An ongoing, eclectic commentary on Unitarian Universalism, after retirement from active ministry--as I see it, practice it, and love it, with sidebars on life, love and the pursuit of happiness.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Oh great!
No wonder I've been getting a lot of search hits looking for Miss Kitty. They just busted a brothel south of Seattle and the madam advertises as Miss Kitty on Craigslist. Terrific. It's not me!
How funny. But, you know, anyone who casually skims your blog could get the idea you run a cat house! I mean, you even have pics of Loosy, Lily & Maxie on the blog... (I know that's bad, but it's all I've got this early in the a.m.)
ROFL! Um, right now? "Reading Early Christian Literature" (aka: reading the gospels and the books that didn't get in).
But I'm afraid that while I suspect my classmates would -- at least some of them -- approve my wit, that observation feels like something I'd have said before I even knew I was heading into ministry.
Now, if I wanted an excuse, I'd point out that I fell down the stairs on Monday night (nothing actually broken... it just feels like it) and have been in a pain/naproxin/vicodin haze since then. But most of my good friends and my spouse would affirm that there's no excuse for me. So I won't try that. I'll just lever my aching body upright (ow, ow, ow), glad that I can do that (couldn't on Tuesday) and go visit the tiny kitten that moved in with us yesterday (my birthday), fulfilling Younger Son's years-long wish. Cute little fiend needs a name (the cat, not the kid) still. I've been urging him to take time and get to know the beast first... but my off the cuff remark, calling it (he, we think) a "goblin" is currently popular.
Ok, I'll go to my room now. Can I come back out for more drugs later?
Ms. K., my seminary classmates have some of the most twisted, sick senses of humor I've had the pleasure to enjoy. I only wish I'd thought of ogre's remark!
Of course, if you find yourself landing in a congenial UUMA chapter, you will find no end of places to let fly with such remarks. You might try us out here in the PNWD. We are renowned for our good times.
ms. kitty, I think that the PSWD looks to be a pretty safe place for those of bent mind, too... at least from a couple of the ministers I've known enough....
As for back to work... every time I get enough numb to read scriptures, I find I can't corral enough neurons to formulate a meaningful or coherent thought about what I think.... The higher faculties go, but the pain remains (largely). Vicodin is greatly overrated; I'm so disappointed.
It's clearly my week for insult being added to injury--the treatment for TMJ resulted in several unpalatable options for long term resolution. So I'm back in braces after 35 years, and the dentist is out of town now until Tuesday, and there's a wire that's trying to turn a part of my tongue to hamburger....
The kitten passed muster at the vet's--not even worms (yay!). He's pretty social (good thing) and bold; he's climbing steps (yes those steps. Not leaping up them, he's too small and not yet developed. He's standing, getting a grip on the step above and clambering up....
Life consists of eating very carefully (up-side--weight loss should be easy for a few days here...), dozing, reading scriptures that I'm not at all confident I'll remember (what do you mean the Beatitudes don't include "take one ever 4-6 hours"?), and watching a kitten explore and nap.
I hope the prof is appreciative of the Revelation of Hydrocodone....
I suspect that one can get away with a fair bit, even after trimming one's sails ministerially. One just needs to be... judicious. After all, this is what double entendre is designed for--being able to say two things in polite company and insist that you only really mean the obvious one....
Gosh, Ogre, I hope your injuries heal soon and that before long, you're feeling much, much better. Except I hope you keep whatever accelerated wit that the Vicodin has provided. You're too funny!
Geez, ogre. All that pain and nothing's broken? Yikes. My dh fell down the stairs and broke his ankle several years ago - so I have sympathy. Try not to trip over the new kitten, 'kay? And tell the prof you're under the influence of heavy pharmaceuticals.
Good grief, thirteen comments on a two-line post! You people need to get back to your studies!
Um, Ms. Kitty? Seven of those comments are yours... ;-)
Between my two earlier comments I did a week's worth of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, wrote most of a summary project for a class, and picked up my daughter from track practice. (going to my room, now...)
When you get this kind of attention, on purpose or not, you should take advantage of it. Research the news story, and do a post about the story -- put a UU slant on it, and otherwise make it relevant, but use the free publicity to grab some eyeballs when you can.
19 comments:
And I thought religious leadership was the oldest profession!
Hey, Babe ... Evangelism! However they come to us! :)
This really gave me a great guffaw. The Husband, too.
Jeez, and I thought I had a positive attitude. Thanks, LE.
