Celebrity Doppelgangers

All right, for some reason I can't rearrange uploaded pictures on blogger very well, which means that the comedic punch of this post is going to be all messed up.

Celebrity doppelganger week on Facebook. So who

are the celebrities around our house?

Well, I have a few I would like to claim.

My doctor thinks I look like Natalie Merchant.

Jennifer Tilly has been suggested to me by Miss Cindy. Here's a picture where she is not showing her enormous bozooms.

I'd like to say Moon Bloodgood.

But the most common celebrity lookalike comment I get is Jo from the Facts of Life, Nancy McKeon.

Fr. Hubby has a few. I'd say Alec Baldwin.

Or Dane Cook.

Or his half latin brother, Charlie Sheen.

I found out that Naomi's BF could pass for Gerard Butler.

We know that SteVB could be brother to Matt Giraud.

Naomi has a good Katy Perry look.

And Jessica always would get confused for Hilary Duff. For some reason especially when she worked at Coldstone. I guess people who go to Coldstone think Hilary Duff's twin would work at Coldstone serving them ice cream.

So who is your celebrity?

Exciting Trinity Sunday at All Saints

It was such an exciting day. Dramatic, or as Nadia says, "amatic," to say the least.

First, somehow they didn't get all the bulletins I printed. We were short of bulletins, even though I printed the ususal number. I think there was a bulletin thief around. I gave up my bulletin and had to fake it when everyone was reciting the psalm.

DH was losing his voice. He wasn't wearing a mic either. It's so interesting when you are unsure whether or not the preacher is going to be able to continue.

Next, several new songs in the mix. And the musicians were standing up instead of sitting down. Very nice.

Fourth, SteVB and Nick the Cool sang a "ska" type song during offertory that had me thinking. And "I was thinking Bob Marley, yeah!" If only they had dreds, it would have been even more effective. But somehow SteVB is adamantly against growing dredlocks, even as much as we heckle him about it.

Fifth, DH was cracking during some of his sung liturgy during communion. Several of the people in church were giving each other covert looks and trying not to react. But if he had cracked one more time I think we would have been all giggly.

Sixth, during the time of ministry, POP! the power went out. Yikes! And it was 108 degrees today at church.

• The musicians went unplugged. Jess had to strum like the dickens, and the singers had to shout it out. SteVB, who was using an electric guitar, had to take Jessica's acoustic guitar and play it mighty loud during St. Michael's.
• The alarms starting going off, until Mae somehow figured out how to reset them.
• The kids started screaming in the nursery. We brought them into the sanctuary and opened the curtains so there would be some light.
• I started to wonder if KFC would also have a power outage, thereby keeping us from fried chicken lunch, and also if our home would be out of power, rendering our refrigerator full of food from Costco bad and us with no air conditioning. Luckily, the power outage was confined to the neighborhood of the church.
• We had to sing all of the praise songs from memory because we could not see the overhead projector. And we suddenly all came down with Alzheimers' so the music team had to carry it.

Seventh, SteVB took out the trash after church and the trash can fell down, and tons of poo poo diapers fell on the sidewalk and he had to pick him up with his young man hands, which are not used to poo poo diapers and were totally grossed out. It was pretty funny.
Eighth, Nadia told the kids in the nursery that our house burned to the ground and we were moving to South America. So those kids spent time after they returned to the service convincing their mothers "really, Nadia said so! they are moving to South America!" And their mothers thought "hmm, I think we would have heard if their house burned to the ground..."
Ninth, we got home and Nadia was playing catch with one of the Brothers' House guys and fell and got a bloody nose.
Tenth, Jessica found that one of the dogs had gotten into the pool and chewed her brand new pool floatie. We used it for the first time yesterday. Anger all around.
Yep. A very exciting Sunday. It was so exciting, that now I am going to take a nap. Such a day.

Buffalo Chicken Wing Throwdown

Just a quick stop in the middle of watching Bobby Flay's Throwdown - and by the way, he has added a cute new little delivery of the throwdown piece to it (sort of like Dinner Impossible, but who's noticing? OK, I am).

First of all, have I mentioned how much I LOVE the Frank's Hot Sauce? It's the heart of buffalo wing-ness.

