My First Novel – “Stranded” (12 Years Old)

So, this particular story was a project for my grade 7 class.  I have left the story in its original form, leaving in all grammar, spelling, and my own 12-year old word-smithing.  I will have you know that I drew and coloured every single one of these pictures.  Enjoy!

Stranded

Stranded - Me

Lynn Valley Elementary School
Copyright January 1981 by Melissa C. Brouwers

Stranded - Map

We were flying around Mt. St. Frederick when suddenly we lost a propellor from the left wing of our plane.  We were going in circles and circles.  Suddenly we crashed…  Right then and there the teacher was killed and Beverly broke her leg.  When we finally came to, we decided that we had to have a leader.  We decided that it would be Jimmy since he was our student council rep.  I jumped out of the plane and found we had landed on a volcano.  With the help of Danielle and Suzie we took Beverly out of the plane.

Stranded - Crash

The first thing we did was get all the important things out of the plane.  We walked down the Volcano and stood at the bottom waiting for the other kids to bring down Beverly and the equipment.  Then we waited, we knew that if we didn’t co-operate that we would surely die!  We split up into groups.  Some people went to find food, some shelter, and some people water.  After we split up and found the things that we needed we went back to the bottom of the volcano.  Later on we went back to finding things for our stay.

I looked behind me as I went to collect some food and I saw Jimmy and Ian lying down under a tree.  I asked them what they were doing there and they said that they did not want to work!  So I said, “If you don’t want to work then you can’t eat our food, sleep in our caves, and drink our water!  In fact if you don’t help we will just leave you here to starve!!!”  Just then they said “We’re helping, we’re helping.”  That was the last time we had trouble with them.  “Thank god!”

When everybody started complaining about the groups they were in.  We decided that we would pick a partner.  Well everybody liked that idea so we went along with it.  The system worked like this, nine people would go for water, eight for food and nine for accessories.  After we got organized we started to plan our rescue.  A couple of people suggested that we light a fire and we thought that it was a good idea so we used it.  We started the fire with the package of matches we found in the plane.  We put four logs in a square angle, put a little gasoline (from our plane) on the logs.  Then we lit fire to them….  Was it ever bright!  Later on we decided that Suzie would stay by the fire so that it didn’t go out.  The majority won and poor Suzie was either collecting wood or watching the fire.  She did that all night.  The next day she started complaining.  She wanted to take turns with someone.  We voted again, this time Marisa was picked.  She was the day shift because she wasn’t so brave, and Suzie was brave.  They liked that idea so that was their job.

That night we were all thinking about the day of the plane crash, our parents, things like that.  Soon, after ten minutes of thinking, Kevin, Jimmy, Kathy, Jayson, Craig, Yvonne and Beverly fell asleep.  Everybody else was either stories or falling asleep very quickly.  I couldn’t so I just lay there on the ground staring up into the sky.  The reason why I could do this was that I was right by the cave door.  So I just kept staring.  Soon everybody fell asleep.  About ten to twenty minutes went by, I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a noise it was a helicopter!!  I woke up everybody and we ran down just to find Suzie snoring!!  By the time we woke her up the helicopter had already left.  Everybody was so depressed! except Suzie, she was still snoring.  We went back up to the cave and went to bed…

Stranded - Fishing

The next morning I woke up early (which is very unusual for me because I normally wake up at 12:00 in the afternoon).  Then I walked down to where Suzie was to go get something to eat.  (what I wouldn’t do for some shreddies right now)  Just then I heard three boys argueing.  It was it was Nicko, Tim and Jim, what a racquet!  Jimmy was very edgy.  He didn’t like giving out orders.  He thought that we thought that he was too snobby and pushy.  So we ran into our normal pattern again.  We took a vote.  We started by making ballots just as soon as everybody was awake.  (which wasn’t hard everybody was already awake)  Then we told them our plan and started to get ready.  When we had finally finished, the candidates, Marisa and Mehboob made up their speeches.  That day, Khadija, Danielle, Amber and I made supper.

When supper was finished we began the campaign.  Marisa won by three ballots, mainly because we trusted her more than Mehboob.  She promised that the more work you did the more privileges, and also that the boys and girls are equal they had to do the same amount of work.  Mehboob made promises such as the boys don’t have to work past 3:00 p.m.  The girls had to get food, water, clean the caves things like that.

Everything went okay with our new leader.  One hot afternoon Robert said to Marisa, “How do you expect us to kill the wild animals?  With our bare hands?!”  “You are very right.  Sooner or later I knew that you were going to ask me this so I have devised a plan.  We’ll make blades out of volcanic glass and then we will use very strong sticks.”  She divided us up into groups and off we went.  About an hour later we came back with all of the equipment.  Marisa then said “What we are going to do is make weapons with the things I asked all of you to collect.”  She split us up into our groups and we went to work.  For three hours we worked.  We were all finally finished.  I thought I did a pretty good job myself.  When we settled down she looked at every spear, knife, and axe.  Then she stood up and said that they were great!!

As time passed I decided that I needed a quiet place to think.  I missed my mom, my sister (believe it or not) and all my friends.  I went walking in the woods and soon found a tall, curved tree which looked very comfortable.  I climbed up the tree and lay down on the curved branch on the tree.  I just laid there thinking and resting.

After a couple of hours of thinking and resting I got up and went back to the campground.  I found Suzie, Amber, and Dana and we went for a walk.  In a way you could call it exploring.  They all agreed so we left.  Dana saw a baby cub, Amber saw an eagle.  We kept walking.  I opened a big bush and  I saw a ceremonial ground.  I ran back to the others and then we went back.  It had at least six stumps, three coconut trees around it and a sacrificing stone.  At first I got the shivers but I soon calmed down.

Suddenly something came out of the bush, We ran so fast that a puma couldn’t even catch us.  We were out of there in three seconds flat.  Later on we found out that it was only the little bear cub that Dana saw earlier.  When we got back to camp we saw Marisa making decorations.  “What are you doing?” I asked.  “We’re having a party.” “What kind of party?”  “An arrival party.”  Once we heard that we got right to work.  At six o’clock we had the party.

An hour went by and then Marisa silenced everyone.  She heard something.  It was a plane!  Not an ordinary plane, a rescue plane!!  Everyone did what they had to.  Even Suzie!  Then it landed.  We are going back to civilization.  “Civilization, here I come!”

