Christmas Sequence

The twenty-fifth day of December.

In the five thousand one hundred and ninety-ninth year of the creation of the world from the time when God in the beginning created the heavens and the earth;

the two thousand nine hundred and fifty-seventh year after the flood;

the two thousand and fifteenth year from the birth of Abraham;

the one thousand five hundred and tenth year from Moses and the going forth of the people of Israel from Egypt;

the one thousand and thirty-second year from David's being anointed king;

in the sixty-fifth week according to the prophecy of Daniel;

in the one hundred and ninety-fourth Olympiad;

the seven hundred and fifty-second year from thefoundation of the city of Rome;

the forty second year of the reign of Octavian Augustus;

the whole world being at peace,in the sixth age of the world,

Jesus Christ the eternal God and Son of the eternal Father,desiring to sanctify the world by his most merciful coming,being conceived by the Holy Spirit,and nine months having passed since his conception,was born in Bethlehem of Judea of the virgin Mary,

being made flesh.

The Nativity of our Lord Jesus Christ according to the flesh.

You might be a 90's kid if:

You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"

You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie on "Full House"

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.

You remember "Goosebumps."

You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"

You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.

You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.

You remember when everyone said "NOT" after (almost) every sentence and you still get the urge to do it...Not...

"Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.

When playing power rangers with friends you fought over who got to be who............and everyone still ended up being Tommy.

You remember when super Nintendo's became popular. Super Mario 3!!!!

"I've fallen and I can't get up."

You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.

You never got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide

You wore socks over leggings scrunched down (oooo!)

You played: "Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" She asked her mother, mother, mother for 50 cents, cents, cents to see the elephants, elephants, elephants jump over the fence, fence, fence he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stubbed his toe toe toe and thats the end end end of the elephants show show show

You remember boom boxes vs. cd players

You played and/or collected "Pogs"

You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere

You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, Ninja Turtles, Wishbone, Magic School Bus, Bill Nye the Science Guy, Full House, Pinky and the Brain, The Wonderful World of Richard Scary, Ghostwriter, Mr. Rogers.

You knew Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys were the best mystery books ever, and topped your Christmas wish list.

You loved the Little Mermaid

You cried when Mufasa died in the Lion King.

You remember Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.

You remember getting the privelage to sit in the front seat of the car, (and you better believe it was a privelage!)

You remember Capri Suns, and Kool Aid.

"Campbells makes everything Mmm Mmm Good!"

You were part of dinosaur craze, or you were intimately connected with it.

You remember Alladin...before the trilogy.

Sailor Moon.

You knew Snick (?) & Nick @ Nite with I Dream of Jenie, I Love Lucy, The Cosby Show.

Your parents read Little Bear (I love those books still)

You remember Busy Town--books, the show, songs, Lowly and Huckle

Under the Umbrella Tree

You remember PEE-WEE!!! ...and other things 90s kids would like to deny.

Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff!

All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)

You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.

You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes and on your forehead.

You know the Macarena by heart.

You always said, or always heard, "Then why don't you marry it!"

You remember the slinky craze.

You remember when light up sneakers were cool.

You remember when you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.

You remember gas being $0.91 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.

Your family recorded stuff on VCRs & paid $3.50 for a movie.

You remember when camcorders were about as big your little sister, and almost as heavy.

You remember when computers were big, white, ugly, slow as molasass , and pixelly...and you weren't allowed to touch it.

When $5 seemed like a million, & another dollar a miracle. $10 made you rich and happened only once a year.

When Toys R Us overuled the mall.

