How is that moms know just the amount of subtle pouting to do to make you grudgingly ask the question, “Are you mad at me?” The interspersing of “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” “Is something wrong?” “No,” “Are you mad at me?” “No,” in our nonexistent conversations about drove me crazy tonight. I said something earlier that wasn’t even remotely offensive to her, and she apparently was a bit miffed about it. I hate it when she does this. And the hilarious thing is that I am sure she had such thoughts as these when SHE was my age, wondering why her mom had that look on her face. Moms across the ages have done this to their kids, and they’re not about to stop now. I can say all I want that I will “never do that to MY kids,” but I know I will. I already do this with my friends sometimes. The end is near. :plain: (Watch me as I unsuccessfully transition into the next topic!)
I went to the Church of the Crazy Preacher Who Might as well be Speaking Russian, AKA my grandma’s church, today. The entire family is forced to go there once a year to celebrate its homecoming because that’s where all of Grandma’s kids went when they were little. And every year, I sit through such wonderful songs (sung by albeit adorable children) with lyrics like, “…shoot him in the back with a gospel gun.” My dad almost loses it in laughter every year, when they sing that song. Most years, I have to stay for the church dinner (or lunch to you non-Southerners), but this year I had to WORK! My feelings while driving to work were an odd mixture of relief and sadness (the latter simply because I hate working..lol). AND don’t even get me started on how I had to leave that joke of a sermon early because he sounded like he was ready to yell for about an hour or more longer.
PLEASE let me give you an idea of this preacher - he is somethin’ else! He starts out quiet and slow and then rapidly builds into this frantic, full-bodied forte screeching, and he proceeds to present his message. But what’s so terrible is that he might as well be speaking a different language. It’s all just…noises and your brain eventually tunes it out. Now, I’m no reverend, but I don’t think that’s a very effective way of presenting a message. Instead of filling me with hope and comfort, he annoyed and sometimes even scared me a little with his yelling. I get more out of a message during church when the reverend presents it in a meek/mild manner, with intelligence, all the while entertaining us with wit. That’s why I love my church. :D (Let the transition time commence once more!)
So… I’m totally trying to think of some hip little layout for my clique, but I am drawing a blank. I figured out how to make those neat “web 2.0″ badges in Paint Shop, since my copy of Photoshop is only on my desktop (and I hate using the desktop); so that might play a part in the layout-making process. Who knows? :hehe: I want something small-ish and simplistic - nothing too grand for a clique that takes up even less space than this site, right? But anyway… I think it’s time for me to climb into my warm bed and read a book in which the transitional sentences between paragraphs are infinitely better than the ones in this blog.