Stranded - Rescue

Boring Information That’s Actually Important

  1. Airplane safety procedures.  Do you know how to inflate that life preserver if the plane plummets into the freezing Pacific Ocean?
  2. The “do not top off” gas pump warning.  Other than the fact that someone can probably turn your car into a bonfire from the trail of gas trickling down the concrete, you not only just wasted several cents, but you’re gonna have to wipe the gas off the side of your car unless you relish damaging that expensive paint job.
  3. Wearing safety goggles.  It’s probably best to say adios to looking cool and hola to keeping your eyes in your sockets where they belong.
  4. Metal objects in electrical sockets.  Because you will, in fact, get a shock.  Sure, the sound is kind of fun, but the scare is not worth it.
  5. Letting steam out of the popcorn bag slowly.  It’s amazing how much hot compressed air really does burn like a freaking furnace to the face.
  6. Touching hot pans.  Remember when Mom used to nag nag nag about not touching the pan on the heated element?  And then, years later, as an adult – you did?  Call your mom.  Right now.  And say you’re sorry.
  7. Utilizing the toilet waste receptacles.  My gosh, please.  I get that you’re done, but I haven’t started yet and there’s a big piece of hospital bed paper sitting halfway inside the toilet and your bum has been on it and I really don’t want to touch it.  Oh, and for the love of Pete, it’s not like they need a sign to say this, but please flush.  Is it really so technical?  I hope you washed your hands!  Don’t even get me started on flow days…
  8. Reading IKEA instructions.  This is mandatory.  Unless you like sitting in your living-room with a small army of L-screws, bolts, wing nuts, square nuts, carriage bolts, hex bolts (now I don’t even know what I’m saying) and thread cutting machine screws with plenty of time to rip your own hair out.
  9. Mixing colors and whites in the wash.  However, if – like me – you do it enough times, someone else will eventually take over the laundry because he doesn’t appreciate pink boxer shorts.
  10. Microwave heating instructions.  Because if it can cook a cat, it can burn your meal.
  11. Washing labels.  Cashmere sweater + hot water + dryer = Barbie sweater.
  12. Signs about not feeding the animals.  You’re just giving them an entitlement complex.  It’s bad enough in America, must we inflict this kind of self-indulgent laziness on the animal kingdom, too?  Plus, as an added bonus, you might get your hand chomped off.
  13. Test instructions.  They really do throw in a curve-ball when they tell you any answer letter but “C”.  Alternatively, using pencil or a specific color of pen and getting 0/100 because the scanner couldn’t read your ink.
  14. Hazardous Materials warnings.  Well, if you’re wondering why your fingers are melting off, you might want to go back and check the label a little more thoroughly this time.
  15. Danger warnings.  Really?  If my parachute’s not totally secure and double checked, it’s possible I might actually die if I hit the ground at 90 miles per hour?  Well, that’s good to know.  How else can this little adventure go wrong?
  16. Reading ingredient labels.  It only takes one peanut allergy and a frantic drive to the ER for anaphylactic shock to encourage you to check those food labels.
  17. Movie theater etiquette clips.  I get it.  They’re not funny.  They try, but they’re not.  Now, you may not care that you’re not supposed to be texting, talking, laughing, encouraging your infant to scream during an R-Rated horror movie, or toss your popcorn around, but it’s a safe bet that someone nearby will inform you…with extreme physical prejudice…if you cheese them off badly enough.  If there was a public movie-theater shaming system, I’d contribute to it gladly.  And anonymously.
  18. “By appointment only” signs.  You only need to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous time sinks to make a mental note and do your homework next time.
  19. Higher education deadlines.  They really do not care if you miss them.  At all.  Really.  They’ll happily take your money and give you the F, not enroll you in the class, and/or not let you graduate.  Plus, you’re in college now.  Srsly?
  20. Instructions on ANY government form.  Because they also don’t care if you didn’t fill it out correctly.  They don’t even have to answer the phone so you’ll probably end up screaming at a recorded message.
  21. One size does NOT fit all.  Sorry, the label just lied to you.  They can say it in a million different ways and for a million different items, but it is NOT TRUE.
  22. Warning signs about walking on ice-covered lakes.  We’ve all seen the movies where people fall through the ice, get trapped underneath, and can only stare helplessly at the sky through the thick layer of frozen water as they panic and drown.  If that isn’t the freakiest way to die dumbly, I don’t know what is.  (Actually, if you give me a few minutes, I can probably come up with a few things.)
  23. Q-Tips in your ears.  Actually, I don’t know why not.  My friend’s mom in elementary school used bobby pins in her daughter’s ears to get out the wax.  This seems far kinder.  And I wouldn’t want to put my elbow in my ear, even if I could.
  24. Mixing bleach and toilet bowl cleaner warnings.   While the fecal stains may be make their way off your toilet bowl, your dead body on the side of the toilet probably isn’t worth it.  Combining the two produces a deadly chlorine gas.  Maybe it would be better to clean the toilet bowl a little more regularly.  Or poop at a friend’s house.
  25. This Side Up.  From fax to photocopies, nothing screams newb like receiving a blank document.  Especially if it’s a hundred pages and you went off to get a coffee.
  26. Expiration dates.  Unless you’re a fan of plenty of diseases, it’s probably a good idea to pay attention to these.  They’re not “best before” dates, but expiration dates.  As in “expire”.  As in “don’t eat it unless you’re desperate” and even then, have that clean toilet bowl ready.
  27. Flight Times and Gate Numbers.  There’s nothing more fun than running, last-minute, for a flight and discovering it left an hour ago, the gate changed to the other side of the airport, or the flight was yesterday.
  28. Pop-Up Messages.  Your computer is probably trying to tell you something.  Like, for instance, “do you want to delete all files and erase the hard drive?” is probably something worth reading before you mindlessly click that “OK” button.
  29. Staring at the sun.  Because you could, like, go blind or something.  Then you can’t stare at it anymore what with those damaged retinas.
  30. Backing over traffic spikes.  Sure, there’s that teeny tiny part of you that is exhilarated while you drive forward over these things, but imagine the ridiculous amount of tire damage you’d cause if you backed over them.  Maybe the pop! sound would be worth it.  For half a nanosecond.  Then you’d just feel dumb.

Recipe: Nanaimo Bars

Since I’m Canadian, and these are awesome, I’m spreading the wealth (of knowledge).  These bars are not nearly as famous outside of Canada as I thought.  Nanaimo is pronounced “Nah-nai-moe” in case you were wondering and these no-bake dessert bars are suuuuuuper rich, but incredibly delicious.  This recipe comes straight from the city of Nanaimo, British Columbia where the bar originated (hence the name).  Enjoy with a glass of cold milk!

You may be wondering where to find “custard powder”.  Well of course you can buy it on Amazon.  Here’s the link to Bird’s Custard Powder.

