- I should just shut my big fat yap about the preaching. I mean, really, don't you just hate it when people can't say anything nice, yet they keep flapping the old pie hole?
- Classes this morning were pretty good. Keebler got us up to the Civil War today. And his shirt was slightly different. Plus, he read half of his lecture with his glasses perched on his head, which was a different look. (Sorry, those last two statements were for Dave.)
- I avoided cheesecake today. Twice.
- I went to the laundromat, after getting lost the first time trying to find it. I find the laundromat a strangely soothing and satisfying place. My colleague went with me, and we sat and talked, as my load of darks suds-ed up a comic, rediculous amount. Turns out I put three times the amount of detergent in the front-loading machine. Had to rewash the whole damn load, but we found it oddly hilarious. This is what happens when you don't watch television for five days, kids.
- At dinner tonight, the preacher sat next to me. Must have been the last empty seat. Thirty minutes into dinner, after exhausting the conversation with the men at the table, he finally looked at my name tag and asked me what Presbytery I was from. Turns out we know three people in common, including the "brilliant new adjunct scholar" on his campus. When I mentioned that the person had actually been a member of my ordination commission, he looked genuinely surprised. Then, that was about the end of the conversation.
- You know what makes this better than seminary? No homework.
- I have been showing people here a picture of WonderGirl on my phone. (Those of you who know me on Spacehook, it's the one by her new school.) Now, understand, I don't do this unless they actually ask about my kids or family or whatnot. People invariably say the same thing every time I do this. "Oh my God. She's beautiful." I have mixed feelings about this. I'm enormously proud of her, inside and out, and I realize that people can't see her creativity, humor, intelligence, grace, and determination from a photograph, all they can see is that she is stunning in that light, and so that's what they say. But the jaw dropping, utter shock that somebody that looks like me could have such a gorgeous child...well, let's just say I've heard it enough times, okay? It happens. Ugly people have cute kids. We all get it.
- Tomorrow I am worshipping at the "big" church in town. They are doing a special service for The Dead Guy, the one born 500 years ago. The Preacher Camp is singing as a choir...well, those of us who can sing are. I'm looking forward to worshipping with 500 other people instead of 50.
- But guess who's preaching?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Is it Saturday? For reals?
Here at Preacher Camp, Saturday is a regular program day, with back to back classes, and strapping on the feedbag in between. I kept forgetting it was Saturday at all, in fact. Which was kind of nice. In other news:
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I finally figured out where you are. And I have to say, I'm mildly offended that my state is surrounded but not included! but based on your descriptions, not offended enough to find a way in. ;-)
the science and theology person is married to one of the pastors we interviewed for our interim last fall. we thought he might be dull, he was so laid back...i'm having second thoughts. i've heard both of them are fab. I'm glad you like her.
have fun the next few days. keep eating--they want to feed you, you need to eat...might as well! ;-) (in the knowledge, of course, that you're storing up reserves for when you get home and don't want to cook!)
Can I just say something?
I think YOU are beautiful(inside and out) and it is not shocking that your daughter is beautiful, smart and talented.
And, I wish she would jsut comme down to see me and design a dress for me to wear to August wedding...It needs to make me look smaller, with a smaller butt and a sexy waistline. Oh, and not show my flabby arms.
I used to laugh at flabby arms. Oh my.
Anyhow, send the design girl my way. And she need not be using candy wrappers, coffee filters or movie ticket stubs.
Confused. There is someone new and brilliant, but he's not an adjunct.
Is this someone from another country?
OK Cheesehead.... this is coming from someone who likes girls...
You're gorgeous.
So, enough of that, ok?
(But I understand that feeling. I remember wearing a miniskirt back in the day when I could do such a thing and actually looked pretty good... and I remember feeling freakishly fat and awful. So... I think often the feelings inside have nothing to do with the outside.
I'll shut up now.)
(((Cheesehead)))
Teri, believe me, I am doing my best with keeping up with the feedings :). I don't know the husband, but she is freakin' awesome.
1-4 Grace, As far as I know she as no plans to use candy wrappers and such unless Heidi and Tim force her to. Then all bets are off.
GG, Maybe this person is so adjunct you don't know them. Or maybe they are less new than I have implied. Not from another country.
Mags, This was really about the peculiar way people react to a single photograph. (And you are definitely the first of your tribe to express such a sentiment, so thanks, I guess. ;) )
Since I have a daughter who turns heads, I know the feeling. When she was little, I was often astonished at the way some people oohed and aahed over her, people who should have known better, given their background. She is also very bright and hard working, so she hasn't really had enough roadblocks in her life path to learn certain lessons. She is now a young adult and doing relatively well, but there are too many young men who want to be friends. She is adopted, so I don't take credit for any of it.
Ok, first of all - you Cheese - are a knockout. As in head-turning, tall and commanding, beautiful - so enough. That is all.
I wish I could hear the Preacher Choir. I'm guessing it will be awesome.
No cheesecake???? Inconceivable. Truly.
As for the young-'uns - about every second day someone tells me I look just like that really great guy that works at the fruit market in the summer and the university in the winter. When I tell them I'm his mother, they nod and say "Ah, of course." We are like clones, only he's six feet tall and has long dark hair. And he's male. Go figure.
Oh, and please tell me that Wonder Girl has a Tim Gunn bobblehead for her dorm room.
If not, one can be found here.
Little 'ol me has a drop-dead gorgeous daughter too. Imagine that :)
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