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Tuesday, September 30, 2003
I just got back from Real Live Preacher. His latest is an amusing anecdote about having to temporarily abandon his PDA for sticky notes. In reading the comments to this post, I have come across another very good blog. Jon had left a note with a link to an article about the release of a new product line called the Personal Analog Device, or PAD. Those of you with PDA's will definitely want to check into this new gadget. Those of us without will find it enlightening, as well. BTW, at Jon's blog, be sure to read his post entitled, Pain and Beauty. It's not fair to make me cry this early in the morning, Jon!
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0 comments | Monday, September 29, 2003 OK, so I finally have a chance to sit down and write for a change! This was an action-packed weekend, most of the "action" being of the frenetic kind, trying to pack 3 or 4 days worth of stuff into one and a half. I had to work on Saturday, as usual, then I was supposed to go to the gym but blew it off to go grocery shopping, something I was in desperate need of. Plus I woke up with the left side of my body wracked with pain (well, maybe not wracked with pain, but in pain, nonetheless) from sleeping in a bad position, I suppose. When you get to the ripe old age of almost-43, you have to be careful about these things. :^) In the evening, I went to a friend's house to talk about the prayer request I posted last week. I still don't feel free to post specifics as yet; I won't until my friend speaks to his friend, the head of a local ministry I'm considering volunteering with. Actually, I'm beyond the "considering" stage--at this point, it's more a matter of whether they'll have me and if we can work out something that works with my work schedule. I won't know anything more until probably Thursday of this week. Yesterday, Matt and I went to Cincinnati for the Cincinnati Celtic Music and Cultural Festival. I try to get there every year, and it was great to have Matt come with me this time. He'd never been before, and it was fun showing him around, listening to great music, and meeting some interesting characters. We actually only listened to a couple of bands, then mostly shopped at all the vendors. We did hear this one really cool band, Old Blind Dogs, who are from Scotland and very funny, as well as being killer musicians. We liked them enough to each purchase one of their CD's when it was over. The one I got (their latest, entitled, "The Gab O Mey") has most of the music we heard on it. I look forward to swapping with Matt to hear the one he picked up, which I think was "The World's Room". As far as interesting characters go, the winner had to be a guy who was selling Sneaky Peat O'riginal BBQ & Hearth Peat. Yes, you saw it correctly, "O'riginal". This guy was quite a trip. He was the ould sod through and through--if he weren't so tall, I'd have thought he was a leprechaun. And the blarney was at no extra charge. He was demonstrating the taste of BBQ'ing with the peat by grilling what I suppose would've been hams if they'd been cured; I guess you'd call them pork shanks(?). Anyway, he cooked the pork on the grill, sliced up bits, sauced them up with a very simple BBQ sauce made mostly of ketchup and butter, then gathered up a bit on a toothpick to give you a sample. Now, here's the interesting part--next to him on the counter was this bottle of Irish whiskey (the brand seemed important to him--it was Kilbeggan, which he explained meant "little church"), and it was fitted with a sprayer of the sort you'd find on a bottle of Formula 409. When he had gathered up the bits of pork on the toothpick, he came at you with the toothpick in one hand and the spray whiskey in the other. As you opened your mouth to receive the pork, he would spray the whiskey into your mouth along with it. The taste was delicious, although I'm not sure if it was the pork itself or the whiskey or the combination of the two. Just to make sure which it was, we went back for seconds. :^) We also had the obligatory Harp (well, Matt did and I had a sip of his--after all, I was driving), and split a deep-fried, battered Milky Way, which, according to one of the members of OBD, originated in Scotland in his hometown. I highly recommend it--it was heavenly! We only got rained on once, while we were eating lunch, which was another obligatory Celtic festival food, Irish stew in a bread bowl.(Wow! I must be hungry or something--I promise we did more than just eat!) I almost forgot--we left Lexington early in order to get there in time to attend the Catholic Mass and the "Kirkin' of the Tartans", which was the name for the Protestant Scottish version of the church service. It was very cool, with a roll call of the clans, in which you would stand as your clan name was called out. Since "Warford" is sassenach, or English, I stood for my mother's maiden name, Scott. Matt, of course, stood for clan Donald, being a McDonald and all. We ended up back in Lexington about 7PM, having had a full day, and lot of fun. If anyone is interested in such things, I highly recommend this festival. It takes place on the last weekend of September every year--maybe I'll see you there next year! posted by #Debi at 10:10 PM | permalink |
0 comments | Wednesday, September 24, 2003 OK, Rich fixed the link to the original battle cry quiz that he took. It's a little different than the one below, and in the interest of clarity, I thought I'd include it as well. Be forewarned, as Rich says in his post, some names will come up with racy results. Mine weren't, though, so here's my result: Sprinting over the wasteland, brandishing a vorpal blade, cometh Debi! And she gives a gutteral cry: posted by #Debi at 11:14 PM | permalink |
0 comments | Tuesday, September 23, 2003 OK, I found a new quiz over at Rich's blog.  What's your Battle-Cry? this quiz was made by Aroihkin of PlanetKulitron So, what's your battle cry?
