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Just got reminded that this Sunday, our little religious social club is voting to become an Open & Affirming congregation.

We would be the first, the VERY first - and only one of its kind - in a 100 mile radius.

Services are at 9:30 AM. Meeting is at 10:30. You're welcome to attend.

It should pass. It has to pass. It MUST pass. Move forward, or die.

(What does 'ONA' mean?)

It's big. Really big.

Cross everything folks.
kyburg: (ebil)
Just got reminded that this Sunday, our little religious social club is voting to become an Open & Affirming congregation.

We would be the first, the VERY first - and only one of its kind - in a 100 mile radius.

Services are at 9:30 AM. Meeting is at 10:30. You're welcome to attend.

It should pass. It has to pass. It MUST pass. Move forward, or die.

(What does 'ONA' mean?)

It's big. Really big.

Cross everything folks.
kyburg: (ebil)
Just got reminded that this Sunday, our little religious social club is voting to become an Open & Affirming congregation.

We would be the first, the VERY first - and only one of its kind - in a 100 mile radius.

Services are at 9:30 AM. Meeting is at 10:30. You're welcome to attend.

It should pass. It has to pass. It MUST pass. Move forward, or die.

(What does 'ONA' mean?)

It's big. Really big.

Cross everything folks.
kyburg: (ebil)
I really enjoy my religious social club. (Can't call it church, people tend to run the other way you call it that.) It's fun, I get strokes for doing what I do every day - and I don't have to sweat sitting talking about stuff because I might get called names for it.

The pastor they'd had for 15 years resigned less than six months after I started with them. Just as we're about ready to call our new pastor?

Interim gave her notice this morning. She's been with us over a year. It's fair, it's to be expected - and we really are (as a group) far more ready for her to move on than we think...

And I may have to drag this whole group to the next step with the bit in my teeth. They are NOT going to be happy another pastor has moved on and left them to struggle on their own.

Grrr. Guess it's a good thing I can grow horns and a tail at need. Gonna need them.
kyburg: (ebil)
I really enjoy my religious social club. (Can't call it church, people tend to run the other way you call it that.) It's fun, I get strokes for doing what I do every day - and I don't have to sweat sitting talking about stuff because I might get called names for it.

The pastor they'd had for 15 years resigned less than six months after I started with them. Just as we're about ready to call our new pastor?

Interim gave her notice this morning. She's been with us over a year. It's fair, it's to be expected - and we really are (as a group) far more ready for her to move on than we think...

And I may have to drag this whole group to the next step with the bit in my teeth. They are NOT going to be happy another pastor has moved on and left them to struggle on their own.

Grrr. Guess it's a good thing I can grow horns and a tail at need. Gonna need them.
kyburg: (ebil)
I really enjoy my religious social club. (Can't call it church, people tend to run the other way you call it that.) It's fun, I get strokes for doing what I do every day - and I don't have to sweat sitting talking about stuff because I might get called names for it.

The pastor they'd had for 15 years resigned less than six months after I started with them. Just as we're about ready to call our new pastor?

Interim gave her notice this morning. She's been with us over a year. It's fair, it's to be expected - and we really are (as a group) far more ready for her to move on than we think...

And I may have to drag this whole group to the next step with the bit in my teeth. They are NOT going to be happy another pastor has moved on and left them to struggle on their own.

Grrr. Guess it's a good thing I can grow horns and a tail at need. Gonna need them.
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Saturday was cleaning nearly all the things. We have three cats, the warm weather is here and the natural course of events is upon us. For those of us in the house who are remotely sensitive to such things, the cats dropping their winter coats All At Once has sent us scurrying for the loratadine. Then the vacuum cleaner, stripping the beds down to the bare mattresses and washing all the things. Yes, that too. I may yet toss the kid's stuffies in the dryer and air fluff them to remove what cat hair I can from those things as well.

And I washed one of the cats. Hiroshi allows it - the other two? One has been overgrooming to the point of needing steroid shots - and the other one will turn me into hamburger if I even think about her in water. So one is better than none, and he got washed. Frankly, to his mind, this is not all bad as it means additional pettings, combings and attention. He is also now white and orange again.

Then the bathroom was cleaned to within an inch of its life. Last count, four different cleaning products in a space I can touch both walls with if I stretch my arms out, in any direction. That's the bathroom.

From there, I purged the kid's clothing. Everything that didn't fit, got put into one of three piles: hand-me-down box, DCFS closet at church...and Mommy's mementos. DON'T JUDGE. It was a significant event.

Floors got cleaned up and that was Saturday. All hail Saturday.

Sunday, Jim goes back to work on the worst staffing day of the week - and kid and I go to church early because it's Palm Sunday and frankly, the dance card was full. This is the Sunday where kid has no Sunday School because our childcare worker isn't there (and we have to make plans for when she goes off to college, just like last year when the last one did the same thing), but I have both a reading and a procession to take part in...after making coffee (both kinds) for the welcome table outside.

The bake sale raised nearly $160 last weekend - keep in mind, everything was priced at .25$ a bite - a cookie, a brownie, whatever - a quarter. For a congregation of about 80 attending bodies? Over 660 bites? I think we did great. I'm going to suggest we do another soon - we had people stopping by at random, that's just what we want to see happen.

But yesterday? Was the dreaded church potluck I didn't have on my radar. Now, these are not all bad - they are opportunities to teach kid two things:

They were nice enough to cook for us. It's only meet and polite that we try everything. (He hated all of it.)
They were nice enough to take pictures to show us from the Cuba trip in January. It's only polite for us to be good guests and pay attention. (We bailed about 3/4's of the way through.)

