Tuesday, October 31, 2006

the scariest halloween ever

it was a dark and scary night. the wind was blowing and rattled the trees like the bones of a skeleton. inside the nelson home, the phone started to ring. it rang again. after wiping the spiderwebs from the receiver sara answered and her face went white as the voice on the other end spoke in a low, ominous voice. "147 people are applying for only 80 open spots in the nursing program..."

aaaaauuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!



i have to be better than 67 people right??

Monday, October 30, 2006

say amen somebody!


when i was little i woke up to a gospel choir every sunday morning. "say amen somebody" was my mom's favorite record. on the cover were three large black women with big hair, dressed in purple choir gowns, singing their hearts out to the Lord. that same cover was blown up to poster size and hung in every house i've ever lived in. i don't think that moms often hang posters in their homes as it's not one of pottery barn's decorative techniques. but my mom alway put that "say amen somebody" poster right where anyone and everyone could see it.

while the record played my mom would clap and sing around the house:

"nobody told me that the road would be easy. but i can't believe he brought me this far to leave me,"

"the storm is passing over...the storm is passing over...the storm is passing oo-ooo-ver, hallelu,"

"jesus dropped the charges (beat beat beat) jesus dropped the charges!"

these were just some of her favorites. and these were the ones most often played, not just on sundays, but during the week as well. for many years "say amen somebody" was just a common sound in our house and i never really thought much about it

until my mom gave that record to me. the purple ladies with big hair now live in my record collection. my mom bought the cd. (nobody tell her that records are way cooler and sound much better...)

now, "say amen somebody" is a familiar sound in MY house. but the sound is different these days. the words hold more meaning than they did 15-20 years ago. i think that i am finally starting to hear what my mom heard in those songs. you see, when you're little you don't realize how much relief the words "the storm is passing over" can bring. hearing that "jesus dropped the charges" can make you weep with new found freedom. and if jesus can drop the charges, then i better be able to drop them too. and when the road isn't easy, it's good to know that he didn't bring me down that road just to leave me there.

my mom would be happy to know that "say amen somebody" is probably my favorite record. she'd laugh to see me clap and sing around my house just like she did. and i think she'd nod knowingly when i decided to spin those familiar tunes on a wednesday. --sn

ps--i don't want the poster mom :)

Friday, October 27, 2006

degradation


recently, new jersey granted gay couples some of the same rights as heterosexual couples--rights such as sharing health care benefits and being granted longer visitation rights in hospitals. and talk about the "degradation of american values" has, of course, followed suit. in fact, good ol' W travelled to Iowa to condemn Jersey on their verdict. good one...speak big words while hiding behind some of the most conservitive people on the entire planet.

i have nothing against iowa. i have nothing against new jersey. and i hold the institute of marriage with the highest of respect. i believe that God intended a man and woman to be together. the end. but, do not talk to me about the "degradation of american values" and then add homosexuality to the same sentence. let me tell you a little something about the degradation of american values...

in the last month or so brett and i have witnessed some horrendous behaviour in our neighborhood. i watched someone smash the window of my local mechanic shop and proceed to steel items obviously not belonging to him. brett found a kid hiding under our car after hearing his small posse talk about tampering with a trans am parked at that same mechanic. i watched a young man repeatedly whip a woman with his belt as she followed him, screaming, up my street at 2am. she had no pants on, was bare foot, and it was not warm outside. i do not know why she continued to follow him, but i blame "degradation." and finally, brett watched our innocent young neighbor, the cutest little boy you've ever seen, be hit repeatedly by his caretaker through our window last night. i doubt any of these people live in homes with homosexual parents.

homosexuality does not cause the degradation of american values. sin causes the degredation of american values. and we all live under this same category. maybe it's time to start thinking differently about our values. perhaps our values are suffering because too many of us choose to hide behind our comfort zones. we choose to not see the degrade all around us unless its something so big that we can speak out about it, but not actually have to do anything about it.

i'm not saying i'm perfect. i overlook things all of the time. i often open my mouth to speak without putting any action behind my words. but today, i'm taking a little boy to the library to hopefully give him some relief from the degradation of american values.

in the next week we will have the chance to excercise one of our greatest freedoms, a freedom that millions of people around the world do not have--the freedom to vote. i hope all of you make the effort to vote. and i hope you all vote in a way that advances value--true value. please vote for someone who you believe cares about my little neighor, his single mother who has to work long hours to provide for him, and the blue collar guys who work hard down the street at my local mechanic shop. -sn

Friday, October 13, 2006

i tried to get away with it


"well, it looks like you've got a twenty-one dollar balance on your card." that was what the librarian said to me when i recently tried to check out a book from the public library. "TWENTY-ONE dollars!" i gasped. "Who has a twenty-one dollar fine on their library card?" she looked up as if to say, "you do."

i did not recognize probably 12 books on the list the librarian printed out for me. i had not been to the library in years. it did not make sense! i tried to explain that i did not recall checking out most the titles staring me in the face. embarrassingly enough the books that i did remember were all about teenage sexuality. there were titles such as SEX and TEENS, WHAT IS SEX?, TEENAGE SEXUALITY. i had checked them out to do a lesson with some of my youth group girls a few years back, but there is no way the librarian would have known that. plus, little good it did. two years later two of my former teen friends wound up pregnant. sigh...if only they knew about my library fine. perhaps they would have chosen not to "do it."

we went through the whole rigamarole, "did you ever loan your card to someone else?" no. "did you ever lose your card?" no. it's here. "did you ever check out books for another person?" no. "well, then i'm sorry but you will have to pay the fine before you can check out any more books."

at that time, i had no way of paying the fine. so, i left the book on the circulation desk for someone else to enjoy and headed home, wondering how i would break the news to brett. if there is one thing that man hates, it's senseless fines. my palms were sweating even though i did have a reasonable excuse. those books weren't mine!

brett's reaction was as expected. he told me not to pay the fine. the only problem with that solution was that i could never step foot into the library again. the thought of being ban-ish-ed was depressing. that is when i came up with my brilliant idea. i would get a new card with my new name, mrs. sara nelson.

it was a bright saturday morning. the air was crisp. i was whistling a happy tune under my breath as i walked up the street to my neighborhood library. thanks to the internet i knew exactly what i needed to obtain my new card and i had my driver's license and two other form's of ID in hand. i walked confidently to the desk and declared, "i would like to get a library card." and that is when things started to fall apart. the pressure was just too much. the librarian asked me if i had ever had a card before and i could not tell a lie. i had.

i am now out twenty-one dollars, but find myself rich with the words of fine literature.

currently reading:



-sn

Monday, October 09, 2006