Nanaimo Bar Recipe

Bottom Layer
½ cup unsalted butter (European style cultured)
¼ cup sugar
5 tbsp. cocoa
1 egg beaten
1 ¼ cups graham wafer crumbs
½ c. finely chopped almonds
1 cup coconut

Melt first 3 ingredients in top of double boiler.  Add egg and stir to cook and thicken.  Remove from heat.  Stir in crumbs, coconut, and nuts.  Press firmly into an ungreased 8″ x 8″ pan.

Second Layer
½ cup unsalted butter
2 Tbsp. and 2 Tsp. cream
2 Tbsp. vanilla custard powder
2 cups icing sugar

Cream butter, cream, custard powder, and icing sugar together well.  Beat until light.  Spread over bottom layer.

Third Layer
4 squares semi-sweet chocolate (1 oz. each)
2 Tbsp. unsalted butter

Melt chocolate and butter over low heat.  Cool.  Once cool, but still liquid, pour over second layer and chill in refrigerator.  Serve slightly chilled.

Excuses – But Better

whatsyourexcuse

Do you ever have something come up and someone asks you about it and your reason (or excuse) is so dumb you wish you could offer a less lame way to explain it? Well, fret no more, you’ve come to the right place. I’ve done all the heavy lifting for you.

Acute Apathy Disorder

“I just didn’t feel like it.”

Apparel Misappropriation

“My sister swiped the shirt I was going to wear.”

Apparel Sanitation Deficiency

“I have no clean clothes.”

Benign Positional Stasis

“I’m grounded.”

Conflicting EleGrav Forces

“I fell.”

Domestic Fracture

“I broke up with my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

Emotional Attachment Failure

“I just didn’t care.”

Extended Photinus Pyralis Media Intake

“I stayed home to watch the entire Firefly series instead.”

False Depth Perception Calculation

“I walked/fell into a [insert object].”

Feline Agitation Miscalculation

“My cat scratched me.”

Financial Resource Allotment Deficiency

“I didn’t bring enough money.”

Global Communication Blackout

“My internet went down.”

Ocular Media Alternative

“I read a book instead.”

Olfactory Pheromone Resistance

“I don’t like the way he/she smells.”

Pet Product Extraction

“The cat/dog threw up.”

Social Incongruence

“I don’t like him/her.”

Vehicular Fuel Intake Adjustment

“I had to get gas.”

Waste Transit Redirect

“I had to take out the garbage.”

Clean Joke: The Naughty Parrot

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So there’s this fella with a parrot.  Unfortunately, this parrot swears like a sailor, I mean this bird is a pistol.  He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself.  The trouble is, the guy who owns him is a quiet, conservative type, and this bird’s foul mouth is driving him crazy.

One day, it gets to be too much, so the guy grabs the bird by the throat, shakes him really hard, and yells, “QUIT IT!”   This just makes the bird mad and he swears more than ever.

Then the guy gets mad and says, “That’s it,” and locks the bird in a kitchen cabinet.

This really aggravates the bird and he claws and scratches, so when the guy finally lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of invective that would make a veteran sailor blush.

At that point, the guy is so mad that he throws the bird into the freezer.

For the first few seconds there is a terrible din.  The bird kicks and claws and thrashes. Then it suddenly gets very quiet.

At first, the guy just waits, but then he starts to think that the bird may be hurt.  After a couple of minutes of silence, he’s so worried that he opens up the freezer door to check on the bird.

The bird calmly climbs onto the man’s out-stretched arm and says in very polite tones, “I’m awfully sorry about the trouble I gave you earlier.  I’ll do my best to improve my vocabulary from now on.”

The man is astounded.  He can’t understand the transformation that has come over the parrot.

Then the parrot says, “Just out of curiosity, what did the chicken do?”

Attending Church for the First Time (for Dummies)

Church

I remember the first time I stepped into a church.  I was in elementary school and there was one in my neighborhood.  When I stepped inside, I had this tremendous sense of awe.   I was seven years old, I probably didn’t even know what the word “awe” meant, but I felt it.  The wood pews, the huge white cross at the front, the deep purple curtains.  I felt like God was in that place and I also felt very very small, but not in a bad way.  It was something.

When I returned to church as an adult (with many years of sinnin’ behind me) my first reaction was certainly not awe, it was stress.

Admittedly, the style of church I visited did not look like what one would expect with a steeple, wood pews, and stained glass.  Classic?  Nope.  The church I attended was, essentially, a warehouse.  So it goes to show you, don’t judge a church by its exterior.  Those nerves were raw for me.  Let’s get this straight, when I attended church on this day, I wanted to be there.  I wasn’t dragged, guilted, hiding from a demon, or there on a bet.  But I was scared, nonetheless.  I saw people standing around chatting and laughing and I wondered if they knew what I’d done in my life.  I worried that I should have gotten my crap together better before attending so I’d be more ‘worthy’ to attend a “house of worship”.  Frankly, I freaked out a little that someone might point me out in the crowd and make me speak publicly, and I was especially concerned that they were judging me in some way.   I highly doubt my active imagination was accurate in what was going on in those peoples’ minds.  In fact, it’s entirely possible that, regardless of my obvious distress, they remember me at all.  (Especially as I was really good at hiding in plain sight.)

People have a lot of reasons for attending church, some are valid and some are not, but they are what they are.  Some attend church because they are Bible-believing Christians who want to know God better and spend time  (aka “fellowship”) with fellow believers.  Some people attend church because they figure if they go, they’re a “good” person and will go to heaven.  Others go because they’re brought by their parents so there’s not much choice in the matter.   Frankly, they’d rather be playing Xbox.   Believe it or not, some attend church because it makes them look trustworthy in the business arena.   Some haven’t really committed to anything, but they’re looking for meaning in life and they’ve tried some other things, but this God thing kind of nags at the back of their mind and so they’re here to do a bit of “personal research.”    They’re not committing their lives or anything, just seeking information.  And, finally, some people attend church because their lives are so  broken, so out of control, and so painful that all of the usual remedies haven’t worked and so, on a last ditch, they’re looking for God to maybe help them with the pain they are desperately trying to escape.

A few of these examples were valid.  See if you can figure out which ones.

Let’s get a few things straight.  I am a non-denominational Christian.   I could also be considered Protestant.  Sometimes, if people are being snarky, “fundamentalist”.   (Actually, I don’t take offense to that because I think of it as “getting back to the fundamentals” of the Bible.  So, bring it!)

