He'd genuflect at a light pole if there was a cross piece on it.
Frank Peretti, The Visitation
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I tried this evening to cook with the no-bake pasta sauce. You know, put pasta in a pan, pour sauce and a can of water over it, bake at......for .....minutes. Yes. So I did that. But I have no parmesian cheese...and besides that, it just didn't work very well. The noodles are sticky, or crunchy. Maybe I should have used Penne instead of garden rotinelli. Doughy, that's what it is -- doughy. Like eating uncooked pasta with sauce. Why am I still eating it? Because it took almost an hour when all's said and done, and I'd rather eat the crap I've made than make more crap. Come to think of it, the sauce sucks too. But it's nutrition dang it!
All of which I've actually said at one point or another
10.Aren't I already perfect?
9.But I'm better than her over there!
8.But I'm in church every sunday!
7.But I read books about the Bible, doesn't that count?
6.Surely I'm good enough without you!
5.Can't we just leave Jesus out of this?
4.I'll just do my own thing
3. But I'm keeping up my end of the bargain!
2. My friends will think less of me!
1. Surely you don't expect me to believe that!
Today I was Baptist. I officially ended my St. Alban's career last sunday -- and it ended on a high note...literally. Now I'm on Sunday number three of my church search (having been given two sundays off to start looking before Easter). A few weeks ago I went to the Reformed Presbyterian Church --- thinking I would go back to my "roots." (such as they are). I'll have to go back again. They had a guest speaker who was a young post-semenarian, and his sermon was a bit fuzzy. Not presbyterian at all -- the points weren't clearly defined with a clever story apiece.
So today I was Baptist. I went back to the church I went to on accident one day because I had skipped my own after spring break. I liked the sermon today -- there were 5 points, not as clear as a Presbyterian's would be, but still discernable. I found the emphasis on Christ above all to be refreshing. I found the emphasis on personal devotions very nice (coming from a church where the layreaders don't know where 2nd Peter is). And the friendliness can't be compared to any church I've ever been to. I met a lady today named .... no really .... Cookie. She was one of the people passing out visitor booklets with imformation on the church and a card to put on the offering so they knew you were there. I sat next to her during the service -- and she made sure I met all the people involved in teaching the young adult bible study. We'll see about this one! Its kind of fun to be visiting!
1.Pedicures and Manicures -- especially if parafin wax is involved.
2.Coconut and Mango Lotion that I had made at a specialty shop in California -- heavy on the Coconut
3. Indecence by Organza by Givinchy -- my only scent!
4.Oil of Olay Moisturizer
5.Clove and Evergreen Epervescent Bath Ball
6.Lash enhancing Mascara...almost any variety! Except the Gloopy ones that give you "tarantula eyes."
7.Wearing socks to bed full of lotion.
8.Caress Silkening Body Lotion -- spring Blush Scent.
9.Bath and Body Works "Sweet Pea" lotion....there are a lot of lotions on this list!
10. Yankee Candles ... the best scents are French Vanilla, Buttercream and Macintosh Apple.
11.My Cinnamon Candles hand made in a specialty shop in Calvert Texas -- actually smells like Red Hots.
Did I mention that I just want this year to end? School is out in less than two weeks. TWO WEEKS! I only have two finals -- one of my classes has a final project due....but that's about it. I only have to orchestrate a piano piece for full orchestra -- very complicated, but as long as I get my transpositions correct (darn clarinets) it should be easy sailing. I'm off! Talk to you guys all later!
He was very easy to talk to. Confident, well dressed, handsome in a conservative way. He did want to know what I thought of inter-racial dating. I wasn't aware he was from another planet, although that would be pretty cool. Obviously I was there, wasn't I? He's a Christian -- Church of Christ background. HIs mother owned an antiques shop, he has a huge family. He thinks I'm exotic. To a banker I guess I would be...or at least my profession would be. i'm pretty stodgy in my "old age." Anyway. We have a rain check to go out again, but it's going to have to wait until after Easter since I have a million church services between now and then. I'll write more as I think of it -- but surely that will hold you guys off for a day or two!!!! I'll try to post again before my Easter mania!
I spent the whole day before resting and getting my hair done. I got dressed, manufactured hair ornaments to match my gown, and then put on my ever so elegant makeup....then I headed an hour early to the recital hall to chill out and warm up. Suprisingly I wasn't nervous. I mean, I was right before I walked onstage, and for a minute or two the hour before, but really I didn't have any sort of stage fright. It was surreal really -- standing backstage thinking "am I really doing this? Well, I'm dressed up so I must be." The only thing that gave it away to myself that I might be nervous was when I walked onstage and curtseyed. My legs almost gave out. That was when I discovered that I should have practiced bowing and walking in my dress. I almost tripped on the train on my way out, and then the skirt was a little tight so bowing was a little bid difficult. Especially with my legs shaking. Thank God I'm a woman and can hide it under a dress. Guys are screwed in this department. If their legs shake it shows.
The first song was Quia Respexit from Bach's Magnificat. It went very well. My accompanist gave me some cause for worry when he started the introduction out of tempt -- but it all was fixed by the time I started singing. He took it very very slow!
Next came my italian set. I got to act on those pieces -- makes it quite a bit more fun! I had one total panic moment as he started the sixth piece. I couldn't remember where I was in the set of songs. Luckily I remembered just as I opened my mouth to sing. Its a strange phenominon for singers. We'll totally blank out and then open our mouths and SOMEHOW the words are there. So then it was intermission. After intermission was my German song set by assorted composers. It went very very very well. I even heard a brava from the audience at the end. (5 hours has now elapsed from the time I started this post until returning to complete it...) So anyway....My French song set ended my recital. Everything went marvelously. The audience loved it when I showed a bit of ankle in one song. Spur of the moment, but it went over well. Then for my last piece was the hard as all get out French piece -- fast beyond all imagining with an interpolated high E at the end (for those of you who have heard Phantom of the opera, the high note there is also an E). I made it through, remembered all the words, and hit the high E. Very good I thought. I got plenty of positive feedback, much having to do with the jewelry my grandmother was kind enough to bring me from California at the last second. Afterwards the whole slew of us went out to dinner to celebrate!
PS. I hate having friends who are perfectly content to watch the sex call in show when I'm part of the party and they know I'd rather not. So once again here I am at home having beat a hasty retreat at the advent of a discussion on anatomy and certain unpleasant odors associated with various body parts....lovely. So worth our time. Amazingly though, I turn off my Christian radio station when I get in the car so as not to offend them...why does it not go both ways do you think? Sorry, I'm in an abominably bad mood tonight. I have just finished watching Bridget Jones Diary -- arguably one of the most depressing movies in the world for a single girl. Somehow I doubt that Colin Firth (Or better, a Mr. Darcy of sorts) is going to come around the corner and fall madly in love with me as I make an utter fool of my self. Likely story. I'll see you when I'm in a better mood.