WOOOT! Buttinski Chick (BC) got SHOT DOWN! In FLAMES, she was! Oh, wait. I’m not supposed to rejoice in that, am I. Um. Wow. OK, um…. oops?
I went to the church office to pull the music and she informed me that “apparently” the worship team would be choosing the music. HAH. Take THAT, little miss “oh, I’ll be GLAD to choose it all mySELLLLF, since I am sooooo much more qualified.”
DURN. I rejoiced again, didn’t I? *sigh* I guess I need to light a candle and repent or something. Not that I’m penitent. Not at ALL. I don’t think it counts if you don’t mean it.
I actually went so far as to print out the memo today, and I am glad I did. It was even more insulting than I remembered. Why, yes, I AM a glutton for punishment. Why do you ask? It goes back to wanting to know what’s being said about me. When she told me the session’s decision, she had a “tone.” It said, “… against my better judgement and in spite of the fact that I told them SEVERAL times they shouldn’t make that choice.” She didn’t say that out loud, which is why it makes me so angry. Just be honest and tell me you threw us under the bus, you… you… you RAT.
*huffpuffhuffpuff*
Look. I know why she did it. I know we (the WT) weren’t exactly receptive to having the Pastor choose the music. There is so much back story here it would take a very long post or two to really get you in the know, but the short of it is that there is another very strong-willed woman on the WT, and BC can’t stand her OR her husband. SW and her hubby (who has his PhD, btw) were the most vocal complainers. BUT. It’s one of those log-in-the-eye situations, and frankly, their little wars irritate the snot out of me amuse me. They try to out-sing each other on Sundays, and I am sure that this is more of a personal attack on the other singer than a lack of confidence in the WT as a whole.
Still. That’s a bridge smoldering for me. I’m gonna be very careful before I try to open it up for traffic. The saddest part is that BC and I were friends before she and her hubby went to grad school for 2 years. When they came back, they had a newborn in tow and the same arrogant attitudes pouring out. We haven’t been out together a single time in the year since they came back, so I basically lost that friendship. We still chat occasionally, but it’s casual now. And after this? It will stay that way for me, and I’m ok with that.
Gyah. I sound twelve. Meh.
On the home front, the babies have discovered the outdoors. When I came home last night, I had one missing, but I could hear him in the yard. I found him about 12 feet up a tree, stuck. Poor little boy. He was screaming his little lungs out, but he was too high for me to get a ladder. Wouldn’a helped. I talked to him, tried to coax him down, and he really RILLY tried. He was just too scared. Then mama came to the rescue!
She was frantically trying to figure out how to get to him, and she finally took a flying leap and went all the way up. He’s too big for her to grab. Dangit. Now what? She talked to him, told him to turn around, and then went down the tree. He came down about a foot. She went back up, showed him again. He came down to a lower fork, but still out of reach. Repeat the scene 2 more times, and little Leo was within reach, and I grabbed him and brushed the ants off him. He isn’t terribly affectionate… kinda shy… but last night he collapsed under my hands and let me rub and scratch and pet him, all the while with the motor running full tilt. He even let me comb the trash out of his fur.
Ashes, she is a good mama. Loves her babies, she does. Kinda makes me sad to break up the family.
And? Boo came home. She hasn’t stayed inside at night for months, but she’s home again, sitting here with me, sleeping in my arms. That’s MY Love Thursday right there. Two down, 3 to go.
Later…
Awww. Sweet little kitties always melt me. In a much better way than two hours in the heat and humidity melt me. 🙂
What a whacked situation with the woman at church. Tell me again why you’re still there? Ai!