Oh. Second of all, I looked up the episode and got the spoiler so I knew that Bobby lost.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_bt/episode/0,2857,FOOD_26696_51100,00.html

But third of all, I got a call from our pal Don, who was recommending his neck doctor, and got all distracted from blogging and TV. So, through the wonders of TIVO, I will go back and view the episode. I can double-task, like watch TV and blog at the same time, but I cannot triple-task, and watch TV and blog and talk on the phone at the same time. $5.95 a month for TIVO. It's the greatest thing ever.

So, back to my point - if I have one - Bobby Flay's Buffalo Wing Throwdown. Since we are addicted to all things buffalo wing these days, it was a great episode.

And here for your amusement is

Joann's Very Popular Buffalo Chicken:

1 value pack of chicken thighs and legs (3 or 4 lbs. worth)
1 package of Shake n Bake Chicken
1 cup of Frank's hot sauce
2/3 cup of butter

Bake the chicken with Shake n Bake according to directions on the package. When it's almost done, in a separate bowl, melt the butter. Add the Frank's hot sauce and whisk. When the chicken is finished, dip the baked chicken into the Frank's sauce. Serve to a very happy family, hopefully with potatoes and a nice green salad.

A Pain in the Neck

Please pray for Fr. Hubby, whose neck pain has gotten pretty strong these last few months...it is pretty tough to deal with such debilitating pain.

Unfortunately his high pain tolerance may not be so good for him.

Pastoral Car Chase

We made a dinner last night for another pastor in town, whose wife just had a baby. He is home with three kids, so we thought we'd help a brother out and send over some food.

Since he is a nice hapa boy originally from Hawaii, and she is a nice Japanese American girl from near our old hometown, I thought that in addition to the chicken and broccoli and rice that we sent over that I'd make some mochi. So I got the stuff, and made a nice mochi, cut it all up, put it in little fancy muffin papers, put it in a nice tin and all.

Then, stupidly, I forgot to pack it in the basket when DH went to go deliver the dinner.

Now, I should stop here to mention that this pastor is really Fr. Hubby's friend and not that well known to me. I have seen him twice or so, but we would not recognize each other at the supermarket. Well, unless he was wearing his collar. Or I was standing next to Fr. Hubby.

So anyway, after church today me and the kids headed over to Pastor Hapa's house to deliver the mochi that we had forgotten. (Of course, Fr. Hubby has to get to church earlier and we never drive to church together, so he was not with us). We pulled up in front of the Hapa house, and we could see they were in their van, pulling out of the driveway and all packed up and ready to go somewhere. I turned around and another minivan got in between us. I honked, trying to make him stop. No one listened to me. They all started to pull away.

The kids started to yell to stop him. Tough to achieve, since our windows were rolled up. I honked and gave chase. We were going to have to run him down. Kids were cheering, I was on a mission to catch him. We headed to the stoplight, unfortunately it was green. We tailgated minivan #2, kept speeding along, and luckily Pastor Hapa's minivan went into the next turn signal lane. And there was space next to them.

We pulled next to Pastor Hapa, and rolled down Naomi's passenger side window. He rolled down his window, looked at us like we were nuts. "Can I help you?" he said.

At this point maybe I should have said:

1. Um, yes, can I have a cheeseburger and fries?

2. Your minivan or your life

or

3. Hey Homie, let's go see what these vans can do and race for pinks.

Momentarily stunned, I realized he didn't know who we were. I mumbled "We...are..."

"Oh yeah!! Hi?" he responded. I guess he figured it out. Naomi handed him the box of mochi through the window, and he took it. (You never want to turn down a nice box of mochi, no matter what crazy people who stop you in the intersection and give it to you.)

Then we all happily drove away.

It was the most exciting dinner delivery we've ever had.

Soccer

 

I am attaching video clips to this post - a first, we are breaking new technical ground! Now, I myself am always afraid to click on videos because I am not sure how long they will take. I promise you, this video is less than 10 seconds long. I was going to upload the 45 second halftime pep talk, but this is taking so long I might turn to stone so I won't. Click on the play button to play a blogger video.


It was Luke's first soccer game. And guess who is the coach?


Here is Rich running drills.



Me and Jessica.



Here's the other team's banner. I have banner envy. My new project: make a banner for next week. These are the times I miss Connie V.!
OK, I miss her more than just when needing to sew, but I do especially miss her when needing to sew. ;-)



Baby sister Nadia, not so interested in the game but very interested in the snacks and the other people at the game.



Go team!