Go back to the time when:
Decisions were made by going 'eeny-meeny-miney-moe'.
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming 'do over!'
'Race issue' ment arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in 'Monopoly.'
It wasn't odd to have two or three 'best' friends.
Being old referred to anyone over 20.
Scrapes & bruises were kissed & made better.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enought to ride the 'big people' rides at the fair.
When playing Nintendo was the hardest thing ever.
When Ninja Turtles ruled the world.
When Aladdin was new, before the trilogy was complete.
Sockem Boppers

When we were younger:
Before the MySpace...
Before the Internet & text messaging...
Before Sidekicks & iPods...
Before MIKE JONES...
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX...
...Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night....or not...you might have played or done:
-Cops and Robbers!
-Tag. (Freeze, chinese freeze, and normal)
-Hide-n-Go Seek at dusk. Or, even better, Ghost in the Graveyard.
-Red Light, Green Light.
-Heads Up 7 Up.
-Playing Kickball & Dodgeball until your porch light came on...or you couldn't see the ball anymore.
-Hopskotch.
-Simon Says and Mother/Father May I. (we didn't have role confusion back then)
-Tree Houses.
-Hula Hoops.
-Hot wheels!
-Furbies.
-Running through the sprinklers...the neighbor's, not yours.

And "all good things must come to an end..." so died the 90s, along with pogs, nitendo, etc.

Men! A Call to Arms!

What makes the difference between: A, a gentle, loving, strong character-ed, Godly woman who can raise saints, be a wife to her husband, and provoke/help along healing in people's lives, calling all she knows to Christ: and B, a loose, provacative, selfish woman who lives for her own pleasure, hates men, and is always out for her own gains?Perhaps a little bit has to do with her temperament and her personality. Even more has to do with her education. Still more has to do with her peers, her society, her environment. However, none of these is the pivotal point on which her person will turn. A girl from a conservative Christian neighborhood may run away from home and live a loose life, while another who has grown up in Harlem may carry herself like a lady and remain faithful to her man her entire life. Is faith the difference? yeah, but her faith is based on something very much more pivotal, more concrete, more close to home than the pulpit or the chatechism. What is the real difference?

Her father.

Girls need a mother around, yes, and should not live without a mother figure. After all, somethings are just easier when another woman is there to help you along. However, she draws her ideas of what it is to be a real woman from her father. His approval is what really matters. That is why a little girl will put on her mother's lipstick, tie her hair in 25 different ribbons, put on a polka-dot shirt and a flowery skirt, tie 10 scarves around her waist, put on all the necklaces and bracelets she can find, wear her mother's high heels, and run to her father, who is very busy at some task or other. She begins to twirl, saying "Daddy, look! Look Daddy! Daddy daddy daddy! Look! Look Daddy! Daddy Look!" Hopefully, he looks, because then she smiles her biggest smile and says "Am I pretty, Daddy." He thinks "gosh, how did she get so much lipstick on that much surface area?" but he doesn't say that. He bends down to her level, smiles and says "you are so beautiful. You look just like your mother," and she smiles even bigger, runs into his arms, and he holds her close, despite the fact that her rumpled hair is scratching his face and her lipstick is coming off on his shirt. She knows in that moment that she is beautiful, that Daddy thinks she is pretty, that she is worth something.

A great example of this is a story. I once heard from a friend about how her young sister was sitting up in a tree with her older sister, about 14 feet upin the air. Their father walked over to tell them it was time for dinner. She looked up from her book to see her little sister's smile as she lept out of the tree. The girl screamed, and a look of horror flashed over her face and the face of her father, as his heart stopped beating and he lunged forward. He caught the girl just before she would have hit the ground. The older girl watched as her sister continued to laugh and to hug her father, and the father said nothing but held his daughter tight.The little girl was not afraid. She had never been dropped. It never dawned on her to think that maybe daddy would not catch her. Of course he would catch her. He is, after all, Daddy.

So many girls have been dropped.If daddy says "yeah, you look great honey" and continues at his task without a backward glance, the little girl may not show it, but she has been dropped, smack on her heart.A child's veiw of God the Father is drawn from his view of/relationship with his dad. If Dad is always busy, can't stop for a game of battleships, cannot take time out to say "my goodness, Jenny, you look beautiful in that dress," if he doesn't kiss Mother when he walks in the door, a child may grow up thinking that Dad doesn't care about them. "What should I do, Dad?" she will ask, "Oh, I don't care. Do whatever you want. Doesn't make a difference to me."