Not All Churches Are Created Equal

There are good churches and there are bad churches.  It’s true.  Some are fantastic, some are terrible.  Just think of it like college: good instructors, bad instructors.  After all, churches are comprised of humans and we’re all different so it stands to reason that some will disappoint.  I consider a church “bad” if it:

  • strays from the Bible
  • doesn’t even mention the gospel (sin, repentance, Jesus, cross, Heaven, Hell)
  • doesn’t produce spiritual fruit in its members
  • preaches worldly treasures and focuses on emotion rather than truth

ProTip:  You don’t have to stay at the first church you attend. There are plenty of churches out there.  Plenty of them!  Some people pick a church based on location.  If you can find one that’s close, spirit-filled, biblically authentic and just plain fun with cool people, you hit pay dirt.  Sometimes, location isn’t the best reason to attend.  I actually drive 30 minutes to attend my church because it’s a great church.  I have heard stories of people who drive 3 hours to attend a church.

ProTip:  Find out if the church has a website.

You can read up on what they believe and, if you’re lucky, they may have a video or audio session of a previous sermon online that you can watch or listen to.  This is really helpful because it gives you a chance to “attend from a safe place”, as in, at home.   This also gives you a chance to find out what the pastor has to say, how he says it, and if he engages you in a meaningful way.  If you’re not “gelling” with the pastor or if he’s preaching in a way that makes no sense to you, then (barring the fact that you’re just not listening) showing up in person probably won’t be much better.

Okay, so you’ve checked out the website and you’ve given your friend/co-worker/family member the nod that you’ll attend with them.  Now it’s time to actually go.

Dress Code

This is an interesting topic because some churches still favor the “Sunday best” philosophy while others think it’s perfectly okay to show up in jeans and a t-shirt.  Usually, you can get a sense of what kind of church you’re attending by visiting the website.  If it seems edgy and casual, jeans are probably fine. Here’s a little insight behind the various dress codes:

Dressing Up

Some believe that in order to respect God, it makes sense to dress up.  This way, you show God that you mean business and you respect the institution of worship.  Some people like to dress up because, hey, it’s nice to dress up.  And other were simply raised this way.  They’re old school.

Dressing Comfortable

Some believe that God doesn’t care what you wear, as long as you show up because He’s more interested in your heart than the clothes on your back or how you fixed your hair.  They also want to make attending church “less painless” for people.  After all, nothing screams stress for the un-churched like having to throw on a 3-piece suit to sit on a bench and be told you’re going to hell for an hour.  This tactic is more of about approachability and comfort.  Ultimately, you’ll probably have a mix of both because church is full of people and people come in all shapes and sizes, backgrounds, clothing preferences, traditions, and preferences.

Bottom line:  God is glad that you’re there.

ProTip:  Ask your friends if there’s a dress code.

Honestly, if you don’t want to feel like you dressed wrong and will stick out like a sore thumb, just ask.   If you were invited by a friend, they’ll be more than glad to advise you.  In fact, you’ll probably wow them with your proactive approach to attending with them.  Dress code crisis averted and friend impressed.  Either way, it’s a win-win.

ProTip:  Bring a pen.

Most of the time, if there is writing to be done, churches will provide pens.  I happen to like bringing my own because I like how it writes.  Plus, I can’t count how many times I’ve been asked for a pen because someone nearby forgot to grab one from the lobby. But here’s why you might want to have one with you. Some services have fill-in-the-blanks, some offer paper to write notes on, some ask for you to fill out a “first time attender” card so that they can get in touch with you again and follow up.  (Some even send cookies for first-timers!)  You’ll probably want that pen for filling out any kind of form or taking notes.   If you forgot your cell phone, it’s also a good way to take down names, email address or phone numbers of people you may have met and want to reconnect with. If you’re the studious type like I am, you might even want to bring a notepad.  (Okay, I’m a bit of a goody two-shoes in that regard.)

The Arrival

If you drive with your friends, then you have the whole “showing up” thing covered.

I’ve been a Christian for over ten years and the first time I attended a new church (knowing at least three people already attending), I was still nervous!   If you’re lucky, your friends may provide some insight on what to expect as you pull up.   They might also completely overlook something like that because church, for them, is already comfortable.  They may not be thinking that you’re nervous or uncomfortable because they’re not.  No surprises for them.  So if you’re lucky enough to have a friend who gives you the play-by-play, enjoy it.  It sometimes helps.  Like at the doctor’s office.

Like I said, not all churches are created equal and some services vary on how they handle parking, seating, singing, service, giving, etc. If you’re attending a larger church, there may be people helping direct traffic.  Trust me, attending church service – at least in larger churches – can be like attending a sporting event.  People leave all at once after one service and then arrive all at once for the next one.  It’s usually pretty polite chaos.  (No one wants to come off as a jerk at church!)  The person directing traffic is most likely a volunteer who has offered their time so that you can get where you need to be. There may be some additional volunteers standing at the entrance of the church greeting people or providing directions.  When I first attended church I wanted to be utterly invisible so I steered clear of these particularly friendly people.  If you’re bold, unlike me, you could always ask them any questions you might have and they would be more than happy to answer.

ProTip:  If they have an Information Area, check it out.

There is usually a lot of information about the church, in the form of pamphlets or flyers, at information booths or on bulletin boards.  Many churches have plenty of different programs and one of them might apply to your situation.  Are you a single mom?  Are you looking for a men’s group?  Do you have children in preschool?  Do you have a blended family?   Want to join a Women’s group?  Poke around.  The whole reason these information areas exist is so that you, the first-timer, can get the information you need to connect with people or programs that can help you. It’s also a good way to pretend that you’re busy so you don’t have to talk to people.  (Yes, I really did have this kind of anxiety when I first attended church.)

Time to Take Your Seat

Usually, as you enter the sanctuary (fancy way of saying “auditorium”), there may be a greeter at the door offering programs.  Smile, take the paper, say hello, and you’re on your way.

If your first inclination is to sit at the back and hide, that’s okay.   No one is going to fault you for wanting to be alone, or wanting to be at the back.  Usually, people with small children or who may have to get up and leave during the service, tend to sit in the back. Once you’ve sat down, you’re free to read over the program and get the lay of the land.  Look around a bit.  Big auditorium?  Small?  Some offer free snacks and refreshments at the side of the room.  Check out the staging area.  Some churches have a stage where the band or choir works, others have a pulpit (fancy way of saying where the pastor stands when he speaks).  You can also take the time to look around at the people also attending the service with you.  Notice they come in all types.  No one is better or worse than anyone else, no matter how well they’ve packaged themselves.  We’re all on a spiritual walk, some may be a few laps ahead, some behind, but we’re all on the same course.

Worship

First off, what is worship?   This is our way of expressing to God and letting him know that we love him and thank him for all that we have.

Some churches have a song or three or five before service.  They can vary greatly from hymns that come from the 1800s to modern-day Christian rock.  There could be a woman at a piano, a choir, or a full band with drum kit and electric guitar.  It really depends on the church you’re attending.  Usually, they’ll have the words to the songs on a monitor.  Some churches still use hymnals and they’ll have the page or the number of the hymn displayed for you.  Just follow along.  If you want to sing, sing.  If you don’t, don’t.

