Category: PeaceBang Personal

My little sweetie got into some very old mouse poison yesterday and had to be rushed to the vet to have nasty things done to him (induced vomiting, charcoal tablets). He’ll be okay, but I just wanted to tell you the one funny thing about the whole terrible episode:

I heard Max chewing or playing with something that sounded “illegal” (I call him The Illegal Beagle when he gets into mischief) so I called him to me to see what he was up to. He came trotting around the corner into my study with his muzzle all dusted with a bright turquoise powder that I thought was one of my lovely Sephora eyeshadows, stolen from my dressing table. It’s a good thing I investigated, for it turned out to be a very old mouse trap set five years ago by the exterminator and left in the mud room with poison bait still in it.

Please learn from my horrible mistake and get all toxic substances out of the house or behind locked doors, where curious beasts and children can’t get at them. I thought I had made the house entirely hound-proofed when I adopted Max a year ago, but I missed this one trap and he could have become very sick or died because of my negligence.

Eyeshadow, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t cause that much harm!

sorry for barfing on the love seat, mom
That’s okay, Max. I’m just glad you’re going to be fine.

Greetings, darlings,
A few weeks ago I got back from traveling and picked up my mail and opened it all at a friend’s house. Included in the mail was a surprise package full of gifts from Amazon.com with several items from my wish list in it. A gift note said something like, “Dear PeaceBang, thank you for helping me feel confident and prepared for my recent interview before the Such-And-Such Committee. Love, _______.”

I was so touched, and I would certainly have written this lovely person a thank you note for my gifties (my friend and I watched “There Will Be Blood” and SCREAMED about how excellent it was — I LOVE that movie!) but I lost the little paper with her address on it in the fracas of moving from house to house.

A terrible breach in ettiquette and for that I am most sorry. Please, if you’re reading this, let me know who you are so I can thank you properly.

Love, PB

Rest therapy, that is.
Seems I’ve got bronchitis, darlings, with a possible free upgrade to pneumonia! That’s what we call First Class around here!

When I called my friends in Philly to tell them I wouldn’t be able to make the big 50th reunion celebration at my old church, I wailed, “I EVEN GOT A NEW DRESS!”
Which is still packed and hanging in the car.

Look around for fashion ideas, faux pas and questions for me and I’ll be back when I’ve got more vim and verve and less hack and limp.

Kiss of peace (from a safe, germless distance),
PB

Waiter, I’ll have my reality check, please!

Darlings, just a brief momento to say that PeaceBang is terribly aware of the current economy. She is terribly aware that many of our churches are hurting financially and that we, our friends and parishioners, our Significant Others, family members and neighbors are getting pink slips, taking cuts in pay or generally up nights worrying about how to make mortgage or car payments, how to pay for school, or how to keep working when he had hoped to retire in a year or so.

Despite these realities, this blog is determined to stay fun and fairly escapist in that it will continue to focus on Beauty Tips For Ministers. Not Financial Tips (unless it is to write about such things as they relate to Clergy Self-Care), not Theological Reflections About The Current Crisis, and not about Saving Your Marriage When One Of You Is Very Unhappily Unemployed.

PeaceBang figures that you can get those features elsewhere and in the meantime she will remain focused on her mission here, which is the de-frumpification of the clergy.

Hang tough, kittens.

Kiss of peace, PB