Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Avett Brothers

Last night I went to Athens (Georgia, not Greece or otherwise (I specify for my international friends who might not be so familiar with Georgian cities/towns)) with my little sis for her birthday. We had a jammin' time dancing to the musical stylings of The Avett Brothers. They have inspired me to buy a banjo sometime hopefully in the not-too-distant future.
In other news Blades of Glory will be coming out in theaters soon and this is the first movie in quite awhile that I have actually been counting the days till it is out (we are down to 6!). So if anybody is interested in going to see it with me just give me a holla.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007


I usually don't post stuff like this, but what the hay. Kids are great. Kids are funny. Kids are profound. Here it is.

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate."
Nikka - age 6

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.” Terri - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 4

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca- age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

Building a Church Resume

Our church planting team has started to meet weekly. Each week we pray, we throw out ideas and visions we have for what our church in Chapel Hill might look like, and we eat brownies (mmmmm). This week we had a homework assignment. We were given a little questionaire to fill out.
My spiritual gifts are:
My talents, skills, and abilities are:
I have experience in:
My favorite way to serve others is:
. . . and so on and so forth.

I glanced over it and immediately went into resume mode (or CV mode if you prefer). I grant you that filling in this little worksheet is more fun than creating a resume (mostly because I know Rodger and Angella aren't going to fire me from the church plant even if my "resume" isn't what they hoped it would be (not that I feel like they would put those kind of expectations on me in the first place)). It is fun to kind of take a walk down memory lane and think about where I have been in relation to the church, the roles I have played, the experiences I have had, what I was good at, what I was not so good at, where I thrived and where I struggled to just meet the status quo.

I also added one more thing to the questionaire. . .
You should never, ever put me in charge of:

With how God works sometimes, that might just be the very thing I end up being in charge of. But anyhow, I just thought Rodger and Angela should know the areas that I feel particularly ungifted or unskilled in too.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

A Cat is a Funny Thing

Since the exodus from our house in the ghetto, my little sis has been spending the night here, there and everywhere. She lost her job the day before the break in at our house and, since she has no income currently, she has been unable to find a place of her own. So she hops from one friend's sofa to the next. All this to say, she has no real home for her cats right now. My mom volunteered to temporarily take in one of her cats (she wouldn't take the other one because he hasn't been fixed yet). So Romeo moved in with us last week. The only problem is that my mom has two cats of her own and one of those cats hates Romeo with a burning passion. In order to prevent fights, the cats have to be separated at all times. This ends up meaning that Romeo is treated like the redheaded step child who gets locked up in his room all day long with only the bare necessities of life (food, water and litterpan). My heart went out to Romeo two nights ago and I brought him in my room to spend the night so he would at least have some company. This was a bad idea. I got very little sleep. It didn't even have anything to do with my allergies. Remember how I said that one of my mom's cats hates Romeo with a burning passion. I was not exaggerating. Midway through the night, Callie (the vengeful kitty) somehow figured out that Romeo was in my room. She then proceded to claw at my door for a solid hour before she actually managed to open the door and attack Romeo. At which point I am forced to fly out of my bed, break up the cat fight, get Callie out of my room, and baracade my door with a box full of my cds and dvds (I'm not done unpacking yet). So then I sink back into my bed irritated, but too tired to really worry about irritation. In about 30 seconds I was out cold. Then at three am I was awakened by the sounds of Romeo puking up hairballs on my floor. That was the end of my compassion for cats. Romeo was promptly put back into his solitary confinement. I cleaned up the mess and went back to bed. Grrrrrrrr. Darn cats ruining my one night the entire week when I really had the possibility for getting a good solid, uninterrupted 8 hours of sleep.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Road Trip to Chapel Hill

This weekend I went to Chapel Hill with Rodger and Angela. It was good. We met with other Vineyard pastors from various parts of NC on Friday night. So we made some friends there and had a good time. Saturday we picked up our P.O. Box key, wandered around, looked at possible homes, almost got a parking ticket, randomly ran into Angela's cousin, and then had dinner with a family that is interested in potentially being part of our church when we get up there and the ball gets rolling. Sunday morning we went to another Vineyard church plant that is about 45 minutes away from where we will be planting. Then we headed home.
My thoughts are that I can see myself in the Chapel Hill/Carrborough/Durham area. The area is an iteresting mix of students, hippies, and old southern money. I can mix and mingle pretty well with at least 2 out of those 3 groups, so that's not a bad ratio. I'm feeling more and more excited about this next step in life. For those of you who pray. . . I'm unabashedly asking for prayer for a few things: (1) a car (preferably something I can buy outright and not make payments on), (2) a good job in the Chapel Hill area, and (3) either a roommate to share living expenses with or enough money to totally live on my own and pay off student loans.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

The Mission

I'll be playing at the Mission on Wednesday, March 14 at 9 pm. If anybody is free and not turning into a pumpkin at that hour, I'd love for you to come out and hang out with me.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007


Some good news!!! I got a raise at my tutoring job!!! Sweet!

Top Five Favorite Things To Do When Bored at Work

(in no particular order)
1. Check email/blog obsessively.
2. Make To Do lists/grocery lists.
3. Balance my checkbook.
4. Find excuses to walk by the office of the single, attractive lawyer in our firm.
5. Jot down ideas for song lyrics.

Top Five Favorite Things To Do Instead of Dealing with Problems You Don't Know How To Solve

(in no particular order)
1. Go shopping with Alice.
2. Check my email/blog obsessively.
3. Sleep.
4. Do a crossword puzzle.
5. Eat.

Monday, March 05, 2007

The Move

The move will be expedited due to the fact that my house was broken into this evening and I really don't want to live there anymore. The break-in could have been far worse. Nothing was taken. No one was hurt. They just broke our window out and, apparently, scared themselves off. So anyhow, tonight I am at my older sister's house and tomorrow I will do my best to move back in to my parent's. So I need a good night's sleep to get all that accomplished. Well, good night then.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Failure to Launch

I never could quite bring myself to sit down and watch this movie for a few reasons. (1) I never have quite been able to find Matthew M. a likeable character. He always seems phony to me. (2) The movie sounded like it would be an over-the-top, cheesy chick-flick. (3) I am quoting my dear friend Sara on this one. . . "It just hits too close to home."
I say this because I am soon to move back in with mom and dad. Sigh. Twenty-six and back in the same bedroom I had when I was eight. Sometimes I feel like a loser. Oh, well. Financially this is really actually the best thing to do. Save money for the new car and for the move to NC. Plus our lease at the house in the ghetto has one more month till it is up, and Mary is exploring other housing options too. So that's that.