Again, there is no right way to do this.

When I first attended church service as a seeker, it felt like every single song was directed right at me and my situation.  It was like they were written just for me.  I’m not a particularly emotional person, but I found myself near to tears, with a huge lump in my throat, at times during these songs.  As emotional as I was, however, I felt so relieved to know that I wasn’t alone!

Some churches have you stand for the singing, some don’t, some have a mix of some standing and some sitting.   How you worship is up to you.  Everyone is different.   When I first attended church, I was so busy trying to hide that I was crying because the songs were so beautiful that I didn’t notice people around me might have one hand raised, or two, or have their heads bowed with their eyes closed.  Some people danced at the faster tunes and others just sat on their chairs and watched the whole thing.

Pro-Tip:  Do what is comfortable to you during worship.

After a few songs, there may be a quick prayer and you’re instructed to go ahead and sit down.  Usually, they throw in the “greet a neighbor” curve-ball, so you may have someone spontaneously lean over and introduce themselves.  Just go with it, you’re not rude, after all.  If you don’t feel comfortable speaking to anyone, then just focus on that wonderful program, it’s the universal language of, “please leave me alone”.

The Service

Again, not all services are created equal.  Sometimes, pastors will start off by giving some church news like events that are coming up or anything else that is particularly important to pass on to everyone at the same time.  Some of this may be valuable to you.  Usually, all of this information is also in the program you’ve got in your hand so if you’re worried about forgetting everything, it’s probably there (and they’ll probably mention that).  If it’s not in that paper, it’s a safe bet it’s on the website.  (Aren’t you glad you went there?)

Most pastors start with a quick prayer before launching in to a sermon (a fancy way of saying “what the service is about”).

There are two types of sermons:  topical and expository.  Most sermon series last a few weeks, some can last years.

A topical sermon is topic oriented.  It has a theme and the pastor will give anecdotes and stories accompanied by some Bible verses to tie it all together.

Examples:

  • strengthening your marriage
  • the attributes of God
  • making a fresh start
  • getting over loss

An expository sermon teaches the Bible through history, stories, geography, culture, and data.  This kind of teaching takes a book of the Bible and digs into the intricacies of what happened at the time of the author’s writing while, simultaneously, tying it to today’s world.  This does two things:  it provides insight into what things were like “back then” and how today we still do the same crap.  But it also provides insight into the human condition, shows us that we all make mistakes, and gives a way to make our lives better.   If you’re a history buff, and your pastor is thorough, this is like winning the jackpot.

Examples:

  • Romans
  • Genesis
  • 1 Corinthians
  • Isaiah

When I was still figuring out if this whole “church thing” was for me, I really enjoyed the topical sermons because they were light, tended to be spiritually bite-sized (read:  not overwhelming), and usually were accompanied by fill-in-the-blanks.  Not all churches do this, but some do.  I would write in the margins any thoughts or phrases or Bible verses that the pastor mentioned that spoke to me.

If you have a funny pastor (say what?  laugh at church?  no way!), this makes learning all this stuff even more fun and less stressy. Years later, as I matured in my faith, I found topical teaching to be too light.  I wanted to dig deeper into the Bible to find out more about God, the key players like Abraham or David and Jesus, and I especially wanted to know how things that happened thousands of years ago, could possibly help me in my life today.  A great pastor can tie it all together and not only make it fascinating, but relevant and actionable.

Honestly, it’s a journey that you take.  Some people may be satisfied with topical teaching and others may want to dive in to the expository teaching.  Both are valid and both are interesting.

Stuff They (Might) Do During the Service

ProTip:  If they do an “offering plate”, do not feel pressured to give.

Some churches will pass an offering basket.  If you are a first-time attender, do not feel pressured to give!!

Any pastor worth his salt will tell you that this is for regular attenders or members.  You are a guest.  You are not in any way obligated to give any money.  If you want to, you are welcome to, but please don’t feel like you have to.

Nothing turns off a newcomer faster than feeling like they’re being milked for money.

This is a touchy subject because what with the church’s history with the Jim and Tammy Faye Bakkers and Oral Roberts, we have a naturally healthy skepticism when it comes to church and money.  So when the issue of giving comes up, the gut thinks, “Here we go.  This is how they get you.”

The fact is, there are many decent churches out there that get short-shifted because people incorrectly assume that all churches are money-grubbing fakes who don’t care about you, they just want your cash for their fancy cars and jet planes. I’m not going to lie, some might.  If you discover that to be the case, run.

The reality is that churches rely on tithes (1/10th of a member’s income) or offerings (a gift of money, any amount) to survive.  This is how they pay the rent on the building, pay for utilities, provide free programs, those tasty snacks and refreshments, and how they sponsor events or missions.   Not all churches want to steal from you.  But, like I said, if you’re uncomfortable (even if you think the church is legit), then don’t participate.

ProTip:  Your donation is tax deductible.

If you give, say, a dollar, don’t expect a receipt. However, if you decide to become a member of that church and opt to give regularly, at the end of the year, the church is required to send you a tax donation receipt stating how much you donated for the year.  And, yes, you can use this for your taxes.

Communion

Most people think Communion is a Roman Catholic thing.  It’s not.

In the Christian faith, Communion is performed as a token of remembrance.   Jesus, at the last supper, gave his twelve disciples bread and wine to eat and drink “in remembrance” of him.   He knew that he was going to the cross, even though they didn’t, and he wanted them to understand the significance of this eternity-changing sacrifice.

Some churches use wafers, others use crackers.  Some use wine, others use Kool-Aid.   Usually, the pastor will give a quick how-to on what communion is while volunteers pass around crackers and a cup to each person.  Sometimes they hand you a tray and you take one and pass it down.  There is traditionally a quick prayer and then you eat and drink. Some churches have communion once a month, once every few months, once every few weeks, or every week.   The key to remember is that if you’re uncomfortable or don’t understand the purpose of Communion, you don’t have to participate.

The Tithing Sermon

This used to happen at my previous church.  My husband and I would invite a friend to church and that was the day the pastor decided to give “the tithing sermon” where he explained why everyone should tithe and biblical verses to back it up.

Some Christians believe that tithing was an Old Testament ritual that is no longer in effect.  Others believe that it is valid today and give their 10% consistently each week. Again, this is something that is for members of a church, not for visitors.  As I said, not even all members agree on the theology or necessity.

The bottom line, however, is this:  God does not want gifts given grudgingly.

