Ghad, you folks have been busy -

[kyburg]

But I digress.

Doofey has been writing my journal since 4:30 AM this morning. Donna will return shortly. Why? Well, Doofey said something like "Osama is George Bush's best friend" and didn't want the CIA banging on her door.

Like I have a door to bang on right now. *rolls eyes*

I will have to behave once we have a physical address again.

Brought Mom in to see the house yesterday, and it more than passed muster - she took tons of pictures (thank God the sellers weren't home!). I just wandered through the place thinking "this...THIS is going to my house?!"

The guest house is actually two bedroom size, if you accept the tiny room attached to the bathroom is large enough to put a twin bed into. Once it's gutted, a lot more will be done. A full-sized kitchen (stove, refrigerator) makes up the entry room, but there are two rooms off it (one a decent-sized bedroom with windows that overlook the garden), and the room is large enough for a couch, table and chairs and so forth. All bonus.

We took measurements. Went to IKEA. Thought about what to do with the backyard...and noticed the bougainvillea blooming like crazy...didn't notice that before.

Didn't see the planter in the middle. ROSES!

*faints*

Heard about the recovered POWs in church today - yup. I was in church. Watching my nephew get confirmed into the Lutheran church he's attended since he left the congregational church as a youngling. (The Lutherans have a school...a private school. The Congregational church did too, but he aged out of it.)

More of the letter, least of the spirit. Communion was lackluster. I don't recall Jesus asking us to eat cookies with his picture on them as "bread." They meant well, I guess. (For those of you who are wondering, I have partaken of communion when it was REAL bread and so forth...and was much more satisfying. More on this later.)

They wanted me to carry a nail around in my purse this week...and come back to hammer it in next Friday. As if. *rolls eyes* No, I won't be around...and I only start what I can finish. So there.

I have trouble using napkins with crosses on them. Cutting and eating cakes in the shapes of crosses don't make sense to me either. The kids came home from being in this hoo-hoo ritual and went upstairs to play video games - Grand Theft Auto, I think. Then they played pool in the garage. The parents were admitting to each other how they were about to throw out their French's mustard and had bought the duct tape and plastic sheeting. But of course, they didn't - and well, now they just felt silly.

Is it me? I just don't get it.

Comments

[hobbitblue.livejournal.com]

Uh, whats with the nail in the purse thing? ::confuzzled look::

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

Well, you're supposed to carry this nail around all this week - and it's supposed to be a nuisance, in your way, poke you -

The pastor said some women go as far as wearing the things around their necks.

Then, they build a wooden cross on Friday and everyone gets to hammer their nail in. *nods* Yup.

Suffice it to say, I'm not participating.

[hobbitblue.livejournal.com]

They build a cross and.....? Oh boy.
I really never could grasp the appeal of a religion that venerates an instrument of death so much (why not fill the church with statues of the risen figure, all light and hope?), but that is just gettting ridiculous. I never wanted Jesus to die for my sins, thanks, I certainly wouldn't want anyone getting nailed to a cross for my benefit, thanks, and I'm definitely not into re-enacting the whole thing. Now Odin hanging on Yggdrasil to get the runes, yep, fine, sensible thing to be doing.....
Grr
Sorry to rant in your journal.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

There actually are churches who do as you say - this wasn't one of them. Barf.