From pirates to preaching, I need help.

Today: my first non-Sunday (Sunday is fun) full work day since I left last week for the Festival of Homiletics and all I did was go to a meeting and answer emails. In addition, I discoverd that my favorite restaurant in Austin no longer serves my favorite meal. Lame. So, needless to say, i wish I was back in Nashville listening to great preachers instead of planning what I will preach, and hanging out with friends watching ridonculous television instead of hanging out with my computer.

Miss you! I even miss Sam asking me, "How was the festival today?" as if I were eating turkey legs, dancing barefoot in a big bosomed dress and swinging on a viking boat.

Good news to juxtapose sitting in front of a computer for hours and losing my favorite tuna sandwich (wheat bread toasted with no onions) at Opal Divine's is that I returned to three friends in town only one of whom I knew would be there. So I traded old friends for other old friends and that's always a nice transition back to routine because it keeps things mixed up for a while.


(Dang, these pics are a little outdated. Jos, that pic is from 04. We need a new one!!)

More good news came when i discovered that the friends I promised to hang out with tonight wanted to see Pirates III. YES! If you haven't seen the movie yet, stop reading now. Although all i will say is, I'm a little confused. Do they only get one visit every 10 years? Or after 10 years does he get to come home for good? Is he dead or alive? I need clarification and I needed a kleenex through the last 10 minutes. Oh wait, I mean for the 10 minutes before the 10 minutes of credit and then the last scene that ended the movie. For the former 10 minutes I could have used a tissue cause the tears just flowed down my cheeks and onto my shirt.

I have also officially dumped Toby for Orlando. Unfortunatley, Johnny's out of my league. Sigh* Although, I haven't see Spider Man III yet and that may swing my heart's jury back toward Toby. it's a hard call.

And so I'm left with the question "How can I put so much creativity into my mind and heart last week and this and still lack the inspiration to write my sermon?" Not to mention that I had to borrow a friend's car this weekend that has FM satellite and I listened to dialogue and songs from musicals old and new every time I was in the car...

I have stimulated the brain and nothing's coming out.

Augh.

Or as Captain Barbossa would say, Arrrgh...