OK… the plan to blog for NPF fell through (though I did send them a donation as a conciliatory gesture) so the plan now is to blog for Lutheran World Relief if I get their blessing. My schtick will be Lutheran Alphabytes so I’m starting to collect Lutheran topic ideas that start with each letter of the alphabet. (If you have any, by all means leave them in the comments.)
Sign-ups start on July 1st and I’ll let y’all know when I can start accepting pledges.
Now to be a good Jen and get the translations done for them…
Oh yeah… my list so far is under the cut.
We ended up not going to Great Falls yesterday, so I got to sleep in and chill and crochet.Â? I’m currently making 7-inch squares with my scrap yarn for afghans for Afghans since I don’t have any major crocheting projects or presents coming up.Â? (Well… I ordered yarn for a baby blanket but it hasn’t arrived yet.) Making the squares has been nice — it’s one of those things I can just sit and do sort of mindlessly and I end up feeling like I’ve made progress as I get 2-4 a day done.Â? Today, I’ve had a little monster curled up next to me pretending to be a sweet cat.Â? She took a nap with me this afternoon (I’ve been exposed to influenza, so I’m kind of letting my body dictate what it wants to do until I can get tested on Friday), she snuggled with Jon, and she sat and was my stressball when I was crocheting earlier.Â? Yesterday, she was burrowing under the comforter on the couch and making little caves.Â? Silly gremlin!
I watched the marathon of The Biggest Loser that BRAVO had on yesterday and got caught up on the episodes that I missed because of travelling or whatever.Â? I have to say… I am soooo impressed with Pete, the guy who won the $100,000 from the Biggest Loser Club (or whatever the thing is called).Â? On the episode where he had to pick the teams, he chose based on who would help each person the most when he could have easily stacked it so that he’d win.Â? The way he explained it was also wonderful as was the scene with him and his wife.Â? He’s one of the characters I actually liked on the show — for the most part, the really nasty people got voted off early, unlike last season where Lisa lasted WAAAAAAAY too long on there!
Such is my life.Â? Other than crocheting and watching TV, I went to breakfast with Jon and the other pastors today and then went to the crafting group that meets on Tuesday with various community people.Â? (It’s kind of become a tradition on Tuesdays for me.)Â? There were quite a few people there this morning and I got a couple squares done while there and found out what a Montana Mud is.Â? (It’s Coke, Irish Cream syrup, and milk.Â? It would actually be pretty decent made with diet Coke or Pepsi since it’s a little too sweet with the real thing.)
I’m pretty darn proud of my journal so here are the pics of it:
I need to put some Mod Podge over the collage so that it stays put; but I think it looks pretty darn cool considering that I’m not an artsy person.
I’m doing this on LJ this year.Â? I think it’s a neat idea and I will be looking for a journal tomorrow as I head to Shelby for some other things.Â? 🙂
If you’d like to participate, get an LJ account (if nothing else, you can read my rantings as well as the things those participating have to say) and sign up by midnight on January 1st!
My activity of choice lately (mostly because I can’t do both it and eat at the same time) has been to make squares that will eventually become a blanket of some kind for afghans for Afghans. Because of this, I’ve been pondering some of the articles I’ve read about the crocheting/knitting boom and they caused this rant to formulate in my head.
A year or two ago, I read something about how knitting (and crocheting) has become the “new feminist thing”. At the time, it really irritated me because my crocheting is a stress release and occasionally an inexpensive way to deal with what to give people for birthdays, HannuKwanzaMas, weddings, baby showers, and all that. For some odd reason, there seems to be this drive to reclaim anything women do as “feminist” and re-author the myths that women are subservient for doing these things.
One of the reasons I’ve stopped blogging about faith and politics lately is that I can’t escape being told that I’m either too feminist or not feminist enough when I air my views. My denomination’s hierarchy and voicebox are both very much to the left of where I am and one thing I’m grateful for not having to think about any more is the feminist conception of God and how that relates to me. I am made in the image of God — just because I happen to conceive of a Fatherly-type God does not mean that I have any problem with my femininity or that I am a hypocrite because I don’t envision God having ovaries. My God is not on the same existential plane as me which means that God can have both male and female attributes and still be able to create things beautifully. (This is in response to an argument I read in some evil feminist book I was forced to read for seminary where the author talked about how God had to be female because the world was conceived and only a woman could conceive the world as men are too destructive to create things of beauty. Said book is in the “when the heat fails” box in case Jon and I ever need to burn someting to stay warm.)
This is also the reason I’ve not really pushed to head back to academia. Any seminary that would let me do my thing would be a place that would be too far left of my theology. I do want to eventually get my Masters in something (I’m leaning toward Counselling at the moment) but at the same time, I really want to get out of an environment where feminist rhetoric is pushed at me — I see men and women as equal and in a lot of ways, having the feminist anger shoved down my throat is promoting the role of women over men. I’m part of a church that ordains women — I’m chill with that as it’s as far as I think things need to go. I do not need to ponder the gender-specific term for a female pastor nor do I seek to promote women in the church over men who are just as capable — I’d rather see the best candidate have the office in both the larger Church body and the parish than have it given to a woman so that the gender balance is equal.
I call myself a feminist because I believe that surprising notion (at least to some people) that as a woman, I am a human being who is worthy of love and respect. However, my need to promote my femininity stops there. I do not need to read Scripture with a feminist hermeneutic and I do not need to be told that doing my stress release is an attempt to reclaim something in a feminist fashion.
I made Nanaimo Bars for the open house on Saturday and they ended up being a gooey mess. I couldn’t figure out why until tonight — I had *melted* the butter instead of merely softening it. I let it soften naturally tonight and got a decent middle layer of icing.
Oh yes… the recipe is here. You need to double the chocolate and butter used in the last part.
Here is the answer to all those obnoxious Christmas letters you get.
(This was in the P-I on Saturday. I had to send a copy to my beloved mother-in-law because this was just so much something she would do.)