Unexplored Territory

Sunday, June 04, 2006

HEATHEN!

Here's Me.

Here's my church.

See where I am in relationship to my church? That would be me, not IN church.

Heathen.

But I didn't feel like going today. So there. I have to be there the next two weekends, singing up on stage. So there.

I decided to go to Meijer with the rest of the heathens. There's nothing quite like going in there on a Sunday morning ... you can tell who went to church, and who didn't. And then you start to feel guilty, as if you should be making excuses to those who were just starting in the produce aisle in their Sunday best, and we were already through the whole store by then. We checked out at noon. People were just coming in.

Yeah. So what. My Mom and Dad didn't go, either. They had no excuse. Except for nagging colds. But still ... no excuse. Did we have one? Well, if you count "I don't want to go" as an excuse, we had five of those. Ok, in all fairness, there were four of those excuses, and one excuse that sounded like "want go"

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...: I DIDN'T GO EITHER AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO HELP IN SS. THERE, DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL ANY BETTER? We heathen's need to hang together!
Seriously, missed you at dinner last night...wish I could have been there..
we'll catch up soon!; 7:52 AM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.