Okay, it's way past my bedtime already, but here I am. A couple of notes:
[To the King of Nothing: No, the following statement does not pertain to you.] Do you, dear reader, ever purport to simply drop in on someone unannounced, at night, and proceed to knock on their door and expect a warm welcome? I might ... MIGHT ... do that to Cindy, or to my mother, or to the King of Nothing and his royal court, but even then, I'd probably give them fair warning of my arrival. I am, after all, a polite and decent person. About two hours ago I had an unexpected guest show up at my door. She's a friend, someone I've known for a few years, and is someone who still attends the church I used to go to. I don't dislike her, truly; she's always been very kind and helpful. However, she has severe need-to-know issues, and I'm thinking that since it's probably been six months since I even saw her or spoke to her, there must've been some kind of burning need-to-know issue again. I'm pretty sure I know what it was, but I offered nothing of significance. In fact, I'm pretty sure I didn't tell her anything I wasn't sure she already knew, from other sources.
I really hate gossip. Could people please find some other topic of conversation besides me or my friend? We've moved on. So should you. There are lots of things you people don't need to know. Trust me on this one.
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I'm still delighted at the fact that I didn't get benched this week after all. Yes, I'm silly and self-absorbed. Deal with it, people.
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I *heart* little electric space heaters.
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Rick is finally beginning to get his voice back after having lost it last week. He loses his voice about once or twice a year due to a severe cold. He's got a sweet little Radar O'Reilly voice anyway, and this just makes it even more boyish.
I used to have a crush on Radar O'Reilly. I don't think I realized how much Rick reminds me of Radar until long after we were married, but it makes sense to me that I would've fallen in love with him.
Ways that my husband is like Radar O'Reilly:
...he is efficient, useful, helpful, and resourceful
...he's got a large, round head and wears glasses
...he's very nervous about intimacy with people of a female persuasion
...he's kind and tender to little creatures and understands them
...he cares about his family
...he's innocent, naive and childlike
...he's wise beyond his years
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I got an e-mail from my publisher. Because I'm under contract through a religious denominational publishing house, I can't officially "join" my new church. You see, to write curriculum for this company, they require their writers to actually be a member of their denomination. It's understandable, of course; doctrinal issues and the like.
My publisher e-mailed me the other day to ask me some questions, and one of them was about my current church affiliation. She's aware of the fact that we have resigned from the church, but that we haven't joined anywhere else yet, so I'm really not in violation of my contract. I told her that I was attending a non-denominational church, but that I hadn't joined it because of my contract. Then I asked her if I could join the new church after I finished writing the curriculum and had turned it in, or if I had to wait until it was published. She replied and asked me if it would be too difficult for me to wait until Labor Day to officially leave the denomination, since that's when the curriculum goes to press.
[sigh]
I suppose I can.
The kicker would be if the church had a policy of members-only as far as worship-team participation. I'm having so much fun and loving --LOVING-- being a part of this band, and it would be stinko-deluxe if I couldn't do it. I am SO thankful that that's not the case. I guess I'll be satisfied with what I've got and just leave it at that. I've got too much other stuff to think about and do. "Church membership" is not a phrase to be found in the Bible anyway. I belong to Jesus first and foremost, and that's good enough.
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Okay, enough. It's past my bed-time. Nitey nite.
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