How funny. But, you know, anyone who casually skims your blog could get the idea you run a cat house! I mean, you even have pics of Loosy, Lily & Maxie on the blog... (I know that's bad, but it's all I've got this early in the a.m.)
Omigosh, EB, you're right! Acccckkk! Thanks to both Scott and you for your quippy remarks.
Well... yeah. I mean isn't ministry about offering comfort...?
Ogre! Go to your room!
What are you people learning in seminary these days?
ROFL! Um, right now? "Reading Early Christian Literature" (aka: reading the gospels and the books that didn't get in).
But I'm afraid that while I suspect my classmates would -- at least some of them -- approve my wit, that observation feels like something I'd have said before I even knew I was heading into ministry.
Now, if I wanted an excuse, I'd point out that I fell down the stairs on Monday night (nothing actually broken... it just feels like it) and have been in a pain/naproxin/vicodin haze since then. But most of my good friends and my spouse would affirm that there's no excuse for me. So I won't try that. I'll just lever my aching body upright (ow, ow, ow), glad that I can do that (couldn't on Tuesday) and go visit the tiny kitten that moved in with us yesterday (my birthday), fulfilling Younger Son's years-long wish. Cute little fiend needs a name (the cat, not the kid) still. I've been urging him to take time and get to know the beast first... but my off the cuff remark, calling it (he, we think) a "goblin" is currently popular.
Ok, I'll go to my room now. Can I come back out for more drugs later?
You poor man. Go take a nap, come back when you need more analgesics!
Ms. K., my seminary classmates have some of the most twisted, sick senses of humor I've had the pleasure to enjoy. I only wish I'd thought of ogre's remark!
Well, get your kicks now, before you get into a parish and have to throttle back!
Of course, if you find yourself landing in a congenial UUMA chapter, you will find no end of places to let fly with such remarks. You might try us out here in the PNWD. We are renowned for our good times.
Good grief, thirteen comments on a two-line post! You people need to get back to your studies!
ms. kitty, I think that the PSWD looks to be a pretty safe place for those of bent mind, too... at least from a couple of the ministers I've known enough....
As for back to work... every time I get enough numb to read scriptures, I find I can't corral enough neurons to formulate a meaningful or coherent thought about what I think.... The higher faculties go, but the pain remains (largely). Vicodin is greatly overrated; I'm so disappointed.
It's clearly my week for insult being added to injury--the treatment for TMJ resulted in several unpalatable options for long term resolution. So I'm back in braces after 35 years, and the dentist is out of town now until Tuesday, and there's a wire that's trying to turn a part of my tongue to hamburger....
The kitten passed muster at the vet's--not even worms (yay!). He's pretty social (good thing) and bold; he's climbing steps (yes those steps. Not leaping up them, he's too small and not yet developed. He's standing, getting a grip on the step above and clambering up....
Life consists of eating very carefully (up-side--weight loss should be easy for a few days here...), dozing, reading scriptures that I'm not at all confident I'll remember (what do you mean the Beatitudes don't include "take one ever 4-6 hours"?), and watching a kitten explore and nap.
I hope the prof is appreciative of the Revelation of Hydrocodone....
I suspect that one can get away with a fair bit, even after trimming one's sails ministerially. One just needs to be... judicious. After all, this is what double entendre is designed for--being able to say two things in polite company and insist that you only really mean the obvious one....
Gosh, Ogre, I hope your injuries heal soon and that before long, you're feeling much, much better. Except I hope you keep whatever accelerated wit that the Vicodin has provided. You're too funny!
Geez, ogre. All that pain and nothing's broken? Yikes. My dh fell down the stairs and broke his ankle several years ago - so I have sympathy. Try not to trip over the new kitten, 'kay? And tell the prof you're under the influence of heavy pharmaceuticals.
Good grief, thirteen comments on a two-line post! You people need to get back to your studies!
Um, Ms. Kitty? Seven of those comments are yours... ;-)
Between my two earlier comments I did a week's worth of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, wrote most of a summary project for a class, and picked up my daughter from track practice. (going to my room, now...)
Ms. Kitty,
When you get this kind of attention, on purpose or not, you should take advantage of it. Research the news story, and do a post about the story -- put a UU slant on it, and otherwise make it relevant, but use the free publicity to grab some eyeballs when you can.
I know it, I know it, EB, don't rub it in!
And Dan, that's a great idea. Thanks.
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