say at the alter… and then you’re married, and you realize you haven’t worked on the marriage part of getting married. And things are tough. Changes come hard as you move from living independently, to having to live with another’s idea of how life should work. Rhythms are altered and patterns questioned. The way you’ve always loaded the dishwasher is obviously wrong and the fact that he balls his socks when he takes them off at the end of the day, becomes unforgivable (not that I’m speaking from experience!).
I hope and pray that President Elect Barack Obama, has the energy to work on the marriage. But I REALLY hope, that America can ‘get over’ the balled up socks.
I thought Senator McCain’s “farewell” speech was perfect… and though I ranted about his age on here and had my fair share of disparaging observations concerning his running mate… I felt like he did more in those few minutes to elevate the world view of the Republican Party, than Bush managed to do in EIGHT long years. Now you’ll notice… he didn’t let Palin speak. Good move Mav, and may you live out the rest of your life knowing that you lost to a formidable opponent.
And then one last thing... I wonder how many little African American boys woke up this morning and decided they too, would be President of the United States someday? And I wonder how many of their moms and dads thought for the first time, that it really could happen? May we continue to inspire the children of today: children of all colors, of all languages, and of all faith traditions by calling remarkable leadership that dares to act differently in the face of our collective humanity.
I woke up this morning, excited that in a few short weeks, I will never have to hear a Bush speak for the American people. So what now?I liken the country’s enthusiasm to getting married… you work and work and work to make your wedding perfect. Perfect hair, perfect dresses, perfect words to say at the alter… and then you’re married, and you realize you haven’t worked on the marriage part of getting married. And things are tough. Changes come hard as you move from living independently, to having to live with another’s idea of how life should work. Rhythms are altered and patterns questioned. The way you’ve always loaded the dishwasher is obviously wrong and the fact that he balls his socks when he takes them off at the end of the day, becomes unforgivable (not that I’m speaking from experience!).
I hope and pray that President Elect Barack Obama, has the energy to work on the marriage. But I REALLY hope, that America can ‘get over’ the balled up socks.
I thought Senator McCain’s “farewell” speech was perfect… and though I ranted about his age on here and had my fair share of disparaging observations concerning his running mate… I felt like he did more in those few minutes to elevate the world view of the Republican Party, than Bush managed to do in EIGHT long years. Now you’ll notice… he didn’t let Palin speak. Good move Mav, and may you live out the rest of your life knowing that you lost to a formidable opponent.
And then one last thing... I wonder how many little African American boys woke up this morning and decided they too, would be President of the United States someday? And I wonder how many of their moms and dads thought for the first time, that it really could happen? May we continue to inspire the children of today: children of all colors, of all languages, and of all faith traditions by calling remarkable leadership that dares to act differently in the face of our collective humanity.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Alanis Morissette
"As long as I can say, what it is that I need to say, then I'll fit whatever I'm trying to say around a melody."
Alanis Morissette
Got to see Alanis at the Midland in Kansas City on Tuesday and I must say... second best concert that I've been to in a while. There's not many artists that I actually know the lyrics to ALL the songs... but I come pretty close with this one. Well, her and... Hanson. Photo credits go to Nicole Reinertson via Pitch Music Editor, Jason Harper's Wayward Blog -- GREAT photos!
Alanis Morissette
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
72 Things Younger than John McCain
"We cannot forever hide the truth about ourselves, from ourselves." John McCain
I read the funniest book yesterday, and I'll be pushing it onto as many people as I possibly can, very soon.
It's called 72 Things Younger than John McCain by Joe Quint.
Some things that are younger than John McCain include: mac and cheese, plutonium, the five digit zip code, turn signals, duct tape, Alaska, and social security! HE'S OLDER THAN DUCT TAPE!!!!
Joe Quint went on to mention that John McCain would be older than 91% of United States citizens (according to the US Census). Begs the question... how in tune IS he with America?
Does he care about the fact that unemployment is at an all time high for people in the 30-45 year old age demographic, as he's flipping through the latest AARP magazine (which by the way, he's actually older than). Does he really care about women's reproductive research and initiatives, when he's focusing on geriatric care. Does the man even own an Ipod? Or a pair of pants that sit on his hips, rather than under his arm-pits? Does he smell like BenGay or Old Spice?
And I quote from Saturday Night Live, May 17, 2008: "I have the courage, the wisdom, the experience, and most importantly, the oldness necessary." Okay, we all know you were kidding... but REALLY?
I realize, as each day passes, that I'm getting older and I would never want anyone to tell me I couldn't do something, because of my age... but, I also realize that with age, comes responsibility. The responsiblity to know my limits, to understand my psychi, and listen to my body.
