Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Hangin' With The Old Folks...Of Which I Am One

My Birthday was this week. It's not something I'd usually draw attention to, but I guess there's no denying it, so I'll go ahead and admit it. The Pastor is really giving me a hard time about it because I'm on the downhill slope to a major birthday coming in a couple years. He thinks it's hysterical. I don't particularly think he has room to laugh. His birthday was last week and and now we not only get a billion pieces of junk mail from AARP, but he's well within his rights to ask for a senior discount when we go places. There's just something wrong about that. It doesn't seem to bother him, but the thoughts of our family going to the movies and asking for one senior, one adult, and one child, makes me a little woozy.

I spent my birthday in Cannon Beach, Oregon and we're still travelin' down the coast, so I'll have to give you all the gory details when I get back. But for now, you might want to say a prayer for us old folks dragging our RV down the highway and one for our son who has to hang out with the senior citizens. Poor kid. The Pastor and I rode the bumper cars with him and played miniature golf, but I had to draw the line at the "Tilt-a-Whirl". A Mother's love (and guilt) only goes so far...especially on her Birthday.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Music Mondays

The heading on my blog reads (in part), "I love my iPod". I confess that it's true. I've got a pretty eclectic music collection and love any opportunity to add to it. An iTunes gift card is like pure gold to me. In light of that, I thought it might be nice to share the joy and talk a little bit about music on Married To The Pastor. Keep an eye out for "Music Mondays". I'll highlight a certain artist or CD and I'll even provide you a link to Amazon if you're interested in purchasing it. (Check out the Amazon carousel in the sidebar).

Recently I saw the movie "Fireproof". It was excellent, save for a little cheesy acting, but overall, very good. In the middle of the movie they played a song with the lyric, "While I'm waiting." I fell in love with it and even while the movie was continuing on, I was searching on my Blackberry for the song and artist. I found it was written by a guy named John Waller and the CD is entitled "The Blessing". As soon as the movie was over, I was on iTunes and before I headed to bed that night, I had bought and downloaded the album. (isn't it funny we still call them albums? I don't think I've ever even owned a record player.)

This CD is fantastic! It's a worship album with deep lyrics about relationship with God. There's a nice blend of ballads and faster paced tunes and even guest appearances by Casting Crowns and Mark Miller (of the country band, Sawyer Brown, who's record label produced the CD). Each week, my favorite song changes, but this past week, it's been "Love To Say Your Name", which talks about some of the different names of God. What an encouragement it's been to me during an especially difficult week.

If you're looking for for an upbeat CD minus screaming guitar solos and something encouraging for your life and worship, take a listen to John Waller's, "The Blessing". You'll definitely be blessed.


This post is nothing more than a pure rant. Sorry. No spiritual application. No bible verse. Just a spewing of emotions. I promised myself I wouldn't post like this anymore, but I really can't help it. I'm compelled to get this off my chest.

I have decided that The Pastor, and now consequently, our son has a problem. Okay, well, they have lots of problems, but I'm focusing on one in particular. There is something in them that prevents them from pushing chairs in after they've sat in them. I don't understand it. Some days it's like living out the movie "The Sixth Sense" except that instead of entering the kitchen to find all the cabinet doors open, I come in and every chair around our dining room table is scooted out....every bar stool at the counter is askew. Only three of us live in this house and one out of the three pushes her chair in after she gets out of it. That leaves two people and seven pushed out chairs! How does this happen? I have come to realize the terrible truth...my guys are chair-impaired.

I'm currently doing online research to see if this is a curable disease. So far, I find no hope. I wonder if I stop coming along behind them and scooting the chairs in, if they will just push them farther and farther out until they go out the back door and on to the deck. Hmmm, that might be a worthwhile experiment. I always enjoy outdoor dining.

On second thought, I might need to hold that thought until spring. My thermometer currently reads 20 degrees. If you are living with a chair-impaired person, please contact me. Maybe we can start a support group.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I'm an Anti-Dentite. I'll admit it not only to you, but the first time I met my dentist I made it clear to him, as well. I'm not ashamed. I'll proclaim it loudly. I'm terrified of the dentist. I need a strong sedative just to get my teeth cleaned and don't even talk to me about fillings.

Yesterday, my son and I both had dentist appointments. He had his first cavity filled and I had my teeth cleaned. (It was a traumatizing day and The Pastor didn't provide nearly enough sympathy for me.) Before the appointment, I was trying to muster up the courage to tell my son that "Going to the dentist is fine. It's no big deal." Yeah, right. The advice I really wanted to give him was...


Anyway, he got his first filling and things went extremely well. He walked out of there like he'd been at a party. I, on the other hand, after meticulously brushing and a serious (though not very consistent) effort to floss, wound up needing not only a filling, but a crown. What is up with that?!

I had myself quite a little pity party for the rest of the evening, convinced that it's not fair that I put out the genuine effort and still I must endure a painful process. But why should I be surprised? After all (in the words of Steven Curtis Chapman) God is God and I am not. Doesn't the sovereignty of God also apply to the dentist chair? Doesn't he know what's best for me in EVERY aspect of life? Do I believe he's working ALL things for my good according to his purpose...even my dental health?