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0 comments | Well, it appears that Internet Explorer is being funky again tonight, so here I am posting via Netscape again. I wish I knew what the deal with IE is, but since I have other options, I'll just go ahead and use them. Rachel has fixed her blog, and actually written something in it! Yay! She had some serious funkiness going on, to the point where she couldn't post if she wanted to. Some Blogger weirdness or something. But anyway, she just punted, picked out a new template, and is back on the road to Bloghalla. She even mentioned me in her newest post! Those of you who are prone to praying in the spirit (or, "unspoken prayer requests", for you Baptists), please be praying for me over the next few days as I try to process something that God seems to be putting on my heart to do, ministry-wise. I have a feeling that He's moving me into an area of more active outreach, for lack of a better word, but I can't really blog about it until I meet with some of the people involved and get their input. Is that cryptic enough? Good! :^)
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0 comments | Sunday, September 21, 2003 Yay! Kyle has finally written something new. He's got a nice long update of his move to Texas and getting settled in, as well as some prayer requests for those who are so inclined. posted by #Debi at 8:30 AM | permalink |
0 comments | Wednesday, September 17, 2003 Wow. It's been over a week since I've come in to post on Blogger, and things look a little different around here. I gots spell check now! I usually don't much need it, but sometimes when I'm tired and my fingers get uncoordinated, it'll be good to have the backup. I hate posting and then finding some typo after it's already out there for all of cyberspace to see. Just one of my little "anal" tendencies, I guess. BTW, is anyone else having trouble with Internet Explorer? I just tried to open it a couple of times, and it won't come up. It starts to load and then just disappears. I use a Mac, so it couldn't be a virus. :^) Just curious. Real Live Preacher says he's on a one-week sabbatical, but he's been posting some very interesting stuff nonetheless. Here's a link he posted yesterday to an article about Mother Teresa and her "dark night of the soul." It's a compelling article, and encouraging to those of us who regularly go through periods of doubt and confusion. If RLP posts this kind of stuff on sabbatical, imagine what happens when he's really trying. posted by #Debi at 9:30 PM | permalink |
0 comments | Tuesday, September 09, 2003 We had our weekly meeting of VBCC tonight, and it turned out to be just what I needed. I left work today at about 1:30, because I was depressed and worn out all morning, plus being somewhat hormonal and all. It's just getting harder and harder to go into that place and be an effective, vital cog in that wheel. So after lunch I decided I would do about as much good at home, asleep, as I would there, so I went home and slept for about 3 hours. It helped a lot. I was much calmer after waking up. Anyway, as I was saying, I went to the Creeches' house for the weekly thing, and a very good time was had by all. We started out, as we usually do, hanging out around the table, eating and talking. At one point I looked around the table at what was arrayed there and said, "You know what? This is a truly elegant meal." Liz had made homemade pesto and bruschetta with ingredients from her garden, we had lots of sliced Italian bread, and I brought a brie which we baked, some pears which we sliced, and some turkey "beef sticks", which we called "sticks of meat", much to our own amusement. After we ate, we moved into the living room and did the Vespers thing and talked about the Scripture reading, which was Romans 12:9-12: "Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." Somehow, we got onto the subject of "love languages", as in the book. Alan told about how his "love language" is spending quality time with people. He would rather just hang out and talk with someone than just about anything else, as a way of showing love to others. Then he pointed out that my "love language" is giving gifts. And this is true. I'm always subconsciously looking for that perfect thing for someone else. It gives me pleasure to see someone's face light up when I hand them that perfect thing. But I think that sometimes it's more about the pleasure I get, seeing them light up and hearing them say, "Thanks! This is just what I've been wanting!" than it is about showing them my love for them. Does that make sense? Maybe I'm being too introspective and hard on myself because of the mild hormone-induced depression, but I think that my giving of gifts is sometimes not so much my way of showing love, as it is a way of getting love. I guess it's supposed to make us happy to see others being blessed, and most of the time that's truly all it is about for me. But there's that niggling little voice in the back of my head that likes to chime in and say that my motives are wrong. Maybe sometimes that's true. But I think that I'd rather give gifts with possibly wrong motives than not give at all. The love still gets shown. posted by #Debi at 10:56 PM | permalink |