I just wished I'd known about it. Would have brought stuff he'd eat. >_>

As it was, once he went down for a nap, he stayed down for nearly three and a half hours. So much for the rest of my day - not much else got attended to.

These folks were lifted up in prayer during services yesterday. At the time, it was unclear whether or not it was arson - sad to hear that question has been answered in the affirmative. I'm hoping we hear who and why at some point - but you have to accept you may never know in these matters.

One thing I really wish? I took up the Ayn Rand challenge when I was fifteen. It didn't take. Can I ask those folks who like her stuff to go back and read Babi Yar and The Painted Bird? You might get a better idea of what makes a mind like that tick if you get a grasp of the times that spawned it. Just saying.

And now, Monday. Now in progress.
kyburg: (Default)
Saturday was cleaning nearly all the things. We have three cats, the warm weather is here and the natural course of events is upon us. For those of us in the house who are remotely sensitive to such things, the cats dropping their winter coats All At Once has sent us scurrying for the loratadine. Then the vacuum cleaner, stripping the beds down to the bare mattresses and washing all the things. Yes, that too. I may yet toss the kid's stuffies in the dryer and air fluff them to remove what cat hair I can from those things as well.

And I washed one of the cats. Hiroshi allows it - the other two? One has been overgrooming to the point of needing steroid shots - and the other one will turn me into hamburger if I even think about her in water. So one is better than none, and he got washed. Frankly, to his mind, this is not all bad as it means additional pettings, combings and attention. He is also now white and orange again.

Then the bathroom was cleaned to within an inch of its life. Last count, four different cleaning products in a space I can touch both walls with if I stretch my arms out, in any direction. That's the bathroom.

From there, I purged the kid's clothing. Everything that didn't fit, got put into one of three piles: hand-me-down box, DCFS closet at church...and Mommy's mementos. DON'T JUDGE. It was a significant event.

Floors got cleaned up and that was Saturday. All hail Saturday.

Sunday, Jim goes back to work on the worst staffing day of the week - and kid and I go to church early because it's Palm Sunday and frankly, the dance card was full. This is the Sunday where kid has no Sunday School because our childcare worker isn't there (and we have to make plans for when she goes off to college, just like last year when the last one did the same thing), but I have both a reading and a procession to take part in...after making coffee (both kinds) for the welcome table outside.

The bake sale raised nearly $160 last weekend - keep in mind, everything was priced at .25$ a bite - a cookie, a brownie, whatever - a quarter. For a congregation of about 80 attending bodies? Over 660 bites? I think we did great. I'm going to suggest we do another soon - we had people stopping by at random, that's just what we want to see happen.

But yesterday? Was the dreaded church potluck I didn't have on my radar. Now, these are not all bad - they are opportunities to teach kid two things:

They were nice enough to cook for us. It's only meet and polite that we try everything. (He hated all of it.)
They were nice enough to take pictures to show us from the Cuba trip in January. It's only polite for us to be good guests and pay attention. (We bailed about 3/4's of the way through.)

I just wished I'd known about it. Would have brought stuff he'd eat. >_>

As it was, once he went down for a nap, he stayed down for nearly three and a half hours. So much for the rest of my day - not much else got attended to.

These folks were lifted up in prayer during services yesterday. At the time, it was unclear whether or not it was arson - sad to hear that question has been answered in the affirmative. I'm hoping we hear who and why at some point - but you have to accept you may never know in these matters.

One thing I really wish? I took up the Ayn Rand challenge when I was fifteen. It didn't take. Can I ask those folks who like her stuff to go back and read Babi Yar and The Painted Bird? You might get a better idea of what makes a mind like that tick if you get a grasp of the times that spawned it. Just saying.

And now, Monday. Now in progress.
kyburg: (Default)
Saturday was cleaning nearly all the things. We have three cats, the warm weather is here and the natural course of events is upon us. For those of us in the house who are remotely sensitive to such things, the cats dropping their winter coats All At Once has sent us scurrying for the loratadine. Then the vacuum cleaner, stripping the beds down to the bare mattresses and washing all the things. Yes, that too. I may yet toss the kid's stuffies in the dryer and air fluff them to remove what cat hair I can from those things as well.

And I washed one of the cats. Hiroshi allows it - the other two? One has been overgrooming to the point of needing steroid shots - and the other one will turn me into hamburger if I even think about her in water. So one is better than none, and he got washed. Frankly, to his mind, this is not all bad as it means additional pettings, combings and attention. He is also now white and orange again.

Then the bathroom was cleaned to within an inch of its life. Last count, four different cleaning products in a space I can touch both walls with if I stretch my arms out, in any direction. That's the bathroom.

From there, I purged the kid's clothing. Everything that didn't fit, got put into one of three piles: hand-me-down box, DCFS closet at church...and Mommy's mementos. DON'T JUDGE. It was a significant event.

Floors got cleaned up and that was Saturday. All hail Saturday.

Sunday, Jim goes back to work on the worst staffing day of the week - and kid and I go to church early because it's Palm Sunday and frankly, the dance card was full. This is the Sunday where kid has no Sunday School because our childcare worker isn't there (and we have to make plans for when she goes off to college, just like last year when the last one did the same thing), but I have both a reading and a procession to take part in...after making coffee (both kinds) for the welcome table outside.