If your heart is not into giving and you feel pressured or stressed out or angry that you “have” to do it, don’t.  God only wants gifts from a willing and cheerful giver, no matter what the pastor says.  Again, this is not for a guest, but it sucks that you have to sit through it because – for some people – this feels like a sales pitch. Don’t feel guilty.  Odds are, the next service will be about something more interesting.

Altar Call

Some churches have what is called an “altar call”.  This is for people who want to come down to the front of the church and be prayed for (by prayer volunteers) or get on their knees and commit their life to Christ.

This is probably the single-most scariest aspect of church:  getting up in front of strangers when you are at your most vulnerable!

When the pastor says, “If anyone would like to come down and…” there are usually two reactions:   “Heck no!” and “I do, but I’m scared.” If you are of the ‘heck no’ variety, stay seated.  Just watch others go up front and see what happens.  If it’s not for you, it’s not for you.

If I haven’t repeated it enough, there is no one-size-fits-all church experience. If, however, you feel this urge to go forward, but you are absolutely terrified that people are staring at you and judging you, ignore everyone and go.  Trust me, if you don’t, it will bug you.  Like a nagging toothache.  If your conscience is propelling you forward, bottle up that courage and go.  What is the worst thing that can happen to you?  You burst into flames?  Someone sees you?   You feel embarrassed?  That passes.  The best thing to happen is that you decide make a change in your heart and your mind and nothing is ever the same.

Church Etiquette

Nothing ruins a service faster than distractions.  It’s essentially movie-theatre etiquette so none of this should come as a surprise.

  • Don’t talk or whisper
  • Turn off your cell phone so it doesn’t ring during service
  • Take fussy babies outside
  • Tablets can be distracting (even if you’re using YouVersion of the Bible app) and even more-so if you switch from scripture to the Stock Exchange
  • Move all the way down the row (yes, you have a better view where you are, but it forces people to hike over you to get to the end and that’s embarrassing if service has already started)
  • If you decide to give, have the correct amount on hand.  Getting “change” just looks weird.

After the Service

Hey, you survived!  Woo!  Great job!

There may be singing at the end before everyone packs up, there may be a quick prayer, and you’re done.  It depends on the church. Many people tend to conglomerate in the halls or some central location at the end of service.  This is usually where they are hanging out, chatting, planning get-togethers, or making lunch plans to go to a nearby restaurant.  You can either join in the fun or slip out invisibly.

If you just want to go home and process everything that just happened, don’t feel obligated to be social.  Church is kind of a big deal.  It’s okay to feel overwhelmed.  Maybe the pastor said a few things and, again, you thought, “Did someone send this guy my diary??”  That happens.  It’s happened a lot, in fact, to church newcomers.  And it’s not by coincidence.

You may find that after service, you’re thinking about what you heard.  You may find that you see “signs” here and there pointing back to church or what the pastor said.  Maybe a radio spot, or something on TV, or a billboard.  That happened to me.  It was like everywhere I turned, I was getting these signs that would answer questions I’d been asking.  And that got me thinking about God.  And that got me thinking about church.  And that got me wanting to attend the next week.

However, if you attended and it just didn’t happen for you.  You heard the words and everyone seemed happy and into it, but it just wasn’t for you, then it just wasn’t for you.

You can examine what your objections are: was something the pastor saying in direct contradiction to a belief or world view that you hold?  Chances are, he did.  God’s perspective and the world’s perspective are often at odds.

Did you not like the service because you felt guilty about something in particular?  Something maybe you didn’t feel guilty about before?  There’s a term for that, it’s called “conviction” and it’s uncomfortable and unpleasant.  But it’s also a really good thing.  Your conscience is being pricked, we believe, by the Holy Spirit, so you can choose to ignore it, or follow up on it.  Maybe you can ask one of your friends. If you’re not at all interested in airing your dirty laundry to friends, then pray.  One of the very first things I prayed for was to not be afraid to find out who God truly is.  You’d think that would be something not even worth praying for, but how many times have we said,

“Oh, well God wouldn’t do that.”

As if we know the mind of God: the creator of the universe.

We like to fit God in a box to make Him more palatable.  We like to pretend we know what He thinks, but we don’t.  Well, there is a lot about Him in the Bible. Sometimes, we create an image of God that lets us do what we want, even though the Bible says it’s not okay.  We do that because we want to do what we’re doing and we don’t want to feel bad about it.  So rather than not do that thing anymore, we justify it.  At some point, we have to take a long hard look at what “that thing” is and decide if we’re going to go our way or God’s way. And, frankly, that is where most people say “no” to church.  They are not willing to walk away from (here’s a neat word for you “repent” – that means turn away from) things like sleeping with their girlfriend before marriage, or not lying, or not lusting after women, or not stealing things from work or downloading software without paying for it, etc.

ProTip:  Before you say ‘no’ to church, ask yourself why and be truly honest in your answer.

If at First You Don’t Succeed…

Some people like church from the first service.  They felt compelled to attend and everything felt like it was just for them.  That was my situation, once I felt compelled to find out more about God.  In fact, the service was so emotional for me, I was grateful that I sat in back because many times during the service I was worried I was going to lose it.  My heart ached.  Tears streamed down my cheeks.  And I had a sense of “my gosh, someone gets it”.

Before I had that calling, church was – frankly – boring.  It was over my head, I thought it was tedious, and none of it really mattered to me.  So, consider that.

If you are just there because you couldn’t get out of a bet or you were pressured, odds are, you didn’t have an open mind and decided before you walked in the door it wasn’t for you.  Okay, but consider the opportunity.   We like to say things like this are not a coincidence.  So consider that for a second.  Is this God’s way of getting your attention?  See if you’d be interested in coming back again.  Maybe there was something you missed.  If not, then maybe now is not the right time for you.  Listen to your heart and if it starts nagging you to go, then go.  There’s a reason for it.

Final Thoughts

ProTip:  Not all churches are created equal.

Like I said, who you are and where you are in your walk will have an impact on the kind of church that appeals to you. If you attend a church and it just doesn’t work for you, but you think it’s the church, not the message, then find another one.  Do some research online and see if there is another church in your area.  Maybe the church for you is in another city.  Never know.  Keep looking.  Again, check out the website and see if you can watch a sermon online.

ProTip:  Don’t judge God by broken humans attending church.

Many times, I have heard people say that the pastor was a hypocrite and so they never attended church again.  In fact, they gave up on religion altogether, surmising it as a scam.  Humans are imperfect.  God isn’t.  Don’t judge Jesus or God by the “Christian” who was rude to you in the coffee line, or the pastor who confessed he committed adultery and was leaving his wife.

We humans are not perfect, even if we’re dressed nice.

As I said in the beginning, many people attend church and some are true believers, some are mature believers, some are new to the faith, some are completely broken, some are just starting to get their lives sorted out, some aren’t believers at all, they just figure that they will go to heaven because they warm a pew each week.

