One husbandface, one Binface, one bottle of wine, two guitars, one box drum. Singing, playing, hitting and ending up with some quality glee 🙂
A word about Lent.
Reblogging is lazy, but I don’t care. From 2 years ago, again tired of the misunderstandings around lent.
“Today marks the start of Lent. Which depending on your background might leave you feeling guilty that you haven’t even managed to give up chocolate for today let alone 40 days, for others it’s a general shrug of the shoulder at those Pharisaical Anglicans. At somepoint in the history of the church (if I cared more I’d look it up and tell you) it was deemed a Good Idea to create a Christian Calender to mark important occasions down each year so we’d remember Jesus a whole lot more than we do. Thus Easter, Christmas, Lent, Advent and a whole host of other days that are too numerous to put here.
Lent is one of those occasions in which the real meaning has been taken over others. Either by self help gurus to help us improve ourselves by being thinner (who decided thin was good and fat was bad in the moral code of life anyway?). Or it’s one of those things that smug people like to deride in a I’m so free I don’t need to be disciplined for 40 days kind of a way. Both approaches have little merit. Feel free to ignore Lent by all means, but try not to be smug about it. And feel free to observe Lent but please do more than give up chocolate. At least find a good reason for giving up chocolate. Maggi Dawn explains all this far more eloquently than I ever could.
So, if you give up chocolate do it because Jesus is sweeter and we need him in our lives. Find it hard and feel your need of God. But here’s 5 things that might be better than giving up chocolate this Lent and feeling fairly smug about it.
1. Turn off the TV for half an hour a day. Read through the gospels in that time.
2. Feast on chocolate each weekend and remember the Good Provider of it all.
3. Use your time in a different way, do something nobody sees or notices that really helps someone. Don’t tell anyone about it.
4. Actually fast for one day a week. Let it remind you of how much we need God.
5. Wake up each morning and remember that you are a dearly loved child of God. Enjoy that for a bit. Smile. Tell someone else who they are.
Really, do anything that reminds you that you are a creature in the hands of a quite brilliant creator.”
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Night in/Night out
Last night: 8 people in the flat. We ate sushi with the delightful yet surreal addition of Wotsits. Talk, honesty, reality, psalm 33 and prayer followed. We bundled into coats and hats in the corridor and headed out on the icy roads to the seafront for this: Brighton Pier as a green ghost. Reminded of why we love Brighton as we join others in the freezing cold for this spectacle.
“Drink?” We drove off in search of a pub near free parking and found the wonderfully daft Bali Brasserie and Tropical Bar. Long mirrored corridor to get in, steel bar stools, carpeted bar, ginger wine, no-one else around, jazz from the 40s playing in the background. We played pool and marvelled at the surroundings. All in all a beautiful night in and night out in Brighton.
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offensive?
Monday. Lunchbreak.
I can’t contain it any longer. I hate the word Hubby. If someone asks me how my hubby is one more time I shall possibly shoot them. Seriously, is there a more degrading word? (obviously there is, but my desire for hyperbole in my life grows ever stronger when I think about this word.) It makes my husband sound like a wet blanket, a teddy, it makes us sound like we talk sickening sweet talk to each other in the middle of the night (we might do but that really isn’t to be displayed to the rest of the world), it makes us sound like all we do all day is buy those cards with the annoying teddybears on them (the grey ones, you know…) and send them to each other with fake messages to make you vomit. Hubby is a degrading word, it makes my husband sound like my pet. He’s really not.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t apologise if you use this word on a regular basis. At somepoint the madness has to stop.
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Lets start a band…
One of my favourite things to do in all the world is hit things rhythmically. I have recently acquired a new and pretty toy to do this with; a Cajon Drum, geniusly meaning I can now get a snare and bass sound out a small box. The other members of the band ooooed and ahhhhed over it last night as we had our first practice in ages. Weddings got in the way for a while but finally we are back on target, with an aim and a goal: Do a gig in the next 3 months. I think it’s worth stating that aim here.
Anyway here’s a snap shot of last night:
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The Long Walk Home 