The bake sale raised nearly $160 last weekend - keep in mind, everything was priced at .25$ a bite - a cookie, a brownie, whatever - a quarter. For a congregation of about 80 attending bodies? Over 660 bites? I think we did great. I'm going to suggest we do another soon - we had people stopping by at random, that's just what we want to see happen.

But yesterday? Was the dreaded church potluck I didn't have on my radar. Now, these are not all bad - they are opportunities to teach kid two things:

They were nice enough to cook for us. It's only meet and polite that we try everything. (He hated all of it.)
They were nice enough to take pictures to show us from the Cuba trip in January. It's only polite for us to be good guests and pay attention. (We bailed about 3/4's of the way through.)

I just wished I'd known about it. Would have brought stuff he'd eat. >_>

As it was, once he went down for a nap, he stayed down for nearly three and a half hours. So much for the rest of my day - not much else got attended to.

These folks were lifted up in prayer during services yesterday. At the time, it was unclear whether or not it was arson - sad to hear that question has been answered in the affirmative. I'm hoping we hear who and why at some point - but you have to accept you may never know in these matters.

One thing I really wish? I took up the Ayn Rand challenge when I was fifteen. It didn't take. Can I ask those folks who like her stuff to go back and read Babi Yar and The Painted Bird? You might get a better idea of what makes a mind like that tick if you get a grasp of the times that spawned it. Just saying.

And now, Monday. Now in progress.

Yup.

Apr. 12th, 2011 10:57 am
kyburg: (ebil)


Go ahead and check the entire site out - it's a nice place, for a change.

Wish it wasn't so hard to find places like it, yanno?

Yup.

Apr. 12th, 2011 10:57 am
kyburg: (ebil)


Go ahead and check the entire site out - it's a nice place, for a change.

Wish it wasn't so hard to find places like it, yanno?

Yup.

Apr. 12th, 2011 10:57 am
kyburg: (ebil)


Go ahead and check the entire site out - it's a nice place, for a change.

Wish it wasn't so hard to find places like it, yanno?
kyburg: (Default)
I really hate cancer. It got Diana Wynne Jones over the weekend, and I can already hear folks pishing and poshing that 'well, she smoked, she got what she deserved and she Had To Know - '

Okay, nobody deserves cancer, okay? Just stop it. You can ride a motorcycle and die doing it, the statistics are all lined up to tell you that's the probable outcome. You still don't deserve it. (I will look at you funny, maybe even chortle if you ride around with a helmet, shorts and sneakers when you ditch that bike on the interstate, you fool - but you don't deserve to DIE, for crying out loud. Psst - go get a decent set of boots and at least some long pants - m'kay?)

Looking at the short write up, there's plenty she didn't deserve - but ended up having to cope with, and I'm amazed she was as lovely a spirit afterward as she was. I've met so many adversity soured like a moldy loaf of bread, you have no idea.

That said - if you smoke, please stop. That's all I want for my birthday, Christmas and forever.

I am sick to death of hearing people claim 'hackery' when it's plain they just don't Like Something. You know what? I declare a moratorium on the word around me - I won't use it if you don't. Find other words, and more of them. *grumble*

Going to church yesterday, I passed the Calvary Chapel megachurch near the house - can someone explain to me why a church needs a security checkpoint? You know the kind, search your bags, metal detectors and pat you down before going in?

What the eff are they looking for? And from a congregation where everyone has to know at least your employment status to join? I got nothing.

I went to ours, told my friends and we were suitably aghast. Church services are NOT a rock concert, for crying out loud - this is the place with the new buildings, gift shop, you name it, they have a bumpersticker for it - megachurch. What are they telling people inside there that's scaring them so much they don't even trust each other?

What are we doing? Looking for ways to get people to come visit us, no strings attached. All the public Easter egg hunts have been cancelled and done away with (thank the budget cuts) - so we're looking to expand ours to allow the public to join us. NO CHECKPOINTS. Matter of fact, I'm floating a gaming night once a month in the church hall - thinking of starting out with Settlers of Catan - anyone want some? The stich-n-bitch is nearly a done deal - and I'll be teaching sewing and find someone to come in to service sewing machines if I don't miss my guess.

We're nice. And we'll feed you if you're hungry. Yes, those are pink triangles you see folks wearing, and oh, the multi-faith group meets as often as we can arrange it, you curious about this or that? So-and-so will be here and loves to answer questions.

Kid loves church - in his age group, he's the only one so he gets a daycare worker (one of the youth, a delightful teenager who loves playing 'Star Wars' out in the yard) all to himself. Best day of the week.

I've told you what a wonderful adoption resource this group has turned out to be, right?

Jim had his 47th birthday Saturday, and I'm remembering being in Japan 7 years ago (one trip, just ONE and it's already 7 years ago) and wishing this one could have been bigger, but. We did manage to get out to Palm Springs and up the Tramway - managed to get kid into enough clothes he wasn't cold playing in the snow - managed to get up, down and home before we all collapsed in exhausted piles. I'm sure the pictures are going to be awesome. Me, still a bit sore. Sleep was also very broken during the weekend, too. Didn't help.

[livejournal.com profile] n6vfp was down Sunday (yay bike! yay CDs!), and kid was introduced to my old friend Marian Kelly and her daughter Dianne who finally managed a visit - it's been over two years and change, and it was wonderful. Marian *really* likes Xander and while kid thinks she's neat, he also dragged out what I consider the circus seal behavior I'd like to see him ditch. My kid will test you out to see just how much abuse you can handle, disguised as 'play' - she thought the attention was wonderful, I had to tell him to quit throwing toys at her. Ah, parenting.