In fact, “church” isn’t a building at all, it’s a group of believers who are gathered together.  A building is just a building.  It’s not magical.  Yes, there can be an energy about a really awesome house of worship where all the believers are on fire for God. Again, don’t take your disappointment out on God because humans let you down.  God will never let you down.  Find another church.

ProTip:  Sometimes, people get it wrong.

Even pastors. Don’t blindly trust a pastor you’ve just met.  They are not all created equal.  Verify what he says against what the Bible says.  Between the Bible and a human being, the Bible wins.  Human beings, with the best of intentions, tend to have human agendas and perspectives, even on scripture.  Sorry, but it’s true.  Any good pastor worth his salt will also tell you to verify and research what he has taught.  That is a biblical teaching.  If you believe that the Bible is the inerrant, inspired word of God (as in, yes, it was written by man, but man is only the instrument, as God is the writer and man is the pen), then the Bible wins out.

There are plenty of Christian resources out there to help you answer questions.  I hope this helps you!

My Life as a Lucy Skit: Episode 1

I like to call this episode:  The Back and the Bottle

For those of you not familiar with my utter disregard for the English language when it comes to phrases, you can check out my Melissaisms post so you understand what a “Lucy skit” is, especially if you were born before the year 1980.

My back has been sore, really sore, for about four weeks now.  Some days, I felt like Fonzie in his “old suit” from Happy Days moaning and groaning as I rolled out of bed.  No, seriously, I literally had to roll out of bed, let my feet flop onto the floor, and then drag myself up by the bedpost.  If it didn’t hurt so much, it’d be pretty hilarious.  Actually, never mind, it hurt and it’s still funny.  Laugh away.  It took me three minutes to make my way to the bathroom for morning ablutions (which is not the same as absolutions, by the way).

Anyway, on this particular day, the pain was so bad that I just decided to stay in bed, rock the heating pad, and catch up on Season 1 of Suits.  Epicurially speaking, I was exceptionally well stocked with my Trader Joes baked corn chips, a big bottle of orange seltzer fresh from the frigid-y fridge, and my iPad.  There may have been some chocolate.  Look, I’m wounded, chocolate heals all ailments.  Don’t you judge me!

So I’m flopped down in bed, pillow under my knees, heating pad scorching my back (I really need to figure out how to lower the temp on that thing), enjoying the episode of Suits where Harvey and his protege, Mike, trade witty movie quotes and Harvey solves an insolvable legal situation within the last three minutes of the episode, when I have this strange thought:

Huh…this bottle of seltzer sure is sweating.

I touch my leg and it’s damp.  Seriously, people, this is the way my mind works.  I think:

Wow, that fridge must have been cold.

I ignore the bottle and continue watching the show.  Did I notice that the bottle was on its side?  Sure, but the cap was on.  That’s the great thing about caps: they keep the liquid inside the bottle.

I finish the episode and move on to the next one.  But my leg is really wet now and so I tap it again.  Then, I partially lift the covers and see a wet spot the size of a baseball on the bed.  My first thought is:

But the cap was closed…

Or was it?

Doesn’t matter.  This looks bad and there is no way I can pin it on the cat.  Cats simply do not urinate orange seltzer.  Plus, I get it into my head that my husband is going to think that I wet the bed in the middle of the afternoon.  (Swing back to the illogical comment about urine and smell.)

So, after a moment or two of, “I can’t believe that bottle leaked”, now I’m cheesed because my back hurts and I gotta hide the evidence that I was eating in bed!  Okay, corn chips, tossed on the floor.  Luckily, they landed open side up or that would have added insult to injury.  Get it?  Injury?  Back injury?  Whatever.  The mint M&Ms (oh right, that’s what I was eating) land on the night table beside me, clicking against each other in the (thankfully) sealed bag.

At this point, it still hasn’t dawned on me that liquid and a heated blanket make for “electrifying”, yet potentially Darwinian, stories and that I’d probably dodged a major bullet.  I managed to wriggle gracelessly out from under it and drop it on the floor.

I finally (again) flop myself off the bed, but not before fighting with the cover sheet and comforter, which had suddenly wound themselves around my legs and the pillow while I was trying to escape from the heating pad.  Let me tell you, every single twist ached.  You know the kind.  The one where you surprise yourself with a yelp.   I was like a puppy surprised by the bite of a really big flea.

Okay, now that I’m finally out of the bed, I have to bend over and pull all the covers back to get a good look at the mattress.

Wow.  That’s a lot of liquid.

That’s not a baseball, that’s a beach ball!

We’ve had an issue with particularly industrious (and committed) ants in the kitchen lately and I start to freak out, thinking all sorts of inane things.  You’d think I was on some kind of psychotropic drug with all the freakouts, but no, it’s just my own mind doing it’s thing.  So I have this scenario in my head where these ants somehow make their way from the kitchen, all the way through the living-room, down the hall, into our bedroom, smack dab into the middle of the mattress.  And then I start to imagine all these little creatures nested inside the bed,  burrowing and having babies, waiting until the black of night when we’re asleep and unaware, to slip out and start walking over my face and arms.  I started feeling invisi-ants immediately.  (Seriously, I just had to check my arm.  Even just writing this, I totally thought I had one walking over it.)

Not much I can do about the mattress, so I have to lug that freaking comforter off the bed.  The cat freaks out and thinks it’s play time at the zoo.  He launches himself onto the covers and has a field day.  Now I have to get the fitted sheet off the bed, along with the pillow top cover thingy, which means (you guessed it) more leaning, more stretching, more groans.

Rather than just lift and carry, instead, I grab the fitted/pillowtop and drag them down the hall.  Miko goes crazy and chases the sheet all the way down the hall.  I have to somehow get this mass of fabric out the door without the cat (who is an indoor cat, but likes to spontaneously make a break for it when the side door is open), down the steps, close the door (more twiiiiistinggggg), and into the garage where the washer and dryer are.

Mission one accomplished, I go back inside where the cat was waiting for me with his nose pressed against the crack of the door, ready to bolt.  One stern command from me and he backed off.  I was in no mood!

Now I have to go back for the dang comforter, which is bulky and heavy and wetter than I thought.  If I can’t lift some iddy biddy sheet and a pillow top, you know I’m going to be miserable with this thing.  So, whatever.  Deal, Mel.  I grab it and begin dragging.  This thing is far more voluminous that the other fabric and it’s clunky!  I’m draaaaaagging it through the house, doing a little impromptu floor sweep as I make my way down the hall, and draaaag it through the recycle bags, and the cat dish, and the shoes, and the ant traps right by the door in the kitchen.

