Saturday, April 29, 2006


Is it terrible that all I want to do is take a nap in my bed when it's gorgeous outside? Usually on such a day, I'd want to be outside taking a nap or reading or something. But no, I have no real desire on this day to be outside. All I really want to do is sleep. . .inside.

I'm seeing and hearing about babies a lot lately. It's one of those times when it seems like everyone is having a baby. I spent time with baby Elisia the other day, which was so fun. And next Friday, I'm visiting Tamber and her baby Bethany. This could be interesting for the ol' maternal instinct. . .funny how I seem to have spurts of "I want a baby!" and then, sometimes immediately following, spurts of "I am in no way ready for a baby!"

I'm finding that I think like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex & the City a lot. I was talking to Lizzie the other day and we wondered about crushes. And in my head was Carrie Bradshaw's voice asking the question that Liz and I were pondering, "Do we sometimes force attraction to someone simply because we long to have an object of our affection?" And there are other questions I've thought about this weekend after conversations with friends: "Does a person's past relationship behavior dictate how he or she will act in every future relationship? Do we ever move past our past?" and "What does it take to truly and completely get over someone?"

Anyway. I could have a whole blog dedicated to the analysis of relationships. Many of you know that I'd love that. Except I kinda have other things that take up my time right now. . .too bad.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Texas Meets the Mayor

Well this weekend was full of fun, I tell you. Full of fun. The Mayor (or, as I affectionately call him, "Rob") visited for two days and I doubt you'll be surprised when I say that I laughed a lot. We both did. Trish and Rich came up, Lanette had lunch with us, Becky hung out for a while. . .it was a grand old time. If only the Good Capn, Huw, and Leslie had been around, I think we would've felt complete. :)

Here are some pictures from our adventures at the Texas Capitol:

The Guy pulled a knife on me at the gift shop! (doesn't he look scary?) I was a bit freaked out, but. . .

. . .we made nice for this photo in front of the Capitol. Notice Rob's new bolo tie that he bought (and wore pretty much all day). If I didn't know any better, I might think he enjoyed his new bolo more than he enjoyed visiting The Girl. But luckily I do know better. ;)

Simon's now a true Texas cat. Leave it to a guy from North Carolina to show him how to be a true Texan.

This is for Lee-lee. She hung out with us all weekend and we had fun. So of course I had to post the picture she loves the most.

A long-awaited weekend is now over. Back to everyday life tomorrow! *sigh* Oh, well. It was well worth the wait. And I'm sure the next six weeks will fly by. Part of me wants to slow them down, while the other part of me can't see them go fast enough. . .

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Wow! I want a rich boyfriend, too!*

I'm hungry today. I actually think I've managed to make myself tired of Thundercloud. Crazy, I know. But I eat there at least once a week. And today I went with Leah (which has become a sort of tradition, if you will) and I didn't want anything. Now part of that probably had to do with the fact that my stomach was gurgly this morning and I didn't feel that hungry. BUT, now that I am hungry and want food, I'm not dying for a Thundercloud sub. And I usually can eat one any time. I guess too much of a good thing is still too much. Oh, well. I'm sure I'll be back there next week. Or even tomorrow, knowing me. :)

I'm starting to think about cleaning out my office. And I've decided that I don't like thinking about it. Youth ministers' offices tend to become the collection area for all sorts of random things. I have a sleeping bag rolled up in the corner, a saw from last year's mission trip, an old computer monitor, bags of bandanas, boxes of t-shirts, you name it. I'm sometimes afraid I'm going to be the one responsible for Merle's death. He's 80-something years old and every time he comes in here to chat, I wince when he almost trips over the boxes as he makes his way to sit down across from my desk. (Seems like I've mentioned this before--sorry if I'm repeating myself.) Anyway, it's going to be hard work. And I don't know if I've given myself enough time for it all. My last Sunday here is June 4th, then I'm moving that week--like June 6th. So maybe I should start. . .now.

Oh, but wait. It's spring. Which means there are graduation gifts to get, high school musicals I must attend, confirmation classes to teach, end-of-the-year youth group parties to plan for. . .can a girl ever get it all done? *dramatic sigh*

Love to all!

*Not really. I'm perfectly happy with The Guy. And just in case you didn't know, he's gonna win the lottery some day.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Well, Hoppity Hip!

