Recently, I sent out a Facebook message: Did anyone have any suggestions for a great, gritty movie that the hubs and I could watch after we put the boys to bed? Hubby had had a rough week, you see, and sometimes we like to relieve stress by watching other people blow things up.
Several people recommended Inglorious Basterds, but when I went to Redbox that night, they didn’t have the Basterds movie. So, casting about for something similar, I selected Never Say Never, the Justin Bieber bio-pic.
Turns out, it isn’t similar at all. But I enjoyed it very much.
The next morning, while putting on makeup, I started wondering, because my brain will not stop jabbering for even a nanosecond: All this attention and adulation and hype – is The Bieber really so superior to me? I mean, how would we stack up, in a head to head contest?
So I started making a list…
(Today I am guest-posting over at The Five Stages – where I plan to indulge my fascination with pop-culture from time to time. Click here to read the rest of the story and to see my glamour pic, because when you visit Jenny’s site, you have to bring the glam.)
My new post over at All The Church Ladies shares about a time when fear and insecurity had such a stranglehold on me, they kept me from doing what I’d been trained for years to do, what I longed to do with all my heart.
Then, at a crucial moment in front of a thousand people, a friend pushed me out into thin air, and I found I could fly. And I was given one of the deepest joys of my life.
You can read the story by clicking here.
My post today over at All The Church Ladies talks about a visit Dan and I made to a little-bitty country church, a couple of Sundays ago. Which would have been a great opportunity for me to learn about some really interesting people. If I hadn’t been completely consumed with a couple of rampaging little boys. Oh well.
You can read about it by clicking here!
My post today over at All The Church Ladies is on the lighter side. I talk about how it’s a wonder I ever became a “lead worshipper” in churches, because when I was a kid, my pastor-Dad was totally a worship cop!
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My littlest and I were at the library for story time last Wednesday, and I had to return a movie, and the drop slots are right there by the “used books for sale” shelves, so it’s really not my fault.
Of course I had to sidle over, to see if there was anything interesting for sale.
Of course there was. There almost always is.
Within seconds, I found a book I wanted, but I didn’t buy it right away – give me some credit. After all, as I’ve mentioned, my to-be-read collection at home now encompasses nearly two shelves of a bookcase. You do not NEED another book, I scolded myself. You put a moratorium on yourself last week, remember?
So the boy and I went into the kid’s room, where they were doing a special program on the Chinese New Year, which involved them singing songs in Chinese, which I didn’t understand, which gave me plenty of time to think about the book waiting outside on the sale shelf. Continue reading