I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight. Yay, Monday.
kyburg: (Default)
I really hate cancer. It got Diana Wynne Jones over the weekend, and I can already hear folks pishing and poshing that 'well, she smoked, she got what she deserved and she Had To Know - '

Okay, nobody deserves cancer, okay? Just stop it. You can ride a motorcycle and die doing it, the statistics are all lined up to tell you that's the probable outcome. You still don't deserve it. (I will look at you funny, maybe even chortle if you ride around with a helmet, shorts and sneakers when you ditch that bike on the interstate, you fool - but you don't deserve to DIE, for crying out loud. Psst - go get a decent set of boots and at least some long pants - m'kay?)

Looking at the short write up, there's plenty she didn't deserve - but ended up having to cope with, and I'm amazed she was as lovely a spirit afterward as she was. I've met so many adversity soured like a moldy loaf of bread, you have no idea.

That said - if you smoke, please stop. That's all I want for my birthday, Christmas and forever.

I am sick to death of hearing people claim 'hackery' when it's plain they just don't Like Something. You know what? I declare a moratorium on the word around me - I won't use it if you don't. Find other words, and more of them. *grumble*

Going to church yesterday, I passed the Calvary Chapel megachurch near the house - can someone explain to me why a church needs a security checkpoint? You know the kind, search your bags, metal detectors and pat you down before going in?

What the eff are they looking for? And from a congregation where everyone has to know at least your employment status to join? I got nothing.

I went to ours, told my friends and we were suitably aghast. Church services are NOT a rock concert, for crying out loud - this is the place with the new buildings, gift shop, you name it, they have a bumpersticker for it - megachurch. What are they telling people inside there that's scaring them so much they don't even trust each other?

What are we doing? Looking for ways to get people to come visit us, no strings attached. All the public Easter egg hunts have been cancelled and done away with (thank the budget cuts) - so we're looking to expand ours to allow the public to join us. NO CHECKPOINTS. Matter of fact, I'm floating a gaming night once a month in the church hall - thinking of starting out with Settlers of Catan - anyone want some? The stich-n-bitch is nearly a done deal - and I'll be teaching sewing and find someone to come in to service sewing machines if I don't miss my guess.

We're nice. And we'll feed you if you're hungry. Yes, those are pink triangles you see folks wearing, and oh, the multi-faith group meets as often as we can arrange it, you curious about this or that? So-and-so will be here and loves to answer questions.

Kid loves church - in his age group, he's the only one so he gets a daycare worker (one of the youth, a delightful teenager who loves playing 'Star Wars' out in the yard) all to himself. Best day of the week.

I've told you what a wonderful adoption resource this group has turned out to be, right?

Jim had his 47th birthday Saturday, and I'm remembering being in Japan 7 years ago (one trip, just ONE and it's already 7 years ago) and wishing this one could have been bigger, but. We did manage to get out to Palm Springs and up the Tramway - managed to get kid into enough clothes he wasn't cold playing in the snow - managed to get up, down and home before we all collapsed in exhausted piles. I'm sure the pictures are going to be awesome. Me, still a bit sore. Sleep was also very broken during the weekend, too. Didn't help.

[livejournal.com profile] n6vfp was down Sunday (yay bike! yay CDs!), and kid was introduced to my old friend Marian Kelly and her daughter Dianne who finally managed a visit - it's been over two years and change, and it was wonderful. Marian *really* likes Xander and while kid thinks she's neat, he also dragged out what I consider the circus seal behavior I'd like to see him ditch. My kid will test you out to see just how much abuse you can handle, disguised as 'play' - she thought the attention was wonderful, I had to tell him to quit throwing toys at her. Ah, parenting.

I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight. Yay, Monday.
kyburg: (Default)
I really hate cancer. It got Diana Wynne Jones over the weekend, and I can already hear folks pishing and poshing that 'well, she smoked, she got what she deserved and she Had To Know - '

Okay, nobody deserves cancer, okay? Just stop it. You can ride a motorcycle and die doing it, the statistics are all lined up to tell you that's the probable outcome. You still don't deserve it. (I will look at you funny, maybe even chortle if you ride around with a helmet, shorts and sneakers when you ditch that bike on the interstate, you fool - but you don't deserve to DIE, for crying out loud. Psst - go get a decent set of boots and at least some long pants - m'kay?)

Looking at the short write up, there's plenty she didn't deserve - but ended up having to cope with, and I'm amazed she was as lovely a spirit afterward as she was. I've met so many adversity soured like a moldy loaf of bread, you have no idea.

That said - if you smoke, please stop. That's all I want for my birthday, Christmas and forever.

I am sick to death of hearing people claim 'hackery' when it's plain they just don't Like Something. You know what? I declare a moratorium on the word around me - I won't use it if you don't. Find other words, and more of them. *grumble*

Going to church yesterday, I passed the Calvary Chapel megachurch near the house - can someone explain to me why a church needs a security checkpoint? You know the kind, search your bags, metal detectors and pat you down before going in?

What the eff are they looking for? And from a congregation where everyone has to know at least your employment status to join? I got nothing.

I went to ours, told my friends and we were suitably aghast. Church services are NOT a rock concert, for crying out loud - this is the place with the new buildings, gift shop, you name it, they have a bumpersticker for it - megachurch. What are they telling people inside there that's scaring them so much they don't even trust each other?

