Googled...

It's fairly obvious that I am very easily amused.


This is why Sitemeter provides endless hours of amusement for me. See, told you.


The most entertaining for me is Referrals. Referrals tells me where people came from and how they got to my blog. Generally, it's from one of your sweet blogs that has me on their blogroll (thanks for that, by the way.) But sometimes...it's from what strangers have Googled. Emphasis on strangers.


This is where it gets interesting and a tad bit disturbing.


OK, So here's a few...


People Googled:


"Who wears loafers" and got this.

"God humoring His people" and got this.

"Ceiling fan life-span" and got this.

"Good enough wallpapers" and got this.

"Selling Rocks" and got this.

"Sexy pastors wife" YEAH. Is that not a tad bit disturbing?!? Who Googles that?!? It ended up taking them to my profile pic on Google images along with several other pastor's wives who I'm sure had NO CLUE their faces would pop up after being googled for that. Turns out that it picked up "pastors wife" from my profile bio. HA! Thanks Google for putting me on page 1 of THAT search...Google it's a crazy little thing.


And the kicker "Google" has to do with this post I did when I first started blogging. The title was a mistake. BIG mistake. I was a new blogger...I didn't know that it would cause people with some serious problems to Google and get taken to this post of my cute little guy. Lesson learned. I have since just saved it as a draft so that it cannot be googled anymore...but brought it up just for you today...don't you feel special.


What the FUNNIEST part of it is, is that people googled that stuff, and then actually clicked on my blog thinking they would get information that they were looking for...HA! I just picture them staring at the computer saying, "What the heck?!?"


Oh Google...it's a terribly amusing thing.

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Confession and Rant

It's Monday and I have a confession. I have a very, very serious case of laziness this summer. It's bad. I am completely unmotivated to accomplish much of anything that requires much effort. I have three to-do lists going.

1. To-Do this summer (before school starts on Aug. 17)
2. To-Do this week
3. To-Do today

Guess what keeps happening...nothing. So the lists just keep getting longer, and I move the to-do today, to the to-do this week list. Clever, aren't I?

...maybe I'll just cram everything into the last week before school starts...I do work well under pressure :)

Now for the rant. I try to not rant(whine) too much (on my blog)...but this is driving. me .nuts!

I happened to pick of a People magazine last night while at Wal-Mart. I wanted to read about Nicole Kidman's baby girl, whom she named Sunday, which I think is kinda cute...anyways, on the front page is also a pic with the headline: Pregnant Man Gives Birth to a Girl. Yeah. I've been stewing over this one since I saw the ads for it on Oprah. I cannot contain it any longer.

Here is my rant: He is not a man giving birth to a baby. He is still a woman, with all the equipment God gave in order to grow a baby. No big miracle on this guy (woman's) part. You can take male hormones and remove your breasts, but inside...still a GIRL. IT'S A GIRL HAVING A BABY. NO MEDICAL MARVEL. SHEEEESH!!

OK, no more rants tomorrow, I promise :)

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On Tour

The time has come. Blog mission statement time. Remember this? Your sweet comments may keep me blogging forever.

A mission statement has proved to be very difficult for me, and I couldn't quite pin point why...until now. You see, I've wanted to wrap up my purpose for writing in 3-4 well written sentences. Clear and concise. Pretty little package. And therein lies the problem.

My purpose in writing varies, from day to day. I rarely plan ahead what a post will be. Usually, it involves me sitting down with a huge mug of coffee, asking God to show me what, in my daily life, is usable. Each day in my life is different. And each day at this blog is different. Mama Belle commented that it's kinda like what Forrest Gump said about life and a box of chocolates, "ya never know what you're gonna get" ...oh how right she is.

No matter what the content for the day may be, there are a few things that I do want present in every post....

Mission: Life in the Parsonage is about candidly walking through my daily life, in all the various roles I play, and finding significance in the insignificant. I want it to be refreshing, and real. I want to be transparent because I want those who read to say, "yep, I relate to that." I want people to leave with a smile, because no matter what may be going on in my day...God always, always gives me something to smile about. And although shoes and haircuts are mentioned profusely...the most important theme I hope sticks is an unmistakable desire to grow closer to my Jesus.

You can go to Becoming Me for more blog mission statements...what better way to find great blogs?!?

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A Tad Embarrassing...

Something has happened at my home (the parsonage.)
I thought about taking pictures of it, but in my head, I could hear your gasps of horror...and it was just too much.
The weeds have taken over.
It is so bad, that I am having to ask other people if certain things are a weed or a plant. Generally, the weeds are small, and the plants are larger...but not here.
They are the same size here.
Frightening.
Also embarrassing...but let's not discuss that.
I may go out and pull weeds/flowers today.
Unless is rains.
Please God, make it rain.

Happy Saturday Bloggy Friends!

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Smartness...

Just thought you should know what a fantastic writer I am...and how deeply I challenge your reading skills ...

Try not to be too impressed by my large vocabulary (of made up words) and complex (run-on) sentence structure. I can't help it...it is a gift. Beautiful writing giftedness...of a 13 to 14 year old.

Kudos to us and our smartness :)

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Another List...

Trying something new today. I'm joining in Thankful Thursday at Sting My Heart...in bullet-point form (of course!)


Today I am thankful:

• That last night at VBS we had somewhere between 40-50 kids...which considering all tiny town has endured recently is frankly, AMAZING!


• For a great week at VBS and still thankful it's coming to a close ;)


• That I do not have to work outside my home...because I could not do it without losing my mind...obviously, God knew that :)


• for Sponge Bob entertaining my kids long enough for me to enjoy a sweet reprise from the bickering! Oh the bickering...


• For the wonderful stuff you all come up with that totally encourages and makes me smile.
• And that ya'll actually come back to read my ramblings...and COMMENTS! I so love comments...I do, I do, I do.



• My coffee...Heavens sweet nectar...which I need to go to Starbucks and get some more of...brewed my last pot today.



• that although there are weeds all over my "flowers" and my house is a mess...I do not care. For now...
• Bullet points. Need I say more?
  
• For God's patience with me. That His love for me is not based on how I do...but just the fact that I am His.

Happy Thursday Friends!

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The Look...

Notice Jake's shirt before...

And a few hours later...

So goes life in the parsonage. My children are always dirty. I gave up trying to keep them clean a long, long time ago. In fact, I'm just so used to them being dirty, I hardly even notice it anymore.

Until the other day that is...I happened to take all of them to run some errands (very bad idea.) Our last stop was the grocery store. They were bugging each other and fighting over who got to ride in the "school bus cart"...I was trying to maintain my composure, and then I met her in the frozen food aisle.

She was cute, young and pregnant, probably with her first baby. She was strolling the aisles in peace and quiet (alone)...well, until she came upon us.

She gave me the look. I know this look...I too, once gave it to mothers with rowdy, dirty kids. It was the look of idealism. The look that says, "honestly, is it so hard to clean your kids up before you leave the house!?!"

I smiled and her...and I smiled all the way home...because someday, that cute little thing may have three little boys, that 5 minutes after a bath are somehow dirty again...because I know first hand, that's what happens to young ladies who give the look. *smiles*

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