What happened tonight in US History class…

Teacher: ‘Sorry, where are we at? I got distracted by vibrators.’
Girl Behind Me: ‘That’s what she said.’


What’s the best ‘that’s what she said’ you’ve ever heard?


Some Serious Soul Searching

I grew up in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  In Lancaster, I have a great church, wonderful friends, awesome community, and the most amazing support system that a girl could wish for.  I love the dear, dear friends that I have there.  I love the breakfast dates where we challenge each other in our lives, our relationships, our faith.  I love that I can call someone when I need to talk, or when I need someone to really ask me how I am doing, or to keep me accountable.  I miss being that intimately connected with other people’s lives.  When I joined the Navy, the first place that I was stationed was Charleston, SC.  I loved living in Charleston, and I had a great church and small group, and there was some good community there.  Not as much as in Lancaster, but that level takes time to build.  Then I moved to Norfolk, VA.

God handed me exactly what I needed in Norfolk.  I had a church in Norfolk where every single Sunday, the pastor preached about exactly what I needed to hear.  It’s like he had my brain wired and every single sermon was exactly what God was trying to beat into my head throughout the week or on an issue about which I had been struggling.  In Norfolk, I found the older Christian mentor about whom I’ve been praying for so many years. Older, wise, kids out of the house, limited work hours, available for lunch on the spur of the moment.  Terri was wonderful, and I miss her dearly.  In Norfolk, I lived with two fantastic Christian girls, one of whom has been a dear friend for many years.  Together, we challenged each other, knew what was going on in each others lives, asked the hard questions, were there to comfort through hard times, and were available to laugh, cry, have ice cream, or watch cheesy indian movies whenever that was necessary.  And in Norfolk, I had an amazing counselor.  She wouldn’t let me hid from the issues I was dealing with.  She wouldn’t let me shove things into a box.  She forced me to look at what God was trying to teach me, to sit in my proverbial meadow and listen, to grow closer to Jesus.  She was amazing.

Now I live in San Diego.  In San Diego, I have a few good friends, a couple of friendly acquaintances which may develop into friendships, no Christian friends who really know me, no church yet, no small group, no community.  I have been realizing that I really miss this community, and my life is missing something important without it.  But I’ve been getting glimmers of it, here and there.  Mostly related to my dog.  The same group of people are at the dog park every morning, and I’m starting to see that community.  I just started running with a running buddy and am starting to see that community.  There are tons of them, and I don’t know how to find them.  I feel like God is trying to tell me something, or show me something, and I’m not sure what yet.

How do you find community where you live?  When you move?  What community is most important to you?


My husband left yesterday for a several month underway.  Yesterday was spent doing the ‘required’ (apparently) moping/retail therapy/eating crap food.  Almost.  I dropped Husband off at work at 6:30 and headed over to the dog park with Ginger for her morning run.  While we were there, I started talking to this lady who was there with her two dogs.  I asked her if she was a runner, because I’m trying to start running but I have zero motivation, so I was going to maybe ask about running clubs in the area or whatnot.  Well, as it turns out, she is recovering from an injury and hasn’t been running in a little while but was really excited that I asked her about running because she needs motivation to start running again and is having trouble getting it.  We exchanged numbers and left with our dogs.  I went home, moped about the (gloomy) weather and my (gloomy) mood for a while, and contemplated a day of sweats, naps, cheesy movies, and pizza.  I ended up going down to the exchange at 32nd St with a friend, eating lunch and doing some retail therapy.  Then I got my hair cut, complete with some uber-cute new bangs, and just after I walked in the door, my new friend called and asked if I wanted to go running.  So I did.

The run was not very full of consistent running, but it was a pretty good workout and I pushed myself pretty hard.  I thought that I was going to be super sore today, but I was feeling pretty good.  After Ginger and I got back from the park this morning, I went to the gym and biked for 20 minutes both in preparation for the bike that I’d like to buy shortly and also to keep myself loose for my run tomorrow.  I don’t know what happened between yesterday and today, but I got so much crap done today.  I’m never this motivated.  I dropped Ginger off at the groomers (sand/dirt/grass dog park + several days of rain + rain while at the dog park + dog who spends most of her time playing with other dogs being rolled and tumbled around = very dirty dog), and then I cleaned my kitchen from top to bottom, vacuumed and steam cleaned my living room carpet, threw away tons of trash, went grocery shopping, went to Target for a new coffee maker (complete with timer!) and rain boots, put away groceries, set up my brand new bright red Kitchen-Aid, ran the dishwasher, and did three loads of laundry, including the slipcover for our couch. AND I cooked and ate a healthy dinner for myself tonight.  The only conclusion that I can come to is that maybe Husband needs to go away more often, and that is not acceptable.  Hopefully I can keep this up, and it wasn’t just a fluke.  We shall see……