I don't spend a lot of time prattling on about being a "pastor's wife". In part, because I hate the term and all it implies. Also because it doesn't mean that much to me. I'm married to a great guy. He happens to be a pastor.

But this time of year we're out and about at the parties socializing with new people, many of whom want to know what I do as a pastor's wife.

Nothing, is my usual response. It's not entirely true, but it makes me laugh to see people drop their jaw. I watch them imagine the mind boggling possibility of a pastor's wife who doesn't do it all at the church.

A response that my "pastor's wife" friend has used before is, "My job is to keep my husband satisfied in a way no other church member can". I'm a little to shy to work that line, but maybe I'll give it a try sometime.

So for everyone who wonders what a pastor's wife does in her spare time, I'm not sure about the other pastor's wives, but I like to spend snowy days off work making miniature igloos and snow angels.



Note the moat with the drawbridge around the igloo. There's just enough room inside for a small rabbit or squirrel to shelter through a Buffalo storm.

My supervisor popped in my cubicle to ask about the whereabouts of my neighbor in the cubicle next to me.

He then looked at me awkwardly for a few seconds. He's so transparent. Inside his head, I saw him thinking: I have ignored Janelle for two solid days. I have barely acknowledged her existence. I haven't even said hello. Quick, think of something to say so she doesn't think I'm completely socially incompetent and indifferent to her.

"So ... Janelle ... How are you?"

"Great, Mr. Supervisor"

The exchange went on a little longer than that and I managed to make a joke. But then off he went. And I just cracked up at my desk. Probably sounded crazy to the ladies on the other side of the cubicle. Oh, well.

We are looking for a pet sitter on Dec 26th and Dec 27th. You would only need to come in on the afternoon/evening of the 26th and then twice on the 27th.

The lucky volunteer might receive goodies from Trader Joes in Pgh!

As happy as I am that the governor of Illinois is finally getting his comeuppance, I hope that this is just one more stepping stone to taking down the dynasty of Chicago and upstate politics known as the Daley family which has worked every which way to screw over downstate Illinois.

Go downstate!

We had a fixture in our bathtub break off. It is the fixture that controls the plug to make the tub drain or retain water. It was beyond our ability to repair, sadly. After a couple of months of a do-it-yourself fix using a wire coat hanger (hat tip to Drew on that one), we finally called a plumber.

We got charged a lot of money for the plumber to put two holes in our wall. Whatever homeowner put the plumbing in must have been awfully optimistic that there would never be a plumbing problem, because they didn't put in an access door to the plumbing. I guess they won, because we're the ones stuck with the problem.

Apparently, putting holes in the wall was a hit or miss kind of thing because here's hole #1 leading to nothing:


And here's hole #2 which led to what he needed:


And here's the two fixtures that he replaced in the bathtub I now need to clean:


Apparently the large sum he charged us didn't include putting a door on or replacing the plaster or tidying up a bit in the bathroom. So, we'll be doing those fun little projects ourselves.