Extraordinary Faith for Everyday Life
I’ve been paying attention to how Southern my little girls and even husband talk. Here are a few that I can recall. I’ve tried to re-spell how they say it.
carntubull – comfortable. As in, “I can’t get carntubull”
stale – still. As in, “Be stale!”
dihent – didn’t. As in, “I dihent do it!”
wahent – wasn’t. As in, “It wahent me!”
Pretty bored over here working waiting on some jobs to run before the real fun begins. Had a little photo op with my camera a few minutes ago (see flickr). Too bad my camera stinks. Would have REALLY liked to have seen that picture of the cube in high-res. Geez, I need something to do.
First some good news:
Unfortunately the rest of the news I have for today is bad. Some very serious:
So band practice today…we actually learned a new song together! Yay! It went way smoother than I thought although it’s not nearly perfect. I’m still no singer and one of the guitarist is having an issue with the transition from the verse to the chorus but hey. We can get through it without stopping.
Had an interesting conversation with one of the guitarist though. There are 3 guitarist. One is basically the leader and was heavily involved in the youth group. One is my neighbor and went to camp with us this year but is heavily into being in the band and is a serious musician. The third is not so much part of the youth group, just a guy playing in our band. Well apparently he can be hard to get along with sometimes, trying to play too much rock and also trying to dominate everything. Well the other week I asked him to sing with me to help me figure out when to come in until I learned. He graciously agreed. But then last week when I had a couple key changes he mentioned it may be too high for him and also that he’d figure it out. Fine. Well tonight he says, “We’re going to have to figure out something about these keys, they are too high for me to sing.” I wanted to say, well, I’m sorry, the other keys are too low for me to sing so if you want me in this band, we need to sing them in this key. But what I said was, “Well, you and I are like me and St, we can’t sing the same key so if you can sing either the chorus or the verse, just come in then.” Trying to say just sing when you can basically. He says, “Well, I don’t want to be a backup singer. I only can sing when I project.” So I say, “Well, I don’t want you to be backup. I want you to project when you sing.” So I say, “Let’s just leave it like this for now since we’ve been practicing it like this and if you figure out something, we can talk about it next week.” So I’ve been invited to sing in the band but yet I’m not supposed to sing. And he is still playing guitar when he sings. It’s not like I can just stop singing and just play. I would just be standing there. He could play when he’s not singing. So why tell me “this is not working”. What does he want me to do? Just quit?
I took my neighbor home and he complained about him almost the whole way home. The bad part is the guy really does help me when he sings. I guess I’ll just ignore him for now and say something a little bit more forceful if it comes up again.
I found this comic strip on my cousin’s myspace. Most of the humor is too dark for me but I found this one hilarious. I have a bad habit of correcting people’s grammar mistakes. Scott can’t stand it.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
I mentioned I think yesterday I’ve been in a funk lately. I meant to mention how much good church did for me today. It was great studying for the lesson last night on consecration. A great reminder of how we are called to be set apart. Today was the first week teaching the 11th and 12th graders. It was nice to have some more mature students in the class and it was nice to hear all the “I miss you’s” from our previous students. The worship set and choir special went well and the choir lunch was nice after church. It all put me in a really good mood and things are looking up today.
Lately I’ve been in a funk of sorts. I think I need something to do. I’ve been spending alot of time online lately doing a whole lot of nothing. Adding a ton of blogs to read. Maybe hoping to find some new friends, not sure. At times, as busy as I stay, I feel lonely. I need a friend. Someone I can just sit and talk to about absolutely nothing. And I guess in a lot of ways that’s what I do here. And yet, this blog doesn’t give me a whole lot back. Actually, nothing I do online does. I’m not really part of an online community, usually just on the outside reading what everyone else is doing. And it’s no fault of my few readers, but I usually don’t get a lot of feedback. And that’s fine because I keep this blog for my own personal journaling. Very, very few people in my “real life” read this blog. And I’ve been struggling with that too. Debating giving it out to some of my closest friends hoping maybe to make our connection stronger by keeping up with each other more often. But then I’m pretty sure it will get out to the family. Not sure how I feel about that. Will this really be a place for me to vent at times if I know everyone in my life is reading it? But lately, I’ve felt the need to connect with people more and have seriously considered it. I don’t know what’s going on with me. But I do have that unsettled, not quite “full” feeling. I know my bible study has been lacking lately, especially since I’ve put our bible study on hold since helping out with the band. I know it’s no excuse, but it is a reason. Anyway, I don’t know what’s going on with me, but just wanted to get that out there.