What are we doing? Looking for ways to get people to come visit us, no strings attached. All the public Easter egg hunts have been cancelled and done away with (thank the budget cuts) - so we're looking to expand ours to allow the public to join us. NO CHECKPOINTS. Matter of fact, I'm floating a gaming night once a month in the church hall - thinking of starting out with Settlers of Catan - anyone want some? The stich-n-bitch is nearly a done deal - and I'll be teaching sewing and find someone to come in to service sewing machines if I don't miss my guess.

We're nice. And we'll feed you if you're hungry. Yes, those are pink triangles you see folks wearing, and oh, the multi-faith group meets as often as we can arrange it, you curious about this or that? So-and-so will be here and loves to answer questions.

Kid loves church - in his age group, he's the only one so he gets a daycare worker (one of the youth, a delightful teenager who loves playing 'Star Wars' out in the yard) all to himself. Best day of the week.

I've told you what a wonderful adoption resource this group has turned out to be, right?

Jim had his 47th birthday Saturday, and I'm remembering being in Japan 7 years ago (one trip, just ONE and it's already 7 years ago) and wishing this one could have been bigger, but. We did manage to get out to Palm Springs and up the Tramway - managed to get kid into enough clothes he wasn't cold playing in the snow - managed to get up, down and home before we all collapsed in exhausted piles. I'm sure the pictures are going to be awesome. Me, still a bit sore. Sleep was also very broken during the weekend, too. Didn't help.

[livejournal.com profile] n6vfp was down Sunday (yay bike! yay CDs!), and kid was introduced to my old friend Marian Kelly and her daughter Dianne who finally managed a visit - it's been over two years and change, and it was wonderful. Marian *really* likes Xander and while kid thinks she's neat, he also dragged out what I consider the circus seal behavior I'd like to see him ditch. My kid will test you out to see just how much abuse you can handle, disguised as 'play' - she thought the attention was wonderful, I had to tell him to quit throwing toys at her. Ah, parenting.

I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight. Yay, Monday.
kyburg: (ebil)
You know. Those Church People. Um.

This is turning into something far better than advertised when I went looking for a church home because yanno, kid needs one? And suddenly, Sundays got structure and I got a break from constant vigilance for about half a hour so I could actually THINK that long on - I dunno - grocery lists?

Yes, I was making shopping lists during church.

It's been over a year now, the pastor that baptized Xander has retired and an interim pastor has been keeping it together while the steering committee puts out a call for his replacement. Interim pastor is made of total win, to be blunt. I've seen her do services with her robes over blue jeans and sneakers - and this is what she does, nothing else. Her ministry is devoted to interim work. She'll never have a permanent home - a total gypsy. When this congregation has chosen it's new pastor, she'll go on to the next congregation in transition, figure out where all the light switches are and continue on.

They asked me to do the readings today. Um. Sure? Family are members, after all. Guess it's our turn to participate in services.

First Sunday of Advent - my favorite time of year, if you ask me for the religious calendar. There's plenty of fun, happy things that go with this holiday, how can I miss?

I did not expect to be praised so highly for my cold reading skills. Guys, I've had TONS of voice training - I'm just not pretty enough to be photographed, or have a tinkly singing voice.

I'm a killer cold reader. And today, I'd been handed the stuff ahead of time. I'm new here, and I didn't know where the offering plates were - but that was the only bobble.

I SURVIVED.

Xander loves church - it means he gets to go play with the daycare worker on a one-to-one relationship as he is IT for Sunday School in his age group. We are tiny, yo. The daycare worker is a late teen who adores him - who wouldn't love that?

This is also a United Church of Christ congregation - the ones that put a comma where others put a period? The one who have been ordaining women since 1853? Marriage equality since 1972? (Yes, there ARE some Christian churches that will do marriages for you. Really really.)

But I'm a little bemused - this is so much fun, and that's not supposed to happen.

Today, the program had a quote from The Left Hand of Darkness and pastor quoted nearly all of the Monty Python Spanish Inquisition skit during the sermon. No, I kid you not. NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISI - ahem.

And then I ran into another Green after services.

I'm in the right place, even though I was only looking for someplace.

And you wonder if there's a God. Well, last time I checked, I wasn't looking for a guy in long robes sitting on a cloud...and I'm still not.

Could be so much worse. Has been so much worse, what am I saying? The megachurch down the street is now doing pat-downs and security checks before letting people in for services and events now. You know them, the ones who do credit checks when you apply to join?

I guess we're too busy laughing and talking about Glee during services.
kyburg: (ebil)
You know. Those Church People. Um.

This is turning into something far better than advertised when I went looking for a church home because yanno, kid needs one? And suddenly, Sundays got structure and I got a break from constant vigilance for about half a hour so I could actually THINK that long on - I dunno - grocery lists?

Yes, I was making shopping lists during church.

It's been over a year now, the pastor that baptized Xander has retired and an interim pastor has been keeping it together while the steering committee puts out a call for his replacement. Interim pastor is made of total win, to be blunt. I've seen her do services with her robes over blue jeans and sneakers - and this is what she does, nothing else. Her ministry is devoted to interim work. She'll never have a permanent home - a total gypsy. When this congregation has chosen it's new pastor, she'll go on to the next congregation in transition, figure out where all the light switches are and continue on.

They asked me to do the readings today. Um. Sure? Family are members, after all. Guess it's our turn to participate in services.

