Saturday, February 29, 2020

Poop is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.

Can we all just agree that Poop is ridiculous?   Because it is.  Poop is 100% ridiculous!

It begins as small children - we call poop all kinds of weird names:
  • Poop
  • doo-doo
  • stinky
  • Number 2
  • Doodie
  • dookie
  • go potty
  • poo
  • poopie
  • ca-ca
  • make boom-boom
  • poo-poo
I'm a nurse, so in the medical field, we have devised all sorts of "clinical" methods of discussing this most delicate topic:
  • Bowel movement
  • fecal matter
  • excretion
  • solid waste
  • feculence
  • BM, stool
  • defecation 
  • feculent discharge
  • colon contents
  • diarrhea
  • code-brown 
  • IBS-D
  • Dyssentary 
If you are a farmer, then you have to deal with all KINDS of poop, so there are lots of farm-ish ways to mention barnyard poop: 
  • dung
  • manure
  • cow-flop
  • fertilizer
  • guano
  • cow-pies
  • meadow-muffin
  • droppings
  • yard cookies 
  • muck 
  • pellets 
  • plops
Then, there are the rude, middle-school-boy words to describe the results of this bodily function:
  • Sh*t
  • crap
  • turd
  • take a dump
  • butt-truffles
  • butt dumplings
  • rusty nuggets
  • keester cakes
  • sewer serpents
  • floaters
  • tootsie-rolls
  • fanny fudge
  • coil some rope
  • pop-a-squat
  • squeeze a steamer
  • baby ruth 
And then.....then there are the euphanisms.  Colorful words and phrases that ahve evolved (devolved??) over the years to indicate the intention to evacuate the bowels: 

Dropping the kids off at the pool
pinching a loaf
take the Browns to the Super Bowl
download a brown-load
stock the lake with brown trout
drop a deuce
paint the bowl
drop a troll in the dungeon
serve up a chocolate hotdog
punch a hole in the porcelain
take a bio-break
return my food rentals
rumple dumple
grow a brown tail
make a mud-pie
visit the turd flume
brown dog barkin at the backdoor
release a chocolate hostage
sacrifice to the sewer gods
drop some timber
bomb the oval office/drop a bomb
ride the porcelain pony 
busting a grumpy
building a log cabin 
playdough fun factory 
unloose the caboose
churn the dookey butter
drop some potatoes in the crockpot 
transanal meditation 
honk-out a dirtsnake 
morning constitutional
make a mess/mess yourself
do a jobby  
plop-tart

And then there are words/phrases to describe unpleasant poop situations:

Diarrhea:
  • Hershey Squirts 
  • poop soup
  • the runs
  • the squirts
  • the trots 
  • pour a cup of coffee
  • chocolate rain 
  • green apple quick-step
  • flood of mud
  • butt pukes
  • Montezuma's revenge 
  • gravy pants 

When Poop is still stuck after wiping:
  • dingleberries
  • Klingon around your anus 
  • Skid Marks 
  • hiney spider

And when you REALLY gotta go NOW:
  • prarrie doggin
  • photo-finish 




























Saturday, February 15, 2020

searching for a church

 3/31/2013

Right now, we are officially "between churches."  That doesn't mean that we're not attending church....that just means that we're searching for a church home.  We have visited literally dozens of churches in this area, but we have yet to find THE ONE.  We were so excited when we found out that we were moving to Nashville, because we thought it was be easy-peasy to find a church we'd love....after all, there's a church on just about every street corner here!!  We're living on the very buckle of the Bible-Belt....and yet, we are terribly disappointed to find that we can't seem to find a church that fits us. 

My scary-smart husband came up with the idea that someone should invent an app like "Urban Spoon" or "Trip Advisor" for churches.....where folks could preview their local churches with inforamtion like.........the style of worship services offered, the median age of regular attenders, whether or not they have a choir, small group activities, Sunday School classes, Nursery and children's activities, facilities, staff, style of preaching, denomination, hynmal use, the presense of an organ/piano in the sanctuary, missions and outreach programs, youth services, etc.....   What an AWESOME idea!!!  And what a blessing that would be!!! We have visited so many, many churches lately.....I have to admit that it would be good to know a few things up-front! 

We're looking for a church where 1.  We can serve and 2. Where we can be fed.  We want a church that believes in Jesus Christ as the one and only Lord and Savior.  We want a church that has a heart for reaching out....not merely entertaining it's members as we want to be "Fishers of Men" not "Keepers of an Aquarium."   We want to belong to a church that's inclusive and welcoming and is both racially and culturely diverse.  We want to belong to a church that is alive and active and engaged. 

