Thursday, August 27, 2009

The People's Court




Duh-dun, Duh-dun. "The litigants are entering the courtroom..." Duh-dun, Duh-dun...

These words (and unfortunately...music) have been running through my head for the past couple weeks. I remember seeing the original People's Court when I was a kid and thinking how scary Judge Wapner looked. I always thought he was unduly harsh on the plaintiffs and defendants. As I got older and took a good look at most of the plaintiffs and defendants, I understood why he was harsh. Why were these people wasting their time and probably money to hash out petty disputes? (Not to mention the question of why they'd choose to do it on public television.) Why couldn't they just work it out rather than drag it to a courtroom?

Now, I understand. At least for some of them, it's not their choice. Someone summoned and they must appear. Tomorrow morning, I'll find myself in that exact position. I suddenly have more compassion...at least for the defendants. I don't view myself as the kind of person who "goes to court", but at 9:30 tomorrow morning, I will be. I have no choice. The Pastor and I are being accused in a small claims, civil matter and now we must go and defend ourselves. Not my idea of a fun day, but when I get overwhelmed with the possible outcomes, I remind myself...

"Let the Lord judge the peoples.
Judge me, Oh Lord, according to my righteousness,
according to my integrity, O Most High God.
O righteous God,
who searches minds and hearts,
bring to an end the violence of the wicked,
and make the righteous secure."
Psalm 7:8-9


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Someone Must Love Me

One of the most fun things about blogging is discovering that someone enjoys reading something that I've written. It's not an ego thing (usually), but actually more humbling to know that I could possibly write anything that would bless or encourage someone else.

Each morning, my Blackberry automatically turns itself on and then makes various tweedle noises as emails are downloaded to it. Mixed with the rest of the emails I get from work and friends, are auto emails that I receive every time someone posts a comment on my blog. On a morning after I've posted something, I usually get a couple of these emails from friends.

The morning after I posted Farmer Pig Pastor, my Blackberry turned on and went crazy with emails. I picked it up to see what was going on. They just kept coming and coming and they were ALL comment emails from my blog. To cap it off it wasn't even one of my friends, but someone I didn't even know. There were 170 in all and I started to get a little excited. Wow, that post must have been better than I thought. Then I noticed that the comments were from lots (almost all) of my posts. Awesome, I thought. They must have liked my post so well that they went through and read everything I wrote. My pride began to swell. Then I noticed it....

CASH ONLINE GET EASY CASH AT YOUR DOORSTEP

...at the bottom of each comment. They didn't like me at all. They didn't read what I had written. My blog had been spammed. Bummer. So thanks to all my friends who send a comment or two on my blog posts. I've learned I'd rather have one real reader than 170 fake comments. Too bad I learned it the hard way.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Farmer Pig Pastor



When The Pastor and I were building our house, we had several arguments about how things should be. (If you're married and you've ever built a house, you know exactly what I'm talking about). It got to the point where I felt some serious negotiation was necessary. I wanted things like certain lighting and windows and he wanted provision for farm animals and a huge shop. When I couldn't take it anymore, I wrote an ultimatum. It looked something like this:

Vaulted Ceilings = Shop
Recessed Lighting = Horse
Sconces in the Master Bedroom = Pigs

...and the list went on. I thought it was pretty clever because while it was obviously a compromise, I would get my things first and chances of us getting pigs and horses were, ahem...slim.

I'm not sure exactly what happened but The Pastor recently decided it was time for me to fulfill my side of the bargain and came home with five pigs. Dang.

I've named them "Went to Market", "Stayed Home", "Had Roast Beef", "Had None", and my personal favorite, "Wee, Wee, Wee". The Pastor is not amused.

When my friend's son was about two years old, he would put on his overalls and tell everyone they were his "Farmer Pig Pants". I never thought it would actually happen, but every day the Pastor puts on his Farmer Pig Pants and goes down to slop the hogs. Though they are just Levi's, it's still makes me laugh.

Of course, I have to laugh to keep from crying. What has my life come to? I'm not just married to The Pastor...I'm married to The Pig Farmer.



Monday, August 03, 2009

Home Alone

Recently, I was home alone. Strange things happen when you're in a big house (or a not so big house, that feels bigger than it is) by yourself. Some of these things really startled me, so I thought I'd share my experiences with you, so you can take comfort if you're home alone anytime soon.

First of all, you hear strange things. For example, when it was very quiet in the house, I could hear myself think. When I turned on the stereo, I could hear the music without having to listen to it over the sound of the TV or a radio in a different room. And, when I did turn the stereo off and the TV on, I could hear it even when it was on an extremely low volume setting. Odd.

Secondly, when you're home alone, your normal routine can be disrupted. I noticed that when I would usually be cooking dinner, I was sitting on the deck sipping iced-tea instead. I was also keenly aware that the 7 loads of laundry I expected to do, turned into only one small load. Additionally, when I picked up the house and went to bed, everything was exactly where I left it the next morning. Strange.

Lastly, when you're home alone, your sleep is often affected. The first night alone is always the hardest. It took me half the night to realize I could move from the very edge of the bed towards the middle without bumping into a seven year old that had climbed in without my knowledge. Although the bedroom is often not the correct temperature or darkness for my liking, somehow that night, and every night after, it was exactly perfect. Weird.

If you find yourself home alone, don't be frightened by the odd events....you might just find out you even like them.

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