conversation

Roxy (the sassy one): Something's up. Whaddya think?

Maddie (the wise one): Most definitely. I know the signs.

Roxy: She's got that look on her face...

Maddie: I saw the suitcase come out of the closet.

Roxy: Oh no! Tell me you didn't! Was it the little one or the big one?

Maddie: The big one.

Roxy: The big one! I HATE it when she drags out the big one. That means she's going to be gone at least 5 days. Maybe 6.  Maybe even 2 weeks. Or MORE? This is gonna be rrruuufff!

Maddie: And she's not talking much. That means she's thinking. Which means she has a lot to do. We're in trouble.

Roxy: Stop her, you know you can, you're smart n all, you always know what to do, c'mon you have to stop her, let's chew holes in her suitcase, lay in front of the door and trip her and then she can't go, and help me, why are you just sitting there, we're gonna have to do something, we will be so alone for God only knows how long, and this just isn't right, oh somebody help...

Maddie: I have another idea. Let's just get right in front of her face and stare at her all sad-like and then maybe she will change her mind...

Parson's Wife: "Hello? Yes, I'm calling to cancel my flight..."

hacuna matata

It's really a terrible place to build a nest.

It's in the top of the ficus tree (which is not being tended and looks like it has been on a 40-day fast).  The tree is on the patio, right outside the Bedroom Door.  There is Coming and Going at all hours of the Day and Night because the Golden and the Schnauzer count it a badge of honor to see who can ask to get in and get out the most times in one day.

But the ficus is where Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal chose to establish the homestead.

They worked for two days on the nest.  I'm assuming there is a Hotel in the pecan tree or perhaps the fig tree because I would hear them talking to each other while on Break and when they weren't working.

When the Babies come, there will need to be Much Prayer go up, because the Golden has been known to Lose her Religion and fall off the wagon when it comes to Baby Birds.  They are just too much of a Temptation.

But, regardless...the Nest is there.  And Mrs. Cardinal just blinks at me in a bored sort of way when I walk right up to it and stare her in the eye.

She must go to Poombah and Timone's church.  And she has not yet experienced the fact that the Golden and the Schnauzer are as Roaring Lions, seeking...

sanctuary...

It hangs by the coffee pot. I say a thankful prayer every morning.

has it really been that long?

Well, my.

I have aged another year since the last post!

My dogs have aged, my kids have aged, my house has fallen into another year's disrepair, the Parson has aged...

There is another crack in the pool, and the front flower beds are looking a little seedy.  The dust is in the cracks of the handles of the flower pots. Why has nobody fixed that? I sneeze when I enter the laundry room.  Every time. Is there not a Cause? Does nobody care?

The furniture is even still arranged the same way! Well, that does it! That's the final straw! Something has to give!!!

The Golden speaks for us all:

i am rich

And that assessment is not in comparison to anybody.  I just am.  Period.

I have one brother whom I adore. Always have. After staying single for 40 years, he got married about four years age to the one who was born to be in our family.

My dad died 18 years ago and my mom has since devoted her life to my brother and me and my family.

We're tight.

But getting married and building a home and raising a family and pastoring a church and homeschooling and traveling extensively take an amazing amount of time and energy and many times our connections are limited to once a month suppers or days where it's just phone conversations.  My mom lives 8/10s of a mile from my house and my brother only lives about 3 miles, but we can go days...weeks?...without seeing each other.

That is just flat out wrong.

So, Mardi Gras gave my brother a day off this past Tuesday and he gifted it to my mom and me.  Just the three of us.  From can until can't, doing what we wanted, rambling around the countryside.

A dear friend on Facebook knows us all too well and asked what we talked about all day.  As I typed my response to her, I was reminded again that few people experience this much love in their life and I am grateful.

My response:

Ha!  I KNEW you wanted to come! :-)


We talked about "Radical" (Kenny's reading that) and "Slave" (I just finished) and "Splashdown" (John Wolfram's book).


And we talked about heaven and then we talked about where the dead are.  Lots of opinion on that one.


Then we talked about how dead outlet malls are getting and how stupid Mardi Gras is and how thankful we are we were doing what we were doing. (several times).


Then we looked for the old Indian Creek swimming hole and almost found it and then got out and took pics of a forgotten creek by Mom's old homeplace in the rain.

And they had Shipley's but I didn't cause I'm good.


And a couple of other things that I won't put on Facebook.


And then we had Mexican food, and rode the back roads all day til dark.


And it was a perfectly fabulous day.


I am rich.

If you have love in your life, you are rich.

the parson strikes again

He really is the coolest man.

The Hawaiian Christmas ornament from last year's 25th anniversary trip was broken first thing when decorating the tree this past year.

Valentine's Day, 2011 didn't even exist at theparsonshouse because we were all frantically trying to close the suitcases and hop on the plane at 4:30 am the next morning.

So...on our stopover in Honolulu...when I was exhausted and didn't even want to leave the room to eat...and The Parson's Son was in need of some jump/scream/yell/letoffsteam time...off they went to explore the Strip for awhile.

And when they came back, I got this.

Happy Valentine's Day 'cause your 25th Anniversary Hawaiian Christmas ornament was broken and I love you.

So there.  See if you can top that!

jet lag

Traveling overseas ain't no piece of cake!

Jet lag is a real deal.  If you have never traveled overseas (especially going west...that's by far the worst!) then you just have no way of knowing how debilitating it really can be.

It's not a sleep issue.  It's a body thing.  Like you are in the room, but your body's not.  And then, around mid-afternoon somebody pulls the plug and lets all the air out of your arms and legs and you are like those balloon people that fly around on car lots going every which way. (Which, by the way, I have never understood. And just HOW is that supposed to want to make me buy a car from your dealership?) But back to jet lag...

So, I know it's a real deal.  I've been up since 4:28 a.m., tired as all get out and wanting to say God woke me up to pray and I responded, but deep down I know that it's really jet lag and so do you.

So, it's a real deal.  BUT...you knew there was a but...I am sincerely amazed at how extensive and powerful jet lag really is.

For example:

Them:  Mom, could you iron my shirt?
Me:  Why me? Why don't you iron it?
Them:  I have jet lag.

Me: Did you feed the dogs?
Them:  No.
Me:  Why?
Them:  I have jet lag.

Me:  Where are my glasses?
Them:  I'll help you look.  Here they are!  In the refrigerator! Why did you put them there?
Me:  I have jet lag.

Me:  I've told you not to text in church.  Put the phone up.
Them:  But Mom...(whine)...I have jet lag!

Me: I'm freezing! Who turned the heat down in here?
Them:  I did.
Me:  Why?
Them:  I have jet lag.

Them:  This soup is too salty.
Me:  That's because I have jet lag.

Headlines in morning newspaper:
"Members of local minister's home found dead sitting in upright positions due to jet lag."