Think about it.

Girls become the sort of women their father likes. They are always searching for approval from their fathers. All those loose women out there, who are falling out of their clothes, or the ones who are power hungry, CEOs of a large corporation and cannot think of anything but money...yeah, you guessed it. All those nuns and model wives and mothers........yep, that was probably Daddy too. Either that or there was another man who stepped in and picked up the gauntlet, the dropped girl, and took her father's place, rescuing her from the shambles she was in.Don't believe it?

One year, the top model for Playboy magazine was asked why she does what she does. Her answer: because my father loves this magazine and was always looking foreward to when it came, and I want him to love me too, and to make him happy.

One of my friends is right now in a legal battle for her child, born out of wedlock, with the father of her child who is an emotionally abusive, crude, and selfish man. When asked about her father, her response was "Oh, he was there, and I love him." Does he love you, "uh..........I don't know. I guess he does." Several co-workers of mine have children and are unmarried...nor are they still "with" the father. What is your dad like: "Oh he's just there. He comes home from work, sits down with a beer in front of the TV, and that's my dad." Does he love you? "What kind of question is that?" or "I'm sure he does. He's just a man, and you know men, they can't express it love very well. And it doesn't mean as much to them."

It seems like a little thing, but it is true. Ask any woman who is perverted or has been degraded about her father. I can gaurantee you that in 95% of cases she will say "I never knew him" or "I met him a couple of times" or "I hate him" or "oh, he's my dad" or she may just try to brush it off. Girls love their fathers, even if they abuse them physically, emotionally, or sexually. How can you love someone who is so horrid to you? Well, that is the mystery/weakness of love...and of women. They give everything or nothing at all. God is like that too: he continues to love a person despite the fact that they are covered in putrid, slimy gook, and may never really turn back and love him.

I know a girl who was perhaps a victim of the love of her father. Her father set rules on everything: she could not wear jeans, or any shirts that had lettering accross the chest. She had to wear skirts when she became a teenager all the time. She must say the Rosary with the family every day at a certain time (despite accademic or work related conflicts). She must go to daily mass at the church he designated, at the designated time. No make-up, no peircings (not even one earlobe) no nail polish. These sorts of things are not in themselves right or wrong, but the way in which it was done, the manner in which it was enforced was abusive, to the point where she was basically not allowed to do anything and was chastized every day without fail. She was very much in danger of going wild, and did to some extent....when her older brother stepped in to be her "father."

The father is the pivotal point on which a girl's character, ideals, and virtue turn. He is her foundation for what she knows of God, of her Father in heaven. He is where she learns how she should be loved, how much she is worth, and where she will base her standard of men in her life. Women don't naturally jump from one affair to another, or throw themselves into the arms of a worthless man, a man who sees them as a hunk of steak or a video game. If she didn't get love from her father, she will search for it in the places she thinks her father may have found it....or anywhere where a man might hold her and "love" her for a few moments.

All men are called to be fathers, whether or not they are married. A priest who loves his spiritual children may be that man who rescues a girl or boy from destruction by his approval, his acceptance, and his encouragment. The father is missing, the preist takes the place of the father, and the child's ideals are formed on the preist. A single man in the world is still called to be Christ to everyone he meets, to the old Lady in the next appartment, to the girl at the checkout with 25 peircings on her cranium. Never judge a woman, at least outwardly, or tell her she is ugly or worthless because she will remember it for the rest of her life.

Love your daughters and your sons. Love thier mother. Express your love to them in a way that is meaningful to them, not just to you. It may not mean much to your daughter that you drop her off at school every day, or that you give her permission to go to a sleep over. She may want to hear that you love her, or be hugged and kissed. It may not mean much to your wife when you buy her flowers, but it does when you take out the trash, or fold the clothes with her. Every person is unique in the way that they need love. Encourage your children. Set limits in appropriate places (don't force your kids to wear certain colors of clothes for example), like what movies they can watch. Love God, and be the Father to your children, spiritual or biological. It really will make all the difference in the world to their salvation and their character.