I suppose I need an attitude adjustment in this area, so I'll try to let God be God in my whole life and quit with the whining. But it doesn't change the fact that I'll need a strong combination of Nitrous Oxide and Xanax to get through my next appointment....

Wednesday, March 04, 2009


It’s been awhile since I felt genuinely naïve, but last night the streak was broken. I’ll admit, I’m not always that socially savvy. I rarely "get it" when someone tells a naughty joke, I’m confused about which social drugs you smoke and which ones you take via pill, and I couldn’t begin to differentiate popular alcoholic beverages. (If my parents read this, and I know they will, they’ll be relieved to hear these things.) Don’t get me wrong, I’m genuinely thankful that these are not issues I deal with. I also typically tend to look for the good in people and give them the benefit of the doubt. Some of these characteristics provide The Pastor entertainment at my expense. Last night my naiveté came shining through.

We were watching Fox News. During the commercial break, an ad came on showing a couple having an obviously bad dinner date. The man was inattentive, insensitive, and rude. The woman was embarrassed and furious. The narrator then revealed that this couple was married and a banner came on the screen that said “www.AshleyMadison.com - When Divorce Is Not An Option.” That was all it said.

The Pastor looked at me. “What does that mean?”

“I have no idea.” I answered, only half paying attention because I was fooling around with my computer. (and one can never be required to pay full attention when using an electronic device).

The evening went on and he continued watching the news and I continued on with my computer work until the same commercial came on again.

“What is this?” he asked again

After watching more carefully the second time, I was sure I had the answer. “It must be an ad for marriage counseling.” I said. “What else could it possibly be?”

To answer my own question (the same way I answer all my own questions) I Googled it. Once I got my browser pointed to the proper page I nearly fell off my faux-leather chair. Definitely not a marriage counseling site. I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

“The Ashley Madison Agency – Married Dating and Affairs”. The tag line on the website was, "Life is short. Have an affair." I'm shocked that we live in a culture where we advertise infidelity during the evening news. I'm not usually one to boycott companies because of their political or social agendas, but this is just about enough to make me find another news channel. We married people have enough challenges in our relationships without being encouraged to have extramarital affairs while watching the weather forecast.

If you happen to see an ad for AshleyMadison.com, please don't go there expecting marriage counselling. Instead, turn off your TV, go give your spouse a kiss, and thank the Lord you aren't as naive as me!

"Whoever commits adultery lacks judgement, whoever does so destroys himself." Proverbs 6:32

Sunday, March 01, 2009


"Prone to wander, Lord I feel it...." or maybe more appropriately, "Sometimes I feel I have to run away, I have to get away..." I suppose it depends on if you're in the mood for classic hymns or 80's music. (you figure out the songs). Either way, at times I have this urge to just run away and start over.

This week as we drove to some friends house for pizza, I asked The Pastor, "Don't you ever feel like packing up and moving for no reason?" But the truth is, I have a reason. Some days life is overwhelming. It's too much. There are too many parishioners to call and check on, there are too many business deals being held together by dental floss, too many loads of laundry and pages of homework to help with. The stress piles on. My Blackberry won't be silent. My pathetic reasoning is that if I could just run away from it all, pack up and move, I could alleviate the pressure.

I'm a girl who gets terrible spring fever. Okay, let's get real here...it's not spring fever, but full-on Seasonal Affective Disorder. It dogs me all winter, but I can usually outrun it until around February. By March, I'm an insane woman. I need sunshine, I need the smell of fresh cut grass, I need spring! This only worsens my desire to run. I'm sure if I could get someplace warm and sunny, balance would be restored to my life. However, knowing that it takes awhile to pack up and sell a house, I do the next best thing. I throw things away. If you've actually taken the time to read the heading on my blog, you probably thought I was kidding about the OCD, rearranging furniture, etc... but the blog don't lie! So when it seems as though the clouds are chasing me down and I'm overwhelmed by it all, I soothe my soul by purging the "stuff" out of my life (and my closet).

The way I have it figured, if I could pack up and move, it would be like cleaning out the closet and throwing everything away. I would wipe the slate clean. Less work, less relationships, less commitments. Sure, it would accumulate again, but it would take it quite awhile and frankly, I could use the rest. It sounds divine. But does it?

After we arrived at our friends' house we sat around their spacious living room with several other couples. Shoes kicked off, feet on the couch, we noshed on pizza and sipped coffee. The kids ran wild upstairs and it sounded like the roof was coming down on our heads. The guys huddled in the corner and talked about fishing reels and other boring nonsense. The girls flipped through magazines and chatted about furniture and mother-in-laws. These are friends who know my every weakness and I theirs. We pray together. We laugh together. We cry together. I wouldn't trade them for the world....even for a bit of sunshine in March.

And so some days, even though my wanderlust persists, I choose to think about my girlfriends and all the blessings that I would dare not leave. I laugh and go dig in the closet for something to throw away. (usually something of The Pastor's) and then I feel better.


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