First Sunday of Advent - my favorite time of year, if you ask me for the religious calendar. There's plenty of fun, happy things that go with this holiday, how can I miss?

I did not expect to be praised so highly for my cold reading skills. Guys, I've had TONS of voice training - I'm just not pretty enough to be photographed, or have a tinkly singing voice.

I'm a killer cold reader. And today, I'd been handed the stuff ahead of time. I'm new here, and I didn't know where the offering plates were - but that was the only bobble.

I SURVIVED.

Xander loves church - it means he gets to go play with the daycare worker on a one-to-one relationship as he is IT for Sunday School in his age group. We are tiny, yo. The daycare worker is a late teen who adores him - who wouldn't love that?

This is also a United Church of Christ congregation - the ones that put a comma where others put a period? The one who have been ordaining women since 1853? Marriage equality since 1972? (Yes, there ARE some Christian churches that will do marriages for you. Really really.)

But I'm a little bemused - this is so much fun, and that's not supposed to happen.

Today, the program had a quote from The Left Hand of Darkness and pastor quoted nearly all of the Monty Python Spanish Inquisition skit during the sermon. No, I kid you not. NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISI - ahem.

And then I ran into another Green after services.

I'm in the right place, even though I was only looking for someplace.

And you wonder if there's a God. Well, last time I checked, I wasn't looking for a guy in long robes sitting on a cloud...and I'm still not.

Could be so much worse. Has been so much worse, what am I saying? The megachurch down the street is now doing pat-downs and security checks before letting people in for services and events now. You know them, the ones who do credit checks when you apply to join?

I guess we're too busy laughing and talking about Glee during services.
kyburg: (ebil)
You know. Those Church People. Um.

This is turning into something far better than advertised when I went looking for a church home because yanno, kid needs one? And suddenly, Sundays got structure and I got a break from constant vigilance for about half a hour so I could actually THINK that long on - I dunno - grocery lists?

Yes, I was making shopping lists during church.

It's been over a year now, the pastor that baptized Xander has retired and an interim pastor has been keeping it together while the steering committee puts out a call for his replacement. Interim pastor is made of total win, to be blunt. I've seen her do services with her robes over blue jeans and sneakers - and this is what she does, nothing else. Her ministry is devoted to interim work. She'll never have a permanent home - a total gypsy. When this congregation has chosen it's new pastor, she'll go on to the next congregation in transition, figure out where all the light switches are and continue on.

They asked me to do the readings today. Um. Sure? Family are members, after all. Guess it's our turn to participate in services.

First Sunday of Advent - my favorite time of year, if you ask me for the religious calendar. There's plenty of fun, happy things that go with this holiday, how can I miss?

I did not expect to be praised so highly for my cold reading skills. Guys, I've had TONS of voice training - I'm just not pretty enough to be photographed, or have a tinkly singing voice.

I'm a killer cold reader. And today, I'd been handed the stuff ahead of time. I'm new here, and I didn't know where the offering plates were - but that was the only bobble.

I SURVIVED.

Xander loves church - it means he gets to go play with the daycare worker on a one-to-one relationship as he is IT for Sunday School in his age group. We are tiny, yo. The daycare worker is a late teen who adores him - who wouldn't love that?

This is also a United Church of Christ congregation - the ones that put a comma where others put a period? The one who have been ordaining women since 1853? Marriage equality since 1972? (Yes, there ARE some Christian churches that will do marriages for you. Really really.)

But I'm a little bemused - this is so much fun, and that's not supposed to happen.

Today, the program had a quote from The Left Hand of Darkness and pastor quoted nearly all of the Monty Python Spanish Inquisition skit during the sermon. No, I kid you not. NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISI - ahem.

And then I ran into another Green after services.

I'm in the right place, even though I was only looking for someplace.

And you wonder if there's a God. Well, last time I checked, I wasn't looking for a guy in long robes sitting on a cloud...and I'm still not.

Could be so much worse. Has been so much worse, what am I saying? The megachurch down the street is now doing pat-downs and security checks before letting people in for services and events now. You know them, the ones who do credit checks when you apply to join?

I guess we're too busy laughing and talking about Glee during services.
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If you haven't discussed [livejournal.com profile] e_moon60's recent jogging with both feet in mouth, [livejournal.com profile] popelizbet has a lovely post today on the item, with additional awesome contributed by [livejournal.com profile] yuki_onna, to wit: an entirely Arabic/Muslim issue of Apex is on the way. Normally, I would have an eyebrow cocked at anything that excludes so decisvely as this does, without the editor taking a step or two back as well (let's face it, you're defining who CAN submit by ethnicity/religion here) - and maybe I have - but part of me is so thirsty for this, I'm looking forward to seeing it happen.

There's a passage in the Qur'an that warns its faithful about how the Jews and Christians can't decide amongst themselves what parts of their Bible are to be truly holy or not, so don't pay them much heed in such matters, and not to emulate them. I hope someone takes that up and runs with it.

(What, I got a copy of it after 9/11 and read some of it. You didn't? There's a group that gives them away every year at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books - free. No excuse here.)