Another warning to the cat as I slide open the dining room door and haul that thing outside, close the door and try and flop it on the outdoor chair to air out.  Well, I can’t get the stupid thing to hang right so that the wet part is facing the sun!  So I’m fiddling with this fabric monstrosity, grabbing (and pulling, and tweaking my back) more chairs over so finally I have this tent-like structure made out of comforter in the backyard.

I get back inside and open the sliding glass door in the bedroom with the hope that the breeze will help with speed-drying the mattress.  It didn’t occur to me that perhaps a door to the outside world just a few feet away was even easier access for ants.  Unlike the kitchen, say, which was all the way on the other side of the house.  Finally, I just had to accept the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to replace the mattress with a new one by the time Ron got home and maybe ants weren’t attracted to orange seltzer.  It’s not like it was a sugar-filled (‘scuse me, corn syrup-filled) bottle of Coke.  Maybe seltzer (even flavoured) was too bitter to even be appetizing?

Back to the bed.  I’m not even near done.  I still have to replace the fitted sheet!

Anyone who has ever made a bed knows that the fitted sheet is the worst part.  The leaning.  The bending.  The lifting.  The slip of fabric falling back.  The lifting again.  The tucking.  The realization that the stupid sheet is facing the wrong direction!  So now I gotta fight with that.

Again, the cat’s riding the sheet like it’s Splash Mountain in Disneyland.  I’m not going to lie when I say to you that I considered just locking him inside it, cute or not.

So all of this pretty much kills my movement-free day.  Hours later, the sheets have been replaced, the bed is made.  Before Ron even had a chance to ask, I had to spill my guts about the seltzer.

After all that, his response was:

That mattress hurts my back.  We should replace it .

Roll credits.

And yes, the cat was all up in my grill when I pulled the comforter inside, dragged it down the halls (through the stuff, and stuff), and up onto the bed to make it.  Again, he was all yeehaaaaa!!! flinging himself on top of the comforter, under it, around it, like a cowboy on a bucking bronco.  Clearly, if he was a good cat, he would have been more sensitive to the fact that Mommy’s back hurt and to knock that crap off!

Seriously, this is just a day in the life of me.  I can’t make this stuff up.

Video: Despicable Me’s Best of Agnes

I don’t know how I managed not to see Despicable Me in the two years since its release, but I made up for it two days ago on iTunes.

Can I just say:

Loved it!

I thought it was going to be about some crotchety villain doing bad stuff. Somehow, I totally missed the part about three orphan girls and dismissed the whole matter entirely. Then, a few weeks ago, my husband and I went to see a movie and watched the trailer for Despicable Me 2.

So, for Father’s Day, my husband opted to watch that. (Jack the Giant Slayer was second choice and I totally dodged the bullet on some crime drama.)

Agnes was ADORABLE! I mean cute with the foofy ponytail and big brown puppy eyes, but that voice and those subtle inflections just sold it for me! So, since I’m still high on the cuteness of not only Agnes, but the movie itself, I thought I’d share the love.

Enjoy!

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Church

So, I volunteer at my church on Tuesdays to help with cooking.  It’s funny that I’d volunteer for this because I don’t particularly like cooking.  I do, however, love to talk and that’s what we do while we’re cooking so it works out beautifully.  Actually, that’s not true.  I like cooking, just not on a schedule.  Only when I’m “in the mood”.  Oddly enough, doing it for a cause makes it fun.  Who knew?

Anyway, so this kitchen has utensils and such, but they’re donated and things get misplaced or disappear or fall apart.  Ultimately, a bit of a mish-mash of stuff.  So I decided, after a quick conversation with a fellow volunteer about how awesome ceramic knives are, to go out and buy some knives so I could take one with me.  That way, I always had the right tool for the job.  Seriously, cutting vegetables with a boning knife does not work.
Coolest Knives EverMy husband and I went to Sears and I picked up these super awesome colour- coded knives.

Red is for meat.

Green is for vegetables.

Yellow is for poultry.

Blue is for fish.

Is that not the best???

Get it?  Water is blue,  and fish swim in water, and so it’s like this whole mental connection to the colour.  Brilliant!!!!!

I joke, but seriously, I was really excited about this.   To know me is to understand that little things like colour-coded knives, like flannel or bubble wrap, make my day.

Awwwweeeeesoommmmeeee!

Okay, so somewhere along the line of falling in love with the pricelessness of the color-coding, I somehow neglected to notice that they’re not actually ceramic.  They’re stainless steel.  But they’re colourful!

Anyway, moving on.  So one of the other issues in the kitchen was that the gloves were a “one size fits all” kind of deal, and anyone who has shrimpy hands like I do, knows that one size truly does not fit all.   On the first day helping out, I lopped off the tip of my glove.  I may as well have been wearing mittens.  So I decided to pick some up.  How hard can it be to find food prep gloves?

Uhm, well, apparently pretty hard.  We went to two stores and everything was this One Size Fits All conspiracy.

So I hopped onto Amazon, spent about 45 minutes researching, and found some really awesome gloves that are not latex, fit like a – I’m gonna say it – glove, and can be found in size small.  AND…they’re purple.  Who doesn’t love to rock the purple when you’re preparing food?  Amirite?!

Okay, for the record, none of this has anything to do with the title of the post.  I just wanted to set the stage.

I’m running late and I knew I’d be bringing my knife with me and a set of gloves.  So I threw the gloves in a ziploc bag (why, I don’t know, to keep them together?) and tossed the knife (okay, I didn’t “toss” it, I placed it carefully, sharp side down) in my purse.  I pranced to the car, high on my own brilliance at finding the perfect glove, and made my way to church.

CHiPsAbout fifteen minutes into the drive, I hit bumper-to-bumper traffic.  Ugh.  Always the same spot, too.  Anyway, I’m just rocking out to my iTunes and staring at the vanity license plate in front of me, trying to figure out the wordplay, when a Police Officer on a motorcycle pulls up beside me and looks over.

And then it kind of dawns on me that I have surgical gloves and a brilliant red knife jutting out of my purse.

I know I’m heading to church to chop vegetables, but he doesn’t know that.  I start to freak out a little, wondering what he’s thinking.  Does he think I’m off to hack up someone and dispose of a body?  Is he going to pull me over?  Am I going to end up on the evening news?  Is there a law against carrying a knife in your purse?

You know how someone says things like, “Don’t look” or “Be cool” to you and your natural instinct is to do the opposite?  I start freaking out.  In trying to be oh-so laissez-faire about the whole thing, I just looked guilty.  Luckily, the police officer just glanced, ignored me (and my obvious distress), and scooched through traffic between lanes off into the wild blue yonder.

Crisis averted.

It made for a great story when I got to church.