HULK SMASH!

My inner child is a nerdy thirteen year old fanboy.

Last night I was badly in need of escape. Being, in fact, a forty four year old married woman my fantasy is that my husband would immediately recognize my need and meet it with plane tickets to Hawaii or something of that sort. But, also being a realist I settled for the next best thing. I made arrangements so that we could sneak out to an early, cheap showing of The Incredible Hulk. Thank you AMC for $5.00 movies. It was, well, incredible. More incredible is the fact that there are at least three comic book/super hero inspired movies left to see this summer. I love Popcorn Season.

Bible Class

What's the point?

I remember a time in my life when bible class seemed so important. Anymore it just feels like navel-gazing. Unless we take some time to actually do what it (the Bible) says what is the point. We spent forty five minutes in class this Sunday discussing some verse or other and at the end gave up five minutes for prayer requests. Five minutes. Covering subjects as diverse as cancer, missionaries, kidney transplant and aging parents, to name a few. Five minutes. Something feels broken. It's frustrating to do something as ineffective as mentioning this in a blog but what else can be done?

MNPLS or bust

I'm in Minneapolis for the week. With a herd of teens. Pray for us.

RIP Tim Russert

How will we make it through this year's election cycle?

I always enjoyed watching Tim Russert discuss the news but I grew to adore him during the 2000 election night roller coaster. Him and his white board. He seemed to me to be an insider, someone who knew and understood the players and the process in Washington and yet he remained cheerful and idealistic. And so I believed there was hope for the nation.

By all the accounts I am hearing he was a deeply faithful man. I am happy about for that. I will miss his point of view.

The Prodigal's Brother

That's me. Even though I'm a girl. Which technically makes me the Prodigal's sister. Plus there are three or four prodigals in my family. So that, for those of you keeping score, makes me the prodigals' sister.

Still, better that than the actual prodigal. It's just, I think it would be nice if the Prodigals could learn from their mistakes.

Grieving for a friend

Sometimes life is incomprehensible. Incomprehensibly bad. Like I just don't get why some things happen.

Maybe some day the things that are so tragic here on earth will not seem so bad. Eternal perspective. But meanwhile - it just stinks.

I like Rich Mullins song Hard To Get,

All I really need to know
Is if You who live in eternity
Hear the prayers of those of us who live in time
We can't see what's ahead
And we can not get free of what we've left behind

Well the whole song is good and kind of states how I feel.

Playing

I may have some free time coming to me. Who knows if these things will really work out. But I'd like to do some playing around here. Normally I save the playing for my facebook profile but I decided I'd like to mess around some here. Look for changes. Or not.

I found a funky slide show thingy so I'm going to try it out on this post. Voila

Calm after the storm

Everyone is gone for the week.

It's just me and the Five Year Old. Watching our weekly Spongebob marathon. No drama. No Conflict. No Explosions.

I'm bored.

That's no atomic explosion

Can you hear the screaming in my head? All in all I'm pretty glad that this week is ending. Or is Sunday just the beginning? God help me.

Daughters. Oh sure, when things are good they are all puppy dogs and unicorns. But one false step and boom. Nuclear disaster. Fine, I can handle being the bad guy, truthfully, I kind of relish the challenge. What I could do without is the best friend's mom talking the big talk but caving at the first hint of conflict. Oh the Drama. Honestly, how are we going to get our daughters through life unmolested, unpregnant, with their self esteem in tact unless we back each other up?

I think there is some rule about not blogging during an emotional crisis but bear with me please. It is possible that the whole thing will blow over tomorrow. Till then somebody needs to write this stuff into the baby books so parents can have a clue about what they are in for. Yes that baby is cute now but the day is coming when he/she will take leave of their adorable little mind.