BTW, Elizabeth Moon will be addressed as Pookie Moon - just like every Elizabeth in my aquaintance - yes, even you - as I hear my anime friends snickering into their lattes. My friends, my DEAR friends - I have two nieces who bear that name, my older sister has it, one of my grandmothers had it and at the time I last counted, there were over twenty female relatives who bear the name Elizabeth in SOME form. Me? I got Elaine and until I have a daughter, I will be the only one EVER to claim it. I can be angry and insulted, or I can be amusing and nutty. I choose the latter. Pookie Moon is not being singled out for special treatment and I expect her to do what every other Elizabeth has done - assimilate. Let's see what she thinks of that. If it ever has any bearing, of course, which is doubtful.

My experience with mezuzas started with Cedars-Sinai, which has one outside every patient room and once I was taught the respectful way to use one, I've kissed my fingertips and touched them to the device each time before entering the room. I always thought it was a lovely tradition, saw nothing wrong with observing it in deed as well as spirit and if that's cultural appropriation, guilty as charged. I love them. And no, my house does not have one yet. I may think they are cool and wonderful, but I'm not brash enough to assume I can obtain one on my own. Like tarot decks and sake serviceware, these things should be gifted, neh? When one appears, that will be when my house has one.

[livejournal.com profile] happy_trekmas. Someone talk me out of this. Worse, help me talk Jim out of this. 9_9

Pie. Pie gooooood. Want pie now.

Wil Wheaton, John Scalzi and Subterranean Press are proud to announce the publication of Clash of the Geeks, a special and fantastical electronic chapbook featuring stories by Wheaton, Scalzi, New York Times bestseller Patrick Rothfuss, Norton Award winner and Hugo Best Novel nominee Catherynne M. Valente, Hugo and Nebula Award nominee Rachel Swirsky and others, for the benefit of the Michigan/Indiana affiliate of the Lupus Alliance of America. The chapbook is free to download, but voluntary payment is strongly encouraged, via Paypal or by tax-deductible donation forms, both linked to later in this entry. All proceeds from this chapbook will go to the Michigan/Indiana affiliate of the Lupus Alliance of America. Please enjoy the stories, link your friends to this page — and give! This is me, chortling happily in the corner - as soon as I can find the bucks, I'll be right there.

Ah yes, the bucks. Who the bleep gives live goldfish away at children's birthday parties as party favors? Yes, yes, they sent me home with a bowl with some gravel in it and a wee bit of food too. Just enough to let the poor wee thing suffocate or be poisoned by chlorinated water the first time it was taken out of the plastic bag (from PETCO AUGH). Kid had it named before we got home with it, so yeah. So not ready for goldfish funerals, guys. I'M NOT DOING IT.

So I'm now the owner (proud, not on your life) of a five-gallon aquariaum and a very scared little goldfish by the name of Fish Boy. PetSmart sold me a $10 airpump to keep him going in the 'traditional' goldfish bowl overnight - he moves into his permanent digs tonight when I get home from work. If the cats didn't discover and snack on him, of course. They didn't yesterday or overnight, so I have hope. I don't know much about the really TOUGH kinds of aquariums, but I do know enough to squick about suffocation in a glorified mason jar.

After spending the day before at the Wild Animal Park in San Diego, mind you. I think I was more than a little tenderized. I'm going to have a hard time explaining to kid why any animal is in a cage 24/7, to be blunt.

So Wil Wheaton and John Scalzi are going to have to wait. Goldfish ate my lunch money.

[livejournal.com profile] dracowayfarer went with us Saturday, and took many pictures - right now, we know where the video camera is, but not the still camera. Ugh twice, but there you go. I swear, kid was going to jump out of his skin the first time he saw birds that were not seagulls, sparrows or crows. MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYTHATBIRDHASAREDHEADANDANDAND.... The mammals, yes that's nice - but. BIRDS MOMMY! BIRDS!

We got close enough to a cheetah to smell her. And lions close enough to use them as counting lessons. "How many of them have a bone in their mouth?"

Weather perfect.

Also, San Diego? WTF? One, put the damn phone down if you're going to drive 80 MPH in the slow lane with all your friends, okay? And two, if I'm occupying your screaming child in the mall because you're tired of doing it? You might acknowledge me when I address YOU, not just the fellow yuppie scum who praises your choice in strollers. I'm throwing you a bone, dude. I've got one of those - and yours is pretty awesome too, but I suspect she's more fun when she's not recreating the Exorcist in this year's faboo kiddywagon. Just saying.

Feel like I went to Florida, somewhat.

Went to church Sunday, and the centerfold was about my denomination's efforts to fight Wage Theft (people not getting paid minimum wage, overtime or the like) through three different faith-based justice groups. And the reading was from Luke 16:1-14, which was welcome in the light that in today's CW, you only hear about Christianity in terms of teh gay, teh babies or teh rich peoples telling you what to do, because they rich. Not so much. I love my church. And the best part was how much kid enjoyed it as well and absolutely looked forward to it. For an experience that requires a lot of compliance on his part? That's saying something. And the congregation loves him too - this is a total win.

I'm tired, but it's a good tired. I'll take it.
kyburg: (Default)
If you haven't discussed [livejournal.com profile] e_moon60's recent jogging with both feet in mouth, [livejournal.com profile] popelizbet has a lovely post today on the item, with additional awesome contributed by [livejournal.com profile] yuki_onna, to wit: an entirely Arabic/Muslim issue of Apex is on the way. Normally, I would have an eyebrow cocked at anything that excludes so decisvely as this does, without the editor taking a step or two back as well (let's face it, you're defining who CAN submit by ethnicity/religion here) - and maybe I have - but part of me is so thirsty for this, I'm looking forward to seeing it happen.