Excerpt from "The New Medicine: Life and Death After Hippocrates"

'The most fascinating recent coment onthe Hippocratic Oath is one which originated with Margaret Mead, the great anthropologist. Her major insight was that the Hippocratic Oath marked one of the turning points in the history of man. She says, "For the first time in our tradition there was a complete separation between killing and curing. Through the primitive world the doctor and the sorcerer tended to be the same person. He wit the power to kill had power to cure...He who had power to cure would necessarily alos be able to kill.'"

'"With the Greeks," says Maragert Mead, "the distiniction was made clear. One profession...were to be dedicated compltetley to life under all circumstances, regardless of rank, age, or intellect--the life of a slave, the life of the Emperor, the life of a foreign man, the life of a defective child...but society always is attempting to make the physician into a killer - to kill the defective child at birth, to leave the sleeping pills beside the bed of the cancer patient...'"

Maurice levine, Psychiatry and Ethics, New York, 1972.

Bipolar kids or bad parents?

This article really shocked me, and Ithink it does point out an important issue in our modern day American society: that we look for excuses for everything, for all of our shortcomings, for someone else to wipe our noses, and medication fixes everything. Not so. Think about it. The sentiment contained herein applies to many more issues than just 2 year old being diagnosed as bipolar when they simply have temper tantrums.

At the urging of parents, doctors are medicating far too many kids who just need a better upbringing, according to Dr. ELIZABETH J. ROBERTS
Sunday, November 18, 2007

Stacy Innerst/Post-GazetteOn Dec. 13, 2006, 4-year-old Rebecca Riley died, drowning in her own lung secretions. Her death was the direct result of psychiatric medications which had been prescribed to her for a presumed diagnosis of bipolar disorder -- a diagnosis first given to her when she was only 2 years old.

In September 2007, researchers at Columbia University reported that there had been a 40-fold increase in the number of children diagnosed with bipolar disorder from 1994 to 2003 -- an increase which has shown no signs of slowing.

Worse than the current frenzy to diagnose children with bipolar disorder is the practice of medicating kids as young as 2 with the kinds of psychiatric medications that were once prescribed only to psychotic adults. The shocking reality is that the use of these potent anti-psychotic drugs in children increased more than 500 percent between 1993 and 2002.

This dramatic rise in childhood bipolar disorder has spurred a raging debate in the mental health field. Some psychiatrists insist that this incredible increase is entirely due to the identification of mentally ill children who had been previously overlooked.

Yet a 4,000 percent increase in childhood mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder, is simply implausible and difficult to justify based solely on improved diagnostic techniques. To the contrary, in the 30-plus years that I have been treating, educating and caring for children -- half of that time as a child psychiatrist -- I have found that the approach to diagnostics in psychiatry clearly has deteriorated over time, not improved.

There was a time when doctors insisted on hours of evaluation with a child and his parents before venturing a psychiatric diagnosis or prescribing a medication. Today many of my colleagues brag that they can complete an initial assessment of a child and write a prescription in less than 20 minutes. Many parents have told me it took a previous doctor less than five minutes to diagnose and medicate their child.

How, then, is it possible that in 2007 doctors are now able to identify hundreds of thousands of previously missed cases of bipolar disorder in children by reducing the time they spend with patients from multiple hours to just a few minutes?

On the other hand, there simply is no possible way that the number of children who actually have bipolar disorder has increased from approximately 20,000 to 800,000 in a nine-year period. Yet the arguments of skeptics are being dismissed by academics in psychiatry. Research psychiatrists appear to be more invested in defending their research conclusions -- funded by pharmaceutical companies -- than engaging in a meaningful discussion to examine these preposterous demographics.

What I find more astounding than the claim that there are 800,000 American children with bipolar disorder is the fact that there are that many children whose conduct is so aberrant that their parents are seeking psychiatric treatment for them.

