The Adventures of Not Playing Chess
Seriously, I drove around for almost an hour and a half last night looking for the Lakeway Church off of 160, which *supposedly* accommodates the Morristown Chess Club. So I ended up showing up (late) to a Lakeway Assemblies of God warehouse church (it was set up quite nice inside) and was helped out by three old Southerners who assured me that their venerable building housed no such gamery clubs of any sort. I was in the wrong place. And how did I know they were southerners? Because they talked slow. Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeal slow. And the oldest guy, who talked the slowest, gave a superlative speech on the best way to find ‘that other Lakeway church’ which “must be thuh actual one bein’ sought fer by you’uns”. Despite his most extended and protracted ruminations, we were still unable to find the place. But somehow, and I don’t know how this happened, the instructions that he gave me led me directly to my house. You’ve got to watch those old southern guys who hang out at warehouse churches. So my poor kids missed their first chess club meeting. We’ll try it again in two weeks and see if we have better luck. Maybe I’ll use a map. Anyways, when we got home, Coie had just gotten back from work. She milked the goats and had her dinner and then went to the living room. Minutes later I came in to fold the laundry (that our laundress had deposited on the couche) and found Coie lying on her stomach with her hands pinned behind her back, and with James trotting around, tucking her in with a blanket, and brushing all of her hair over her face. In answer, she mumbled that James insisted that she lay exactly like that so he could take care of her. So she stayed put, and I stood there folding laundry and talking to her while James flitted about. And then the next thing I knew, before I could even comprehend what was happening, James grabbed the back of my silky jammy pants (which are too big for me) and yanked them down to my knees. We all, including James, were somewhat mortified. Coie was nearly blinded by the great flash of white light. After the tree swing incident you’d think I’da learned my lesson. Note to self: Do not wear elastic banded pants if ever we have guests. Lastly, our pastor finally got thru Romans chapter 12 and is now going thru Romans 13 – and talk about perfect timing with all the election stuff starting to rev up. He’ll probably be 8 to 12 weeks on this series as he works thru the text in Romans 13. You can go thru this series with us, if you’d like. The Sunday messages are posted (generally) by the middle of the week and can be found here. The last one, from 9/9, was brilliant. And just so you know, that picture of him was taken just seconds before he actually strangled one of the elders almost entirely to death. |
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on September 12th, 2007 at 11:24 am
I heard…
that many US Americans don't have maps and maybe that is why you couldn't find the church. I personally believe you should have the Iraq and South Africa help you such as and… for your children.
on September 12th, 2007 at 11:50 am
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Kristina/Neal… ok, you win the Sept 07 First Place prize for funniest comment
if you don't know what this is about, see here:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZABeQ5vkpXM
on September 12th, 2007 at 11:52 am
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I can just picture the whole thing! Yikes! I am not sure I want to picture it! LOL!
Did I ever tell the story of when I was pregnant with Noah? I was standing in line with my three little ones (now my big ones, but at the time they were all age 6 and below). There was a couple with a newborn and one of my boys tells them, "My mommy has a new baby in her tummy! Wanna see?"
Then, as if carefully choreographed, one boy hikes my shirt up and the other pulls the elastic of my waist band down to expose my LARGE pregnant belly, and half of my underclothing above and below!
YIKES!
I'll never forget that! I was horrified. Note that McDonalds was quite crowded that day! Maybe that is why I don't go to McDonalds anymore. I SAY its because we want to eat junk food anymore, but really it was the feeling of my SUPER-Sized belly being revealed for all to see that prevents return! (Even though that was when we lived in Connecticut and now we live in WA… the trauma was too great to bear!!!! LOL!)
on September 12th, 2007 at 12:21 pm
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What is that compulsion kids have to spontaneously disrobe their mothers?!?!?! My youngest has occasionally and without warning lifted my shirt since he quit nursing (presumably to see if they are still there???) without regard to where we are or who is around. Motherhood really destroys any semblance of modesty and dignity one had before child bearing and nursing. I guess it's God's way of teaching humility…
Blessings!
Courtney
on September 12th, 2007 at 1:06 pm
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What you need is a good pair of suspenders!
on September 12th, 2007 at 9:47 pm
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Well…. you always have interesting news to post about,. Well I got something interesting to tell you about. I won *BIG* on Ebay — A big truck that is… I e-mailed you. I was hoping to get the truck before we left for NC but we decided that we could leave a day early. So we will be leaving tomorrow afternoon. No time to get the truck. I will check around the 23rd!
Have a wonderful week!
Maria
on September 13th, 2007 at 6:24 pm
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I have had many experiences of driving around and not finding where I want to go. I have no sense of direction. Losing your pants one too many times, that will humble you. LOL~Now I must ask what caused your pastor to strangle an elder? Did I miss this? Was there good cause?
Ruth
on September 13th, 2007 at 11:20 pm
OH MY WORD!
Someone please remind me to empty my bladder prior to reading Jen's posts! I am so VERY thankful that none of my children have ever decided to YANK down my pants. Whew, I pray Emma isn't the one. *snicker* You are a nut lady!
Hugs,
Christi