The only thing I can compare it to: In ministry, you are constantly reevaluating your call -- reevaluating your effectiveness, your limitations, and your future. And in the midst of your reeveluation, you sometimes have to make the hard realization that the current place that you are in, may not be the best place for you or for the church. And sometimes that realization is painful, especially when it uproots you and your family, leaves you unemployed, or leaves you questioning everything you've always known as Truth. But it is still, an important part of the process of life.
Just throwin' that out there...
I guess I'm just not ready... I just not ready for Palin, to be our first female President.
I read the funniest book yesterday, and I'll be pushing it onto as many people as I possibly can, very soon.
It's called 72 Things Younger than John McCain by Joe Quint.
Some things that are younger than John McCain include: mac and cheese, plutonium, the five digit zip code, turn signals, duct tape, Alaska, and social security! HE'S OLDER THAN DUCT TAPE!!!!
Joe Quint went on to mention that John McCain would be older than 91% of United States citizens (according to the US Census). Begs the question... how in tune IS he with America?
Does he care about the fact that unemployment is at an all time high for people in the 30-45 year old age demographic, as he's flipping through the latest AARP magazine (which by the way, he's actually older than). Does he really care about women's reproductive research and initiatives, when he's focusing on geriatric care. Does the man even own an Ipod? Or a pair of pants that sit on his hips, rather than under his arm-pits? Does he smell like BenGay or Old Spice?
And I quote from Saturday Night Live, May 17, 2008: "I have the courage, the wisdom, the experience, and most importantly, the oldness necessary." Okay, we all know you were kidding... but REALLY?
I realize, as each day passes, that I'm getting older and I would never want anyone to tell me I couldn't do something, because of my age... but, I also realize that with age, comes responsibility. The responsiblity to know my limits, to understand my psychi, and listen to my body.
The only thing I can compare it to: In ministry, you are constantly reevaluating your call -- reevaluating your effectiveness, your limitations, and your future. And in the midst of your reeveluation, you sometimes have to make the hard realization that the current place that you are in, may not be the best place for you or for the church. And sometimes that realization is painful, especially when it uproots you and your family, leaves you unemployed, or leaves you questioning everything you've always known as Truth. But it is still, an important part of the process of life.
Just throwin' that out there...
I guess I'm just not ready... I just not ready for Palin, to be our first female President.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Fall Fun
"Autumn is a second spring, where every leaf is a flower." Albert Camus
Who can resist these things!?
Come on! A scarecrow and a bat?
Only at night, when no one's looking.
On Saturday, we traveled to Lewisburg, KS for their Cider Festival and Pumpkin Patch. I braved the corn maze, despite my control issues, and "came out the other side" fully intact. A pumpkin sling, a stroll through the enormous pumpkin patch, and one large bag of kettle corn later, we are officially ready for Fall!!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wyatt and Abby
I'm not sure what it says about me, that I write about my dogs, before my husband... but none the less, here they are.
That's Wyatt on the left and Abby on the right. You don't know love, until you've sat on the floor with Wyatt and had a tongue bath. And Abby's the baby -- always thinking something's out to get her -- and her only retribution comes from snatching unassuming flys, in mid-air.
Their greatest pleasures come from eating tomatoes out of the garden, a good bone to fight over (even though we have 10 bones lying around our house, and they're all the same kind of bone!), and a delightful belly rub at the end of the day. Wyatt's a sucker for the garden hose and Abby has an orange ball that she loves (heaven help us, the day we lose that ball).
It's hard to imagine life without them. Sometimes I think about what that day might be like, when we have to say goodbye to one of them, and I find myself with a lump in my throat. Kind-a like right now...
Sunday, September 28, 2008
In the beginning...
Okay, let's face it... baking pretty much started out of a burning desire to please people. That's me; a people pleaser. Trust me... you don't go into ministry without some need to please others and to be affirmed in your "pleasing efforts." Some ministers have no way of keeping that need in check, and that's when trouble starts.
But anyway... that's all for another day.
Today, I'm starting my blog about cupcakes. Someday, I'd like to scrap four years of undergrad, three years of seminary, and as of today, six and a half years of ministry... and open up a bakery with the same name. But until then, this blog, a hot oven, and 10,000 calories worth of "gotta try this" tastings, will have to do. I'm excited to post pictures of my creations and recipies if they're worth it... and just my general "confessions" about life, ministry, and cupcakes.
But anyway... that's all for another day.
Today, I'm starting my blog about cupcakes. Someday, I'd like to scrap four years of undergrad, three years of seminary, and as of today, six and a half years of ministry... and open up a bakery with the same name. But until then, this blog, a hot oven, and 10,000 calories worth of "gotta try this" tastings, will have to do. I'm excited to post pictures of my creations and recipies if they're worth it... and just my general "confessions" about life, ministry, and cupcakes.
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