The Real Goings-on

I know it's been a really long time since I've posted anything, much less anything of substance. So here's what's going on with me. Some of you know that Alan (my husband) and I are in the process of getting divorced. If you didn't know, Alan and I are getting divorced...it ended in October...yes, I'm ok...no, I really don't want to talk about it. Ok, now that's out of the way, what else has been happening in my exciting life. Jason (my brother) was here this week and it was really great to see and hang out with him. He and Jessie are getting married this weekend but due to the inclement weather, we aren't sure if we'll be able to make it to freaking Idaho. Who in their right mind gets married in Idaho in December anyway? So, depending on what happens with the rain, sleet, ice, snow event we are supposed to be experiencing tomorrow, we may or may not go to his wedding. I have to admit that I was really looking forward to meeting my new sister-in-law and seeing my little brother again, but the thought of seeing my father was freaking me out a little since I haven't seen him in so long I can't remember when. Not that that means a whole hell of a lot since I can't remember how long the chipped, red polish has been on my toes, but I do know that I had my pedicure at some point this summer and I haven't seen my father in at least a couple of years. Apologies to all those Table & Fire folks who might be reading this...but I guess if you were able to get past the divorce part, you probably aren't too shocked. Speaking of T&F, there's something that I've wanted to get off my chest about an old post about drinking in public and being a Christian or a minister. Someone on there posted something about how it's not a good thing and how a pastor should be held to a higher standard and that if they were to see one of our pastors at a bar they would be offended (paraphrased). My question is...if drinking bothers a person that much, why would they be in a bar in the first place? I mean if I'm down on Greenville Avenue, upstairs at the Cavern on Sunday night after bible study, drinking a Boddington's and someone from church walks in and is appalled that I'm sitting at the bar knocking one back, why are they there in the first place? I certainly wouldn't be offended if someone from IBC decided to go out for a beer or just to hear the awesome musical stylings of Ricki Derek (he sounds exactly like Sinatra). Anyway, I just had to get that out and since T&F is down, I thought I'd shoot my mouth off here on my blog. So there, nah! By the way, I'm totally aware of the fact that part of my drinking tirade sounded like an old joke. So a pastor, a rabbi and a priest walk into a bar...