There's a passage in the Qur'an that warns its faithful about how the Jews and Christians can't decide amongst themselves what parts of their Bible are to be truly holy or not, so don't pay them much heed in such matters, and not to emulate them. I hope someone takes that up and runs with it.

(What, I got a copy of it after 9/11 and read some of it. You didn't? There's a group that gives them away every year at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books - free. No excuse here.)

BTW, Elizabeth Moon will be addressed as Pookie Moon - just like every Elizabeth in my aquaintance - yes, even you - as I hear my anime friends snickering into their lattes. My friends, my DEAR friends - I have two nieces who bear that name, my older sister has it, one of my grandmothers had it and at the time I last counted, there were over twenty female relatives who bear the name Elizabeth in SOME form. Me? I got Elaine and until I have a daughter, I will be the only one EVER to claim it. I can be angry and insulted, or I can be amusing and nutty. I choose the latter. Pookie Moon is not being singled out for special treatment and I expect her to do what every other Elizabeth has done - assimilate. Let's see what she thinks of that. If it ever has any bearing, of course, which is doubtful.

My experience with mezuzas started with Cedars-Sinai, which has one outside every patient room and once I was taught the respectful way to use one, I've kissed my fingertips and touched them to the device each time before entering the room. I always thought it was a lovely tradition, saw nothing wrong with observing it in deed as well as spirit and if that's cultural appropriation, guilty as charged. I love them. And no, my house does not have one yet. I may think they are cool and wonderful, but I'm not brash enough to assume I can obtain one on my own. Like tarot decks and sake serviceware, these things should be gifted, neh? When one appears, that will be when my house has one.

[livejournal.com profile] happy_trekmas. Someone talk me out of this. Worse, help me talk Jim out of this. 9_9

Pie. Pie gooooood. Want pie now.

Wil Wheaton, John Scalzi and Subterranean Press are proud to announce the publication of Clash of the Geeks, a special and fantastical electronic chapbook featuring stories by Wheaton, Scalzi, New York Times bestseller Patrick Rothfuss, Norton Award winner and Hugo Best Novel nominee Catherynne M. Valente, Hugo and Nebula Award nominee Rachel Swirsky and others, for the benefit of the Michigan/Indiana affiliate of the Lupus Alliance of America. The chapbook is free to download, but voluntary payment is strongly encouraged, via Paypal or by tax-deductible donation forms, both linked to later in this entry. All proceeds from this chapbook will go to the Michigan/Indiana affiliate of the Lupus Alliance of America. Please enjoy the stories, link your friends to this page — and give! This is me, chortling happily in the corner - as soon as I can find the bucks, I'll be right there.

Ah yes, the bucks. Who the bleep gives live goldfish away at children's birthday parties as party favors? Yes, yes, they sent me home with a bowl with some gravel in it and a wee bit of food too. Just enough to let the poor wee thing suffocate or be poisoned by chlorinated water the first time it was taken out of the plastic bag (from PETCO AUGH). Kid had it named before we got home with it, so yeah. So not ready for goldfish funerals, guys. I'M NOT DOING IT.

So I'm now the owner (proud, not on your life) of a five-gallon aquariaum and a very scared little goldfish by the name of Fish Boy. PetSmart sold me a $10 airpump to keep him going in the 'traditional' goldfish bowl overnight - he moves into his permanent digs tonight when I get home from work. If the cats didn't discover and snack on him, of course. They didn't yesterday or overnight, so I have hope. I don't know much about the really TOUGH kinds of aquariums, but I do know enough to squick about suffocation in a glorified mason jar.

After spending the day before at the Wild Animal Park in San Diego, mind you. I think I was more than a little tenderized. I'm going to have a hard time explaining to kid why any animal is in a cage 24/7, to be blunt.

So Wil Wheaton and John Scalzi are going to have to wait. Goldfish ate my lunch money.

[livejournal.com profile] dracowayfarer went with us Saturday, and took many pictures - right now, we know where the video camera is, but not the still camera. Ugh twice, but there you go. I swear, kid was going to jump out of his skin the first time he saw birds that were not seagulls, sparrows or crows. MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYTHATBIRDHASAREDHEADANDANDAND.... The mammals, yes that's nice - but. BIRDS MOMMY! BIRDS!

We got close enough to a cheetah to smell her. And lions close enough to use them as counting lessons. "How many of them have a bone in their mouth?"

Weather perfect.

Also, San Diego? WTF? One, put the damn phone down if you're going to drive 80 MPH in the slow lane with all your friends, okay? And two, if I'm occupying your screaming child in the mall because you're tired of doing it? You might acknowledge me when I address YOU, not just the fellow yuppie scum who praises your choice in strollers. I'm throwing you a bone, dude. I've got one of those - and yours is pretty awesome too, but I suspect she's more fun when she's not recreating the Exorcist in this year's faboo kiddywagon. Just saying.

Feel like I went to Florida, somewhat.

Went to church Sunday, and the centerfold was about my denomination's efforts to fight Wage Theft (people not getting paid minimum wage, overtime or the like) through three different faith-based justice groups. And the reading was from Luke 16:1-14, which was welcome in the light that in today's CW, you only hear about Christianity in terms of teh gay, teh babies or teh rich peoples telling you what to do, because they rich. Not so much. I love my church. And the best part was how much kid enjoyed it as well and absolutely looked forward to it. For an experience that requires a lot of compliance on his part? That's saying something. And the congregation loves him too - this is a total win.

I'm tired, but it's a good tired. I'll take it.

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