Yay 3 am!
So I was having this dream where I was videotaping a thunderstorm on my iphone... then I woke up out of the blue. I felt like I'd slept for hours, so I assumed it was almost time to get up. No. It was barely after 2 am. I tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work. So I eventually gave in and got up. I did some dishes, cleaned the kitchen counters, and I was in the middle of watching my recorded ep of Private Practice when the cable went out. Ugh. Now it's 4 am and I'm on hold with Comcast? Weird, weird night.
It's probably the wind or something. There's a cold front coming in tonight. I'd forgotten what the south was like when the cold fronts blow in. The wind is awesome. You can just feel the power in it. It'll make you believe in the old gods, that's for sure.
Oooh, apparently they were doing maintenance on the HD systems. When I got a real person, he told me to turn it back on once I could see the time on it again. It works again! Yay! I know the world was biting its nails in anxiety about my cable drama.
Tomorrow I have to go to some Christian concert. When this was proposed to me a month ago, I was told it was a real concert by a Christian guy. Ally wanted me to go. I'd completely forgotten about it until they reminded me tonight. It's not a real concert. It's at a frikkin' church. I've never heard of the guy, hell I can't even remember his name to google him. I hope the audience isn't comprised entirely of tear-filled fans who know every song. I think I'll die of boredom. I'm supposed to wear pink, to support a cure for breast cancer. Since Lory has breast cancer, I'm more than willing to comply. I'm all about the pink ribbon. And the yellow ribbon. Hell I've got more ribbons than I know what to do with. Good thing I like ribbons.
RCIA tonight was interesting. Our speaker stood us up. Last week our speaker already had an appointment at the seminary, so we got stood up then too. Daddy was livid. He hates poor management. He bitches every week because we never start until like 7:30. Now our speakers weren't there two weeks in a row. I felt so bad for the poor woman hosting the session. He interrogated her for like 15 minutes about how she arranges speakers and how she reminds them of their appointments, blah blah. Anyway, rather than just go home, Daddy and I suggested using the time as a discussion group for questions people might have. Dad had a whole list (we had discussed this earlier in the evening at dinner) of things he wanted to know. So we discussed. It was kinda fun, and I actually learned more in the discussion than I have in like almost all the actual RCIA classes. I'm so sick of people who print off their little presentation, pass out the papers, then spend the whole night reading the paper to us. If you ask them a question that isn't covered on their sheet of paper, they can barely answer it. And it's never theologically sound. Or supported. It's like their best guess. I want a real theologian. A REAL one. At least I caught Father Tom roaming the halls and dragged him into our class for about 15 minutes to answer our harder ones.
Sigh. At least I didn't want to kill Zach tonight. I kind of feel sorry for them now. Sarah confessed tonight that she's 19. Zach's 21. I have no idea why they'd get married that young, and they looked thoroughly uncomfortable confessing their ages. But Father Tom asked, so what could they say? Anyway, I feel pity.
I miss Matt. Blech. No whining allowed.
Ok green bean casserole is done.
It's probably the wind or something. There's a cold front coming in tonight. I'd forgotten what the south was like when the cold fronts blow in. The wind is awesome. You can just feel the power in it. It'll make you believe in the old gods, that's for sure.
Oooh, apparently they were doing maintenance on the HD systems. When I got a real person, he told me to turn it back on once I could see the time on it again. It works again! Yay! I know the world was biting its nails in anxiety about my cable drama.
Tomorrow I have to go to some Christian concert. When this was proposed to me a month ago, I was told it was a real concert by a Christian guy. Ally wanted me to go. I'd completely forgotten about it until they reminded me tonight. It's not a real concert. It's at a frikkin' church. I've never heard of the guy, hell I can't even remember his name to google him. I hope the audience isn't comprised entirely of tear-filled fans who know every song. I think I'll die of boredom. I'm supposed to wear pink, to support a cure for breast cancer. Since Lory has breast cancer, I'm more than willing to comply. I'm all about the pink ribbon. And the yellow ribbon. Hell I've got more ribbons than I know what to do with. Good thing I like ribbons.
RCIA tonight was interesting. Our speaker stood us up. Last week our speaker already had an appointment at the seminary, so we got stood up then too. Daddy was livid. He hates poor management. He bitches every week because we never start until like 7:30. Now our speakers weren't there two weeks in a row. I felt so bad for the poor woman hosting the session. He interrogated her for like 15 minutes about how she arranges speakers and how she reminds them of their appointments, blah blah. Anyway, rather than just go home, Daddy and I suggested using the time as a discussion group for questions people might have. Dad had a whole list (we had discussed this earlier in the evening at dinner) of things he wanted to know. So we discussed. It was kinda fun, and I actually learned more in the discussion than I have in like almost all the actual RCIA classes. I'm so sick of people who print off their little presentation, pass out the papers, then spend the whole night reading the paper to us. If you ask them a question that isn't covered on their sheet of paper, they can barely answer it. And it's never theologically sound. Or supported. It's like their best guess. I want a real theologian. A REAL one. At least I caught Father Tom roaming the halls and dragged him into our class for about 15 minutes to answer our harder ones.
Sigh. At least I didn't want to kill Zach tonight. I kind of feel sorry for them now. Sarah confessed tonight that she's 19. Zach's 21. I have no idea why they'd get married that young, and they looked thoroughly uncomfortable confessing their ages. But Father Tom asked, so what could they say? Anyway, I feel pity.
I miss Matt. Blech. No whining allowed.
Ok green bean casserole is done.