Deep Questions

I'm now in charge of cards and party at Hobby Lobby. I need to find a better paying job, but at least this will be interesting. It also includes cake decorating stuff, which will either be lots of fun or be the death of whatever spending money I might have.

Anyway, Here's a ponderous question for you: Why do people kiss? Having never dated anyone, and so kisses being limited to immediate family, and even that not much, I don't quite get it. Have you ever thought about how gross it might seem, especially if someone has bad breath or dips? Ewww! Ok, if you happen to have stumbled upon this blog and are reading this, even if it's months after I've written it, please post your ideas. A history of kissing, personal stories, theories, anything. Ready? Set? Ding!

Shock

I'm not really sure how we are supposed to respond, but it was announced this morning that my church's minister of music is resigning and moving to Atlanta, Georgia. I don't know if people in choir had some idea it was coming, but I know we in orchestra had no idea. He'll be leaving after July. It's kinda scary to think about, really. I don't have much conact with him, other than Chris, our orchestra director, telling us that something's changed since last we rehearsed it. That reminds me. If you are anywhere near Northwest Arkansas next Sunday you should come to our Summer Freedom Celebration, 9:15am. I alway enjoy playing the patriotic music. Anyway, Buster's been there...18 years, I believe. I've been there almost four. This makes two important people who've been there forever leaving in the last bit, as our secretary retired a couple of weeks ago. Gosh. Amazing how quickly things can change.

Feline Pine!!!

Yay! It's great to see someone comment. :) I doubt there's a perfect way to reach the lost, children or adults, and inevitibly some will come forward for the wrong reasons, but it's not for us to judge, only to reach out to others in whatever way God equips us to. I'm glad to be a part of a church that isn't afraid to do seemingly crazy things sometimes if it brings people who might not come to church otherwise.

My random comment for the day: Feline pine is great. I adopted my first indoor cat a few months ago, and have been using pine shavings which are processed into pellets. Having only limited experience with normal litter, I can't imagine it being better. This you can flush, AND the pine kills the odor. If I keep it scooped, I never have to completely empty the litter box. It's a little more expensive than normal kitty litter, but I think it's worth it for the flushability and odor-eating.

Learned something new today: I was on the Dean's List for this past spring semester. Woo hoo!!

I'm also anxiously awaiting my very own copy of la Sainte Bible, traduction de Louis Segond. I think that's the proper way of putting it. Anyway, as best as I can tell, it's the French equivalent of the English King James Version. I'd had no luck ordering one here, but a friend in Canada had no trouble finding one. Having studied French for four and a half years, I'd someday like to put my knowledge to good use. I have a Francais courrant version, which seems similar to our NIV, but it's falling apart, and I had really wanted a more standardly used translation.

Boggers unite! or something

I bravely, or perhaps rashly, posted to one of the many blogs out there discussing the Southern Baptist Convention and its recent presidental election. I was a bit frustrated with them misrepresenting my church. I disagree with many of them, but I like that people have started communicating outside their own churches. I'll jump in and discuss with the best of them and maybe things will get better in the denomination...or I'll get flamed. Who knows?

Anyway, here's my bit of insanity: I wanna teach. Why? Don't know. My only though is it's a God-planted seed, but I sure can't see the path right now. Anyway, I'm having trouble finding a job, I'm struggling with NWACC to get things processed on my degree, and afraid to apply to JBU until I know that's set straight. Meanwhile, I still have the heart of a scout. I was a Girl Scout from first grade through high school. I earned both my silver and gold awards, though the paperwork was lost, and so there's no official record of either. There's no record for any of my troop, or any of my service unit for several years around my high school graduation. Anyway, I would like to be a part of scouting again, but feel perhaps I should support a new girls scouting movement, American Heritage Girls. I would like to see my church sponsor a troop, but our children's minister is currently occupied with our new building and doesn't seem interested in such a notion. Also, if an AHG troop is started, I would not want boys left out, and so would also encourage the start of a Boy Scout troop. I always have and still do have a great respect for the Boy Scouts of America, have worked with them some since high school, and even joined Alpha Phi Omega my second year of college. My hope is that in the not too distant future I can see these things come to pass, or at the very least I am allowed to help with what we now call a children's connection group...or Sunday School class as most people call them.

To those who might stumble across my blog: Be not afraid to speak your mind, but be also not afraid to hear the minds of others. Be strong in your faith, but not so hardened to be blind to correction.

Philosophies of the clarinet player

So first if anyone doesn't know, my church's pastor ran for president of the Southern Baptist Convention and lost. I am a bit upset at how people have portrayed my church, but I'm not usually one to get into such arguments. It shows how many narrow-minded people there are, how easily numbers can be taken an any light one chooses, and how people can form opinions on too limited information. Anyway...

I now have a 1995 Buick Skylark, white with blue interior. I'm happy to have something that isn't a pile of junk, that's paid for, in my name, and has good insurance on it. :)

Now that I've been a member of my church's orchestra going nigh on four years, I've found that an experienced player can greatly benefit from being in such a small group. Being one of 35 clarinets in band growing up, I could rely on others to read through challenging music on the first or second try, allowing me to get it in my head and then play it myself. In this case, I've found I cannot rely on my fellows. There are generally at most four maybe five. I've been playing clarinet the second longest, and the other is now not at rehearsals, leaving me a bit of a mantle of leadership. People, if you're gonna play an instrument in a group, the best way to learn music is to ATTACK!!! Play it the first time, and if you mess up or get lost, maybe the director will hear and go over that section again. In the wise words of a former band director, paraphrased, "If your gonna make a mistake, make it loud." That's for REHEARSALS. In performances, if in doubt, leave it out. July 2nd, 9:15am is our Summer Freedom Celebration. I may end up with a solo by default, though my goal is to get everyone in the section playing those hard parts. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and so goes a group.

Gee, how'd it get to be 12:30am? *yawns* I blame my being up on the gentleman of 30 with whom I'd been discussing the Southern Baptist Convention. I wish everyone were willing to engage in such conversations. :) Be passionnate about your beliefs, but remember to give respect to those who disagree with you. We're all human, and someday you might be wrong. *gasp*