Sadly, we've visited more than a dozen churches in a 30 mile radius from our house and we haven't found one where we feel we belong.  We've visited a few of the MEGA-churches.....beautiful facilities, programs galore, music that would make your head spin, multi-media messages and dynamic speakers.....but we left feeling cold and isolated.  It's difficult to explain how you can sit in a Worship Center with 10,000 other people and still feel so utterly lonely.  Sure, the greeters greeted us and handed us a bulliten when we walked in.  And during the obligatory "shake hands with those seated around you" time, your hands were shaken with polite but uninterested smiles.....but other than that........it was just terribly lonely.  Folks around us were gathered into little groups, laughing, greeting each other and making small-talk, but we were never felt included;  it was obviouis that we didn't belong.

My husband longs to worship and share his mesage in song.....but sadly, most of the churches here don't have choirs;  they have Praise Teams led by faux-hawked, goateed, cool and savy young musicians hoping to be discovered as major recording artists....because, afterall, this IS Nashville, TN.  Professional singers and musicians are a dime a dozen here and the talent is extraordinary.  Which is nice if you simply want to be entertained by a professional sounding music program.....but it can be a bit intimidating when you simply want to contribute to worship yourself. Of course, I believe that the worship leaders are offering a sacrafice of praise and that they should practice and offer up their best, unblemmished sacrafice.......but they don't all have to be professional musicians to the exclusion of the enthuastic lay-person.

We're not looking for a Rock-n-Roll church......but we also don't want to attend a church that sings nothing but funeral-sounding organ dirges (in unison) from a 1800's Hynmal either. A steady-diet of Southern Gospel music would cause us to break out in hives....but neither does every song have to be a spiffy chorus written by Chris Tomlin.  What about a balance? A mix? A mash-up of Worship Styles?  There is comfort in the familiarity of the old Hymns of the Faith.....there is excitement in an up-tempo song extolling God's grace too.  Throw in some Southern Gospel, a little Blue Grass, some folksy music, even Rap and a sprinkling of Orchestral praise for good measure and spice!  God created an entire, sweeping spectrum of music....and I think that every single note of it should be offered back to Him in praise!!!

I want to attend a church where God's word is the basis for the Pastor's messages.  I need to be fed the scriptures with practical applications for my life....because my life is difficult and I need regular spiritual nourrishment to survive.  I need to understand why I believe what I believe and be challenged in my thinking.  I need to be taught and have scriptures explained.  I don't need a spiritual cheerleader and I certainly don't want or need to be screamed at. 

We actually attended a church service once where the preacher ran from one side of the pulpit to the other on the stage.....and he'd stop, throw up his hands and yell "HOMOSEXUALS!"  and the congregation would go nuts.  Then he'd run to the other side and yell, "ADULTERERS!!" and they'd all hoot, holler and throw their hands up in the air.  Then he'd run back over to the other side and yell "DRUNKARDS!" and again, the crowd would cheer and stomp and carry-on.   As an on-looker, it was hard to even tell if they were "for 'em or agin 'em"  as the saying goes.  It was just pure emotionalism.  This I can do without.  I got nothing out of the 45 minute hollering session. 

We've also attended a church where the Pastor concluded every few words or  phrases with a grunting sound.....like   "God-ah-HUH! Loves-ah-HUH! You-ah-HUH!"  I was so bothered by all the unnecessary  "a-Huhs" that I couldn't pay attention to the meaning of anything else he was saying. I actually found myself counting the "a-Huhs" to keep from falling asleep.

We found one church that we liked well enough, so we tried out 5 different Sunday School classes in as many weeks, trying to find a small group where we could study and grow.  In 4 of the 5 classes, we were the only ones in class under the age of 60.....and in the other class, all the folks had preschool aged children.  There was no in-between.  We didn't fit in with either crowd and quickly started searching for another place to worship.

We attended one church for several months.......and after attending several Sunday School classes and Steve joined their choir.......we still didn't know any one in the church and felt adrift and lonely Sunday after Sunday.  We tried to attend events and functions, but felt isolated and awkward and like outsiders.  It was completely miserable. It was impossible to break into the cliques they had formed.  We gave up and moved on again.

We walked into one church in what was obviviously a very tight-knit community and actually overhead members saying in whispers that were too loud to be polite, "Who is THAT? Do you know them?  Are they some of your people? WHY are they HERE?"  Talk about not feeling welcomed!!  We felt conspicious and singled out.

