You know how I mentioned another “Theology Girl” site?  Upon perusing it further, I noticed that it now says--in numerous places--that it is the “original” and “official” Theology Girl site.  Official?  There is an official Theology Girl?  Eh?  I thought that the term blanketed all those fool enough to be interested in theology.  And those fortunate enough to be a girl.  And apparently it is the “original” “circa 1994.”

I don’t mind this.  Whatever.  I’ve had theologygirl.com since January 2005 (and theologygirl.blogspot since then too, actually).  But this whole “official” and “original” bit I see as silly.  I’m Theology Girl circa 1978.  I declare myself equally official and original.  Oh, and I do not support McCain, Palin, Ann Coulter, Fox News, or GOP Bloggers.  Not that I’m so hot on Obama, mind you.  But I just wanted to mention that since the other Theology Girl endorses them, lest we be confused with one another.

But I’m with you on Groban, ladies. 

Can’t we all just be theology sisters in that?

Speaking of things I do that probably go against certain Christian viewpoints, this past weekend I went to a psychic.  My current institution of employment had a fall fest and one of my enthusiastic coworkers whisked away my baby saying something about “cute little feet,” and Peter was waiting to pick up the personalized street sign the vendor was making for the baby’s room.  So I sat myself in line as part of a scientific experiment to see if said psychic could get anything right.

While in line, several people commented, “Adrienne!  You can’t be there!  Isn’t this against the Lord our God?” The woman next to me agreed, “Yes, this is of the devil.”

“Then why are you in line?” I asked.  She shrugged.  Then another former RA of mine told this story about how her boyfriend’s crazy grandmother visited a psychic in Portugal and he told her that the devil was with her and she was doomed, devil, devil, devil, etc.  The girl next to me bolted from line. 

“What did I say?” said my former RA.

I calmly explained that I viewed this divination akin to reading fortunes in a fortune cookie.  This is how much stock I put in what I would find out.  I doubted the powerful psychics would be wasting their time at a college fall fest.  The good ones are all shopping pilots to SciFi network and such.  (Now, obviously, I wouldn’t touch those sin-factories with a 666 foot poll.  Well, unless it was Saturday night.  There’s nothing else really on on Saturday night.)

And I think I was right.  My psychic first prayed to God for guidance and to bless what she was to tell me, which brings up the interesting point of what exactly she was doing.  Maybe she was just casting lots, umin and thummim, determining God’s will?  No, probably not at a college fall fest.  Anyway, apparently I have a baby, a husband and I might possibly leave the country sometime soon.  The last bit provoked a raised eyebrow from me, so definitive was it in its unlikelyhood.  The first bit, I think, came from me mentioning that I have both. 

Alas, I will just have to muddle through life without help from a second sight.