The symptoms, which are regarded as evidence of bipolar disorder, usually are what most people recognize as ordinary belligerence. Children who have anger outbursts, who refuse to go to bed, who are moody and self-centered under the current standard of care in child psychiatry are being diagnosed with bipolar disorder. To most rational human beings, these behaviors describe an ill-mannered, immature and poorly disciplined child. Nonetheless, the temper tantrums of belligerent children are increasingly being characterized by doctors as the mood swings of bipolar disorder.

The over-indulgent parenting practices of the past 20 years have created a generation of dysfunctional children who are becoming increasingly more entitled, defiant and oppositional. In a poll by Associated Press-Ipsos, 93 percent of people surveyed said that today's parents are not doing a good job when it comes to teaching their kids to behave. According to Dan Kindlon, a Harvard psychologist, 50 percent of the parents he interviewed described themselves as more permissive than their parents had been.

The permissive parents of spoiled children seek refuge from blame by using the excuse that their child's angry outbursts are the result of a chemical imbalance. Since a psychiatric condition is completely beyond a parent's control, a diagnosis of bipolar disorder is the perfect alibi. Once a child has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, a parent feels absolved of guilt or responsibility for the child's misbehavior and therefore, the parents' discipline practices cannot be called into question.

Parents looking for a psychiatric explanation for their child's misbehavior will find an abundance of support in the media and on the Web for the conclusion that their child's temper tantrums are due to a psychiatric disease rather than the result of bad parenting. Psychiatrists, for their part, are more than willing to accept, without question, the assessment offered by a parent. Doctors have found it easier and less contentious to comply with a parent's wish to have their child diagnosed with a psychiatric condition than to confront the parent with the notion that their own weak parenting is the root cause of the child's aberrant behavior.

Using the diagnosis of bipolar disorder, doctors then justify the sedation of these children with powerful psychiatric drugs. Even though some children treated with anti-psychotics may be temporarily sedated, their belligerent attitude continues unchanged. Of the many children I treat every year who had been previously diagnosed with bipolar disorder, not one of them stopped throwing tantrums after being treated with psychiatric medications. Yet doctors continue to misdiagnose and overmedicate children to appease frustrated parents in spite of the many serious, permanent or even lethal side effects.

Tragically, as in the death of Rebecca Riley, her parents administered the multiple medications prescribed by their psychiatrist for Rebecca's "bipolar disorder" until the meds killed her. A few weeks ago, in an interview on 60 Minutes, Rebecca's mother told Katie Couric that she now believes that her four-year-old daughter had been misdiagnosed, had never been bipolar, and that Rebecca was simply mischievous.

When it comes to misdiagnosing and overmedicating children, doctors have an unwitting, though not unwilling, accomplice -- the parent. Ultimately, it is the parent who is the gatekeeper for their child's health-care delivery. It is the parent who pursues psychiatric treatment for their child, fills the prescriptions and administers the medications. Parents have a duty to protect their children from the folly of this disastrous approach to childhood behavior problems.

Instead of grooming, feeding and educating the next generation of Americans to be the fittest, brightest, most competent contributors on the planet, we have indulged, placated and spoiled our children into dysfunctional misfits. We are teaching our children to use a psychiatric diagnosis to excuse their antisocial behaviors. This will inevitably lead to a greater reliance on psychiatric medications, which unfortunately do not endow an individual with improved self-control or maturity.

Under the guise of treating childhood bipolar disorder, the spoiling of American children not only undermines their healthy social development, but it also puts them at great risk for the serious medical complications inherent in the use of psychiatric medications, including death.

First published on November 18, 2007 at 12:00 am
Dr. Elizabeth J. Roberts is a child and adolescent psychiatrist and the author of "Should You Medicate Your Child's Mind?" (Perseus Books, 2006). She practices in California and recently took part in a symposium on bipolar disorder at Point Park University which contributed to a new book, "Bipolar Children: Cutting Edge Controversy, Insight and Research," edited by Point Park Prof. Sharna Olfman.