In another church, we arrived early and I chose a seat near the front (as is my usual custom...if I sit further back, I tend to get distracted and not pay attention).  The church was only about 1/3rd full and there were hundreds of empty seats.  But I had OBVIOUSLY sat in someone's usual seat.  She counted the pews several times, looking progressivly sour and unhappy with each counting...and then she actually came over to me and informed me that I was sitting in her pew.  See, she had been attending that church for 30 years and had always sat in that pew  and she wasn't about to have a visitor come in and take her seat.  She actually told me that I was going to have to move and find somewhere else to sit.  At first, I thought she was kidding.  She wasn't.

In that same church, I also overhead some older ladies loudly talking about how they didn't like it when visitors came to their church....especially families with small children, as children were so often disruptive and messy and loud.

We attended another larger church for a while.....but found it also to be very superficial and cold. I got a lot out of the sermons...the Pastor was an excellent teacher, but we still felt like interlopers every Sunday.....filing in and out of the sanctuary with thousands of other people we didn't know and who didn't seem interested in getting to know us any better.  I tried introducing myself to people, trying to strike up a conversation, find some common ground.....force a friendship of some kind....but it fell flat and folks acted like I was bothering them. 

As church bodies, we really don't do a good job at reaching out.  I have been in church my whole life and know the jaragon and the program.....I know the words to the songs and the flow of the services and I still feel isolated and left-out.   Imagine how an unchurched "seeker" who comes in....searching for answers...must feel.  No wonder the world looks at us and shakes their heads.  We aren't welcoming to our own brothers and sisters......imagine how we must seem to outsiders new to the church!  It's heart-breaking.

Is it too much to ask to find a church that is welcoming?  A church that is loving?  A church who reaches out and welcomes and embraces people who are hurting and looking for answers?  Once we actually find a church to attend and become members.......I want to personally make it my mission to make people feel personally welcome and not just tolerated. 



















