What's Up With That Steeple?

Weekend has been buzzing by, there were things I had planned on doing that I didn't get to take care of such as picking up some things from my Sister's house (sorry Vick! If you are inclined to give me another chance then perhaps this Friday or Saturday? Don't look at me like that, I'll make good I swear!)

With the time change, and the days being shorter, I think this last week has really thrown me for a loop... Not to mention the low-energy bit. But I am feeling a bit more perky today. Perhaps it is because I did a good deed. I went to church with my Mother and performed a song for her, basically I wanted to give her a lift because she's seemed so down the last few days. She won't admit it, but I could hear it in her voice. So since she'd been begging me to come play piano and do a special song for so long, I thought it might lift her spirits. It seemed to help.

Most everyone realizes that I am not a fan of organized religions, or the way things seem to go in most churches. I have a spirituality, and I live my life according to the things that I feel are right, or try to for the most part. I am who I am, and you are who you are, so let's leave it at that, and no tattling on me either, mm'kay?

But I wondered to myself as I sat there on the bench alongside Mom, if Hell was warming up its broilers just for me as I sat there and slapped myself for envisioning phallic symbols in a particularly 'interesting looking' set of crosses they had hanging on the wall. I snickered to myself, as I wondered just how demented that made me in the world of "normal" or righteous people... It doesn't really bother me, but of course I do not want Mom to know (winks).

Sometimes I need to feel free to blog about something (get stuff off my chest) without knowing it's gonna get me busted or lectured. :) Yeah, I know, go back to private journaling, right? Well, I like blogging, so I like to write freely. Yeah I still have to hold back sometimes on here, and I also have a private blog if I really feel like venting. Not that I don't trust my (blog) family, but sometimes things can slip out, when someone would prefer them not to. I'm sure that there are things that you would rather not have discussed as well, so let's just agree to respect one another's needs here... how does that sound?

I like it myself...

So I did a good deed today, and even though I really don't enjoy traditional southern baptist music, and not many of them can carry much of a tune, I got a good feeling from doing something nice, so I am pleased in that regard.

In local weather, we experienced quite a chill this weekend, Richie and I decided to play camping again, and pitched our tent, too close within earshot mind you of Mom's rooster, so he began his morning wake-up ritual before the sun even came up... and we had quite a frost, so the tent was a 'chilling' experience to say the least.


It's always to the extreme with us, either frying like bacon in the heat of summer when I mistakenly point our open tent window to the east (like an idiot), or waking up to frozen eyebrows and zealous roosters before dawn.

Where's the middle?

Have a great week Chicks and Cocks!