The title of this post is a phrase exclaimed this morning at church by our lovely secretary, Lisa--she also says "Jeez o' Pete" (sp?), "Mercy Dell" (dell is pronounced 'dale'), and "Lordy May" quite frequently. I'm going to miss that gal and her little sayings. . .

So, it's Easter weekend and I'm all alone. (ha ha I'm not upset about it, I just thought I'd sound pitiful for a second.) I've actually been looking forward to this weekend for a while--it's the one weekend I haven't had anything planned and I've been able to do a whole heck of a lot, which is awesome. Here's a rundown of what I've been up to this week:

*Met with my spiritual director for the second-to-last time before I move; as usual, I left with some enlightening ideas about myself and the ways in which God is working in my life. I find that, while I claim to be all inclusive and open, I have a tendency to act quite the opposite--and usually with the ones I love the most--so that's not good. There are things to work on!

*Went to church for Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter. We remember the most significant events of the Christian church this week, and I always come away with something new. This year, I spoke at the early service about Easter and I talked about our resurrection stories--I think we all have one or more. Someone told me recently that my parents' divorce is a huge part of my resurrection story. God raised up our family and gave new life to something that was broken. While I certainly know that there were painful parts of that time in my life, I can definitely say that my siblings and I came through that experience with stronger relationships both with each other and with our parents. The result is one family--a bit scarred, but very strong. Thank You for showing us the power of resurrection in our lives. It doesn't just stop with Jesus--it continues in our world today. Things aren't always what they seem. . .

*Went shopping. Probably bought too much. But whatev.

*Talked to and saw some old friends. Leslie and I had a fun conversation (the secret's out!) and Carmack and I caught up, too. I went to Bulverde and hung out with Miriam and Scott, which was GREAT because I hadn't seen them in forever. I also saw Marcy and Johnny Boy at church, which was fabulous.

*Got mad and made mad (involving the same person over a span of two days! Goodness.) I've thought about it, though, and I've come to the conclusion that we get the maddest at those we love the most. This may sound silly, but I used to get kinda jealous of my couple friends who fought--you gotta have passion to get mad at someone. . .and if they don't make you mad every once in a while, then maybe the passion's not really there. That's just my two cents--I'm sure it's not factual. But I, for one, think fighting is healthy. Argue with me if you want. But I stand by it. (Plus, isn't making up sweet? And I'm not just talking about, you know, that kind of making up. . .you know what I mean. . .:)

I'm gonna do some cleaning, then hang out with Beckycita a bit this evening. The Mayor's comin' into town next weekend (look out, Texas!), so watch for more updates as exciting events unfold. . .

Happy Easter to all!

I cannot live,
I can't breathe
Unless you do this with me.
~Angels & Airwaves

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Congratulations to Barrett and Natalia!
May your marriage be extremely blessed. . .
And now, funny Simon pictures. . .

Kinda looks like he's doing pilates. . .except not. . .

Ain't he cute?

(Leah, you're not allowed to comment.)

I had a great weekend in the other A-town. . .I'm so going to miss being able to go up there whenever I want. Sadness.

8 weeks.

Shout-out to the swankiest man I know: Happy Happy Birthday! As the Mayor, you're entitled to a rather large celebration in honor of your quarter-of-a-century years of life, you know. . .citizens of Swankytown, the time has come to get down and party!

Thursday, April 06, 2006


I've been a slacker with posting. . .not cool, Lorena, not cool.

Leah and I are officially hooked on Sex & the City. We've been renting each season one at a time since we never watched the show before. I think I want to name one of my daughters Charlotte. Oh, and I had a dream last night that Samantha and I had a cocktail together. It was fun.

I had my candidacy interview this past Saturday in which the synodical committee decided whether or not I would be a good pastoral candidate in the Lutheran Church. They said "yes." I am now officially Entranced. Sounds kinda funny. That interview was hard, man. Really hard. I had two hardcore theologians on my panel (one was a prof of mine in college) who asked tough questions. . .which is good, I like to be challenged. But hard. I'm glad they saw that, despite my struggles to answer their questions, I really do feel called to do this.

I'm going to the other A-town this weekend for the last time while I still live in TX. Sadness! My brother is married now, so all four (now five with the daughter-in-law!) kids will be home. Mom will be content. :) Em and I will of course have some BFF time, as well. Should be a good weekend. I wonder if it'll be warm enough to swim? I guess the more important question is if Mom and Dad have had their pools cleaned since winter. . .

Take care, all.

Choose the one who loves you more. . .