Soundtrack of my life 1

OK, so this is entirely random, but laughable, thanks to Carrie, who seems to have time for nothing else ;-). Any of you onlookers should do it too, even if it is just for a laugh. It is especially funny if you have been staring at textbooks all day and haven't spent much time with your fellow man in the past 48 hours. You are free to think that this is totally mindless and doesn't deserve your time, but I would say you ought to lighten up, or you'll have a myocardial infarction (heart attack) in the near future =D. Disclaimer: this is in no way meant to reflect real life (and I didn't do/won't do many of these), and if it does, it is pure coincidence.

IF YOUR LIFE WERE A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
7. When you're finished tag some other people to do it!

Opening Credits:
Dance at the Crossroads—Scythian

Waking Up:
How Many Devils? –Broadway Allstars

First Day at School:
Angels We Have Heard on High—Christendom College

Falling in Love:
Clarinet Concerto in A Major: Adagio—Mozart

Fight Song:
There Were Roses—John Whelen and Kathy Mattea

Breaking Up:
L’Ultima Notte—Josh Groban

Prom:
You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby—Bing Crosby

Prom night (if you know what I mean):
Silent Night—Bing Crosby

Mental Breakdown:
Prelude in G Major for Organ BWV 541—J.S. Bach

Driving:
Isn’t it Grand Boys (to be bloody well dead)—Clancy Brothers

Flashback:
Shortinin’ Bread
(funny cause this is a real flashback!)

Getting Back Together:
Samain Night—Loreena McKennitt

Wedding:
One More Soul—Marie Bellet

Birth of Child:
Last Days of Dublin—Scythian

Bringing up of Child:
Mele Kalikimaka—Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters

Final Battle:
Rawhide—Frankie Laine

Death Scene:
Were You There (when they crucified my Lord)?—Tatiana

Funeral Song:
Camptown Races—I hate this song!

End Credits:
Christmas in Killarny

The Eucharist, Women, and why Catholic Women wear Veils from a Homily by Father Robert Fromageot

(I have coppied this with permission from Father Robert himself. It is an excellent, clear treatment of the topic of womanhood, the sacred, and why women wear veils. If it is too long, you can scroll down past the outlined part of the homily to the written out text part.)

Put on the new man, who according to God is created in justice and holiness of truth.
19th Sunday after Pentecost
7 October 2007

I. Kingdom of heaven compared to a wedding feast:

1. Not all the initially invited guests accept the invitation (history of the Jews, treatment of the prophets).
2. The invitation is expanded to include everyone (Gentiles & Jews).
3. Not everyone who accepts the invitation puts on the wedding garment.

Why the harsh treatment?
1. Literal level: host provided the wedding garments. Like renting a tuxedo.
2. Spiritual level: Habitual grace (i.e., sanctifying grace) is a gift that elevates our nature to the supernatural level. Divine life.

II. The Seven Sorrows of the BVM. The First of these: the Flight into Egypt. Broad outlines of the Incarnation and Redemption. The Word entered into a fallen world in order to redeem mankind. That redemption signified by coming out of Egypt and entering into the Promise Land.
Significance of Prophecy: “Out of Egypt have I called my Son.”

The Mystical Body of Christ like the People of Israel: they walked dry shod through the waters of the Red Sea to freedom; we have been washed in the blood of Christ in the waters of Baptism. We have put on Christ like a garment. Galatians 3:27: “For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”

Putting off the old man, putting on Christ. (i.e., leaving Egypt and heading for the Promise Land as a member of Christ’s Body.)

St. Paul speaks of this in today’s epistle. The full text: “Put off the old man that belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful lusts, and be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and put on the new man, who according to God is created in justice and holiness of truth.”

Romans 13:14: “Put on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.”

Alludes to the early liturgical practice in which catechumens were clothed in white robes immediately after baptism. Taken metaphorically, Paul is challenging us to put our baptismal commitments into practice by stripping off sinful habits (vices) and putting on the new garments of Christ (virtues).

Surplice: a reminder to us all that we have put on Christ; that we are called to lead holy lives in Christ (i.e., as members of His Body). All the more reason why when they are finished with them, altar boys should hang them up properly, and not leave them on the floor.