vacation

Have you ever visited a place so steeped in history that you could almost hear the voices of the past calling to you as you walked along the street?  I have that same overwhelming sense of the weight of history as I visited the ancient cities of Athens, Rome, and Kotor.  
For me to stop and think that the streets that I walked on were the same streets walked on by philosophers, artists, religious leaders, and scientists of old!   To see the house where a great composer stayed while composing famous symphonies….to see the galleries where Michaelango toiled on his sculptures and to see the frescos painted high on ceilings of the Sistine Chapel with my own eyes!!  To wonder how the man could hang suspended from the ceiling – flat on his back and create such masterful paintings is beyond my imagination!  But I have seen it!  
On this trip, I saw things that I have read about in books and learned about in history, literature, art, and science since I first started school.  I stood in the Piazzas where Galileo and Michangelo stood (and in the church where they were both buried!)  I stood and gazed across the Arno River at the very bridges they would have used to cross the water.   At the Vatican, I stood in front of what is considered to be the burial place of St. Peter and I basked in the peacefulness of the quiet chapel and I even touched the feet of the statue of St. Peter – the bronze worn smooth after centuries of the touch and kisses of worshipers from all walks of life.   The stained glass windows and the altars, the mosaics, the hushed expectation in each of the basilicas and chapels…..it was a feeling like none other I can share! 
I loved walking the narrow streets of the old towns.  I loved looking up into the windows – shutters thrown open to catch the warm afternoon breezes – no screens at all – the lacy white curtains billowing easily in the wind – the epitome of  my romantic dreams of how Italy should be!  The sounds of the women in the kitchens, the clank of dishes being washed in the sink, the gurgles and coos of babies playing just inside…the jazzy sounds of Italian music from radios and TV sets – all drifting down to the squares below.  The smells of various kitchens – mingling in the air with the scent of waffle  cones being made to hold gelato, the dark and fragrant coffee shops with their pastries and strong espresso, and the rich, buttery smell of the leather shops with their array of colorful bags and jackets on display. 
There is a faint musty smell – of humid warm air and of the river nearby…and of old books and old plaster and it just adds to the character of the city.   Busy housewives stopping at the vegetable and fruit stands to get fresh grapes and vegetables for their evening meal, bargaining for the best price.   Along a few of the narrow alley-ways, an accordion player or a fiddler would set up a chair or stool and serenade passers-by with songs.  There are sounds of laughter from children playing, sounds of all the tour-groups listening to their lecturers through their head-sets, and the sounds of the gypsies as they mingle through the crowds – pick-pocketing and begging for alms.   There were vendors everywhere as well – selling postcards, trinkets, toys, and the ever-present selfie-sticks.  The polica rode through on horseback from time to time, adding the clippity-clop song of the hooves on the cobblestones and the earthy-barn smell of the horses.   It all added up to the jovial cacophony of a busy city afternoon.  And it was marvelous!  And it took my breath away! 
Seeing the big monuments, the Cathedrals and Basicillicas and statues, and works of art was amazing and the stuff of my dreams. …..but what I think I enjoyed more was the glimpse into the every day lives of the local peoples.   I loved seeing their grocery stores. Their cafes.  Their cars and bicycles.  I loved seeing the farms along the roads in Tuscany – the fields of sunflowers drying in the sun, the grove after grove of silvery-sage olive trees, the neat, straight rows of the vineyards and the topsy-turvy  curvy roads up the mountainsides.  I loved seeing the plowed, brown fields filled with rich brown dirt, just ready for replanting and I loved seeing the green fields filled with white and black sheep that dotted the rolling hills. The farm houses – all square and mostly yellow or cream colored stucco with red tiled roofs.  Can you just imagine the picturesque courtyards of these houses – al fresco tables in the back garden set with fresh tomato and pasta dishes and flowing with the delicious red wines of Italy? What I wouldn’t give to spend a few weeks sitting around a family dinner table there…..drinking strong café and sipping table wine and sampling the worlds most delightful fresh foods! 
In Greece, there were fewer houses and far, far more urban apartment buildings – in a unique flat-white style with balconies  on almost every street we passed.  Our tour guide called them “Plaka” apartments.   The balconies were burgeoning with fruit trees, herbs, and flowering shrubs of every kind….like tiny apartment gardens!   I enjoyed riding around the city and seeing the old men sitting at outdoor coffee shops, sipping cups of strong coffee and reading newspapers or discussing the latest elections.  Again, I had a very strong sense of the past in Athens…..we climbed up the mountain to see the Acropolis and the Parthenon and from that great height, we were able to see the city, sprawling around the hillsides out to the sea on one side and up onto the mountainsides on the other sides.  It was really something to see.  I remembered a few passages from the Old Testament that talked about the idols being worshiped “In the High places”  and that certainly described the temple designed to worship Athena!!  But it was nothing but a shell – mostly crumbled marble and travertine ruins now….it was in the process of renovation and preservation – scaffolding and building implements everywhere…..but even so, you could tell what an impressive display it would have been back in the hey-day of ancient times.  Right below the mountain – in the shadow of the temples  is the giant rock where Paul is said to have stood to preach the Gospel to the people of Athens.  Closing my eyes – I can almost imagine hearing his strong voice – full of conviction and power, speaking the words of the New Testament that I memorized as a young girl!  How marvelous it must have been to sit and hear his messages!   
We saw the ruins of amphitheaters and coliseums and the maximus circus – all designed for the entertainment of the people.  We saw sporting areas – the site of the first modern Olympics and the very modern sports stadiums built for today’s soccer.  We saw the very spot that is exactly 26.2 miles from Marathon, Greece – marking the very first (You guessed it! Marathon races!) 
We saw government buildings, parliaments, city halls, and the tombs of the unknown soldiers – in both Roma and Athens.  We saw the honor-guards for each – much like we have in our own country in our Arlington National Cemetery. 
I will always remember the color of the sea, the sparkle of the sunshine on the water, the feel of the cooling breezes on my face, the myriads of green as we drove through the countryside and the specific charms of each town and city.  I have always heard that travel is one of the few things that we spend money on that actually makes us richer in the long-run.  I may have spent many Euros during this trip – but I am  oh, so much richer for the experiences!!!  I will bottle up all of my memories and remember them by the pictures I took and I will cherish each one in my heart.   Until next time – and I do hope there is a next time!!! Ciao!  

There are Places I remember.....all my Life.


There are places I remember...….all my life......

