An Intro

I think I've figured out how to get my first name off the blog, so I can exist in a little bubble of internet anonymity, so I'll just call myself Queen Mum. I'm living in the not-too-deep South. A Presbyterian pastor married to a Methodist pastor (let's call him Mr. Incredible), raising Lutheran kids. (Our standard joke.....) Actually they split up with us on Sundays, an unfortunate but necessary parting of the family ways. They are WonderBoy (9) and SuperGirl (6). We all gather back at the Methodist parsonage after worship and collapse until meetings later in the day.

I'm serving a very old country-going-suburban church as a part time Parish Associate. Mostly Education, some preaching and random other duties. I've been on sort of on-again off-again sick leave this year since I was diagnosed with breast cancer in March. My very first mammogram!! Thank God for modern medicine and all that, but holy crap, my first mammogram?! Four surgeries later I find myself about to preach my first sermon in a long time on Sunday....I'm thinking Zaccheus. I just can't do Job from the lectionary yet. Have done it in the past, and it was a kick-ass sermon, if I do say so myself, but can't do it yet this go 'round. Still feel like I'm sitting on the ash heap, some days. So I'm messing around with this new blog instead of writing the sermon.

I am a lousy housekeeper, and have learned to embrace it. I love reading, mostly contemporary fiction, an occasional mystery, essays and memoirs. Love movies, especially going to the theater all by myself and crying in the dark with my very own popcorn, but how often does THAT happen? DVDs do otherwise. I wish I could knit better. I wish I were a novelist. I have considered going to library school. Someday I'll exercise more. I can't decide what size boobs to end up with when reconstruction is done....I am an INFP. I have realized this year that I actually have more friends than I thought I did, but none of them live near enough to go grab a cup of coffee. I hate forwarded emails, especially the ones that tell you to send the thing to 10 friends if you love them or Jesus or else you must not REALLY love them. Who needs more guilt like that in your inbox?

Emails I look forward to:
* The Daily Lectionary, even though I have only been reading the first Psalm all year.
* Anything from my sisters (rare, but sometimes include pictures of nieces and nephews)
* Anything from my college friends (who have been group emailing for about 10 years, is that possible?)
* Writings from other women in my writing group, all mothers who have lost children. We get together twice a year and drink wine, eat food, write and cry and laugh. Laugh a lot. No one believes that, but we do.
* A Seminary friend's annual Hoops Pool, which I have won more often than anyone else, because I always pick Duke to win it all, and sometimes they do. Maybe this year. Hope springs eternal.