The Church as Bride of Christ; liturgy as a wedding feast: highlighted by use of veils by women.

a. Church as bride (by extension, the nuptial relationship between every individual soul and Christ).
b. Veil as symbol of hierarchal nature of authority: “the head of every man is Christ; the head of a woman is her husband.”
c. Rooted in the way in which God created Adam and Eve; that God made Eve from Adam, and that Adam, not Eve, was the principle of the whole human race, just as God is the principle of the entire universe.
d. Fosters the sense of the sacred with respect to a woman’s ability to bear children; moreover, the veil fosters this sense of the sacred by linking this awesome ability to none other than Christ Himself contained in the Blessed Sacrament.

As we know, at every Mass, bread and wine are substantially changed into the Body and Blood of Christ such that Christ, the perfect Image of God the Father, the Source of all life, is contained under the species of a little bread and wine. In this way, Our Lord makes Himself our daily bread as we make our way to heaven, the ultimate Promise Land.

Needless to say, everything about the Holy Eucharist is sacred. That is, we have in the Holy Eucharist not only a great good, but also a dangerous good—dangerous because if we approach the Blessed Sacrament unworthily, we do ourselves great harm. As St. Thomas reminds us in his Lauda Sion: Sumunt boni, sumunt mali: Sorte tamen inæquali, Vitæ vel interitus. Mors est malis, vita bonis: Vide paris sumptionis Quam sit dispar exitus. (The good receive, the bad receive, yet with a disparate fate of life or death. It is death to the bad, it is life to the good. See how unlike the effect of the same reception.)

Among the many different ways in which the sense of the sacred is brought out during the liturgy, the use of veils is perhaps the most obvious one. Whatever contains or is meant to contain the Blessed Sacrament is usually veiled: the tabernacle, the chalice, the ciborium, the monstrance. And even when the veil is removed from the chalice, the liturgy provides other ways to veil it. At each moment of the double consecration, when the celebrant pronounces the words that brings forth Our Lord upon the altar in the species of bread and wine, he bends over the bread and wine, and places his arms upon the altar, the symbol of Christ. Such a gesture is meant to show the priest’s union with Christ at that moment, while also helping the priest to focus his entire attention on the consecration. Physically speaking, however, the priest is literally covering the species, veiling them, as it were, and thus producing the same effect as any other veil: namely, he manifests the sacredness of the moment of Consecration. In this way, the ancient rite gently inculcates in the faithful a proper disposition towards Our Lord contained in the Blessed Sacrament.
Consider also, the function of those things which are ordinarily veiled: the tabernacle, the chalice, etc. All of these are vessels of the very Source of life, Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the Light and Life and of the World. It is because these vessels are designated to contain Christ Himself that they are sacred vessels; hence, they are used for no other purpose than to receive and contain the Blessed Sacrament. At one time, only bishops, priests, and deacons were permitted to open the tabernacle, handle the sacred vessels, and touch the Sacred Host with their hands. All of these vessels, moreover, but especially the chalice, are usually made with great care out of gold and silver, jewels and precious stones. Finally, the chalice is the only vessel that is consecrated by a bishop and anointed with oil. Little wonder, then, that the chalice veil is invariably the most beautiful of all the veils found in the sanctuary.

Taking our cue from the use of veils in the sanctuary, we can say that every woman who embraces the ancient tradition of wearing a veil creates a wonderful harmony between herself as a vessel of life and the vessels that hold Life itself. Like Our Lord contained in the Blessed Sacrament, a woman shares with Him a certain vulnerability. For just as a person who does not respect the Body and Blood of Christ can have his way with the Lord by receiving Him unworthily, so too can a man who has no respect for the opposite sex easily overpower her and have his way with her. Moreover, just as Our Lord makes Himself vulnerable by being born anew upon our altars under the perishable species of bread and wine, so too a woman shares in the vulnerability of her newborn infant in the very act of giving birth to him, to say nothing of the