In the beginning......

So here I go with my first Blog post.  Not even really sure what a "blog" is.  I'm thinking it was originally called WEBLOG or some geeky thing like that.  Don't know, don't care.  I've spent hours trying to come up with a clever name for the blog.  Hours I can not get back mind you!  I tend to be pretty particular about what I read and to whom I listen, so with that said, I assume that there will be very few, if any, people that want to read what I write or hear what I have to say.  Even so, there will be a great deal of satisfaction gained by my simply saying it, even if no one is listening (or reading).

If this first post gets complete a miracle will have occured.  Worrying about a second post is futile.  Hopefully there will be more than one as I, in all my self-importance, believe that I have much to say.  Again, regardless of whether or not anyone is listening.  So "My Potluck Sunday" blog post number 1 is underway.  There is one thing of which my readers should be aware.......my second language is sarcasm.  It may be difficult to distinguish between sincerity and sarcasm, but I believe that is a fine line anyway.  Be warned.

If anyone is at all curious about the name of the blog, and even if they are not, it is a nod to my role as pastor's wife.  Yes I am married to a Baptist preacher.  This being the sole reason for my wanting to blog at all.  While I am blessed, honored and mostly surprised at the idea of serving the church in this role, I can be honest when I say that being a pastor's wife has its challenges.  One of which is the notion that I should be careful of what I say at any given time.  For example, I am on Facebook all the time, but quiet most of it.  That blank status update field poses a question, "what's on your mind?"  but alas, I can not answer for fear of offending.  Please don't misunderstand.....I am not whining or complaining about this.  There are just times when everyone else I know is spewing and sputtering about what is on their minds and I feel an obligation to keep my mouth shut.  Even now, I keep typing thoughts, then deleting them, out of concern that I may be misunderstood.  I have found that I am only one "misunderstanding" away from being placed on the prayer chain without any explanation.  It is in those times that I am most likely screaming at the computer screen (with my mouth shut, which sounds a lot like when you scream underwater). 

Is this normal?  I have no idea.  After months of being frustrated with this fact, I came to the conclusion that blogging might be the answer.  Turns out there are A LOT of pastor's wives that blog and most of them have a clever name for their blog like, "Diary of a Pastor's Wife", or "Not your typical pastor's wife".  With those self-explanatory titles taken, I decided to think about what most people REALLY think when they think about a Baptist preacher's wife.  Sadly I believe that most people think about big hair, fake tears, judgemental stares and casserole dishes.  From there is was a pretty easy jump to "My Potluck Sunday".  This name could be either simple and forthright OR it could have a deep seated, passive agressive sarcastic meaning behind it.  Time will tell.

For the most part, I would love if you or anyone you know would like to join me in these rants and raves.  Feel free to tell me "what's on your mind".  Till next time.....