Places I have visited: 
Jerusalem

London

Loch Lomond, Scotland 

Luss, Scotland

Blarney Castle, Cork Ireland 

Invararey, Scotland

Liverpool, England

Guernsey, England

Antrim Coast, Northern Ireland

Kinsale, Ireland

Highlands, Scotland

Jericho, Israel 

En Gedi, Israel

Masada, Israel 

Megiddo, Israel 

Bethlehem, Palestine 

Progresso, Mexico

Cozumel

Aruba

Grenada

Grand Cayman

Megan’s Bay, St Thomas

Charlotte Amalie, St Thomas 

St. Marten

Jamaica

Green Turtle Cay, Abacos

Dominica

Barcelona, Spain 

Kotor, Montenegro

Athens, Greece

Kyoto, Japan

Hiroshima, Japan
Mt. Carmel, Israel 

New Orleans, LA 

San Francisco, CA

Sausalito, CA 

Napa Valley, CA

Seattle, WA 

Mt. Rainier, WA 

San Antonio, TX

Dallas, TX

Galveston, TX

Baton Rouge, LA

Myrtle Beach, SC

Surfside, SC

Savannah, GA

Hilton Head, SC

Sanibel, FL 

Captiva, FL

Cocoa Beach, FL

Sarasota, FL

New York City

Portland, Maine

Bar Harbor, Maine

Boston, Mass

Ogunquit. Maine

Kennebunkport, Maine

Sydney, Nova Scotia

St. John, Nova Scotia

St. Andrews, Nova Scotia

Prince Edward Island, Canada

Charlottetown, PEI

Quebec City, Quebec

Halifax, Canada

Le Havre, France

Marseilles, France

Florence, Italy

Rome, Italy

Pisa, Italy

Tuscany, Italy

Nagoya, Japan

Inuyama, Japan

Freeport, Bahamas 

Nassau, Bahamas 

Abacos, Bahamas 

Helen, GA

Dahlonega, GA

Chicago, IL 

Washington DC

Baltimore, MD

Huntsville, AL 

Memphis, TN

Little Rock, Arkansas

Atlanta, GA

Indianapolis, IL 

Philadelphia, PA 

Hershey, PA

Lancaster County, PA 

Amsterdam, Netherlands 

Nijmegen, Netherlands

Rudesheim, Germany

Eltvilla, Germany

Bonn, Germany

Mainz, Germany

Koln, Germany

Dusseldorf, Germany

Koblenz, Germany

Sydney, Australia

Wellington, NZ

Auckland, NZ

Tauranga, NZ

Akaroa, NZ

Pahia, NZ

Russell, NZ

Bay of Islands, NZ

Dunedin, NZ

Waiheke NZ







Revisiting the Bucket List 


Visit all Seven Continents
Visit the Redwood Forrests in California
Swim/Float in the Dead Sea
Ride in a Gondola in Italy
See the Aurora Borealis
See Mt. Rushmore
Ride an elephant 
Go on a Safari
Visit/bathe in a Geothermal Spa
Milk a Cow
Visit New York City
   Broadway Play
   Statue of Liberty
   Central Park
   Times Square

Have dinner at a Murder-Mystery Theater
Have dinner at Midevil Times
Visit France
  Eifel Tower
  Coffee at a Sidewalk Cafe
  Lourve
  Notre Dame
Visit Hershey Pennsyvlania
Visit Amish Country 
Ride in a Helicopter
Visit the Holyland
Grand Canyon
Niagra Falls
Ride on a Zipline
Go on a Sleigh ride with jinglebells!
Walk thru a Corn Maze
Ride in a Dune Buggy
Go Kyaking
Ride in a Hot Air Balloon
Ride in a stretch limosine
Go Parasailing
Ride one of those giant Ferris Wheels
Visit the Taj Mahal
See a Radio City Christmas show
Send a message in a bottle
Visit the Rainforrest

Ride in a fanboat in a swamp (like on Scooby Doo)
Learn how to Ski
Walk through a field of sunflowers
Have my potrait painted by a sidewalk artist
Go tubing down a river
Go for a horseback ride on a beach
See the Pyramids in Egypt
Visit Chile 
Ride a mechanical bull 
Visit Rio de Janerio
Get an "Extreme" make-over
Have a surprise party thrown for me
Visit European Castles
Write a Book
Visit Prince Edward Island
Visit the Florida Keys
Visit Hawaii
See the Tulip Fields in Holland
Visit Hawaii
Visit Alaska
Visit all 50 US states
Make French Macaroons
Visit Iceland
Smoke Marijuana
Attend a Murder Mystery show
Paddleboard
Go Sailing on a sailboat
get a small tattoo
go skinny dipping
see a show at the Globe Theater
Build a House
be served breakfast in bed
ride a Segway
plant a big garden
Adopt a Rescue Animal
Swim under a waterfall
learn to play piano 
Ride on a parade float