0 comments | Monday, September 08, 2003 Here's another "butt-kicker", as Alan calls it, from CQOD: "A man may go into the field and say his prayer and be aware of God, or he may be in Church and be aware of God; but if he is more aware of Him because he is in a quiet place, that is his own deficiency and not due to God, Who is alike present in all things and places, and is willing to give Himself everywhere so far as lies in Him...He knows God rightly who knows Him everywhere." posted by #Debi at 6:24 AM | permalink |
0 comments | Sunday, September 07, 2003 Well, I made it to Cincy for Vineyard Central's Save Elizabeth concert. It was touch and go there for a few minutes, because an incident occurred on the way that could have ended up with me in a starring role on an episode of COPS. I had to stop for gas before leaving town, so pulled into the station around the corner from my home. The lot there is tiny, with barely enough room to get in and out when no cars are parked in the spaces, and this time cars were parked in all the spaces. The pumps were pretty well free, however, so I pulled up to a pump, noticing as I did that there was a very large truck trying to get between the parked cars and the cars at the pumps. This was no ordinary truck; this was one those commonly known as a "duelie", with 4 tires across the back, a full king cab, and jacked-up suspension. A monster truck, in other words. Well, as I pulled up to my pump, I could tell that this truck was not going to be able to get through the space she was trying to negotiate. So, being that I was running late, and irritated at myself for that and at her for trying to go where she clearly wasn't able to go, I made what was apparently an irritated face and backed up to let her through. The owner of the car at the next pump wasn't so lucky--she was inside paying for her gas. As the monster truck passed this car, her tire clipped the front end of that car, putting a small scratch on the grill and making the car rock, but doing no serious damage. So the owner of the car comes out of the station saying, "Hey, you hit my car!" Then all hell broke loose, in the form of the owner of the monster truck. She got out of her truck and starts yelling and cussing at me! She starts saying some nonsense about how the whole deal was my fault for making a face. (Yeah, I don't get that part, either.) She then comes over to me, gets in my face, and tells me (quote), "I'm gonna take you down!" No kidding! I managed not to laugh in her face, because she was clearly unbalanced and I didn't know what would've happened if I had laughed. So all I could think to say was, "Excuse me?" Then she proceeded to call both me and the owner of the other car several choice names, including the "B" word and the "C" word (email me if you need translations). I think maybe junior high was the last time I heard anyone use the "C" word. The kicker for me was when, before she drove off without leaving any information for the woman whose car she hit, she leaned out the window of the monster truck and called me white trash! At that point the laughter could not be contained. I love irony! After that, I managed to make it safely to Cincinnati, where I had a wonderful time at the art show and concert. I told Kevin that I thought they should make this an annual event. He says they're thinking about it. I managed to take about a roll of film there, and hope to get it put on CD in the next day or so (no, I'm not digital yet). Once that's done, I hope to put one or two up here. posted by #Debi at 10:38 PM | permalink |
0 comments | Thursday, September 04, 2003 Something to meditate on from CQOD: "In his enthusiasm, the evangelist often finds it difficult seriously to imagine that anyone could be called not to be an evangelist. The man of vision and imagination finds it difficult to see the value of those who do no more than plod on faithfully along a well-tried road. The man whose concern is in personal dealing with people and leading them to understand God better finds it difficult to be patient with the theologian or the Christian philosopher whose work is in the quiet of a book-lined study. Yet the truth is that the wholeness which God is working to achieve is never complete in an individual, but through individuals living together as one body, each supplying the deficiencies of the others. Just a reminder that we, in and of ourselves, cannot "go it alone" as a Christian, but need all the other facets of this jewel we call the Body of Christ in order to reflect Him fully. Amen.
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0 comments | Wednesday, September 03, 2003 I found another gem for the "deep thoughts" section, from George Eliot, whose real name was Mary Ann Evans. It resonated with me because I often wonder, worry, meditate on just that subject. It will be much more edifying to meditate on this quote instead. I think, if I can work it out, that I may head up to Cincy this weekend for Vineyard Central's Save Elizabeth Music & Art Festival. I probably won't be able to make the art show portion of the festivities, but would like to go for the concert. I hope I meet some of you all there! posted by #Debi at 6:18 AM | permalink |
0 comments | Monday, September 01, 2003 Well, it's about time someone posted a good online quiz! I was about to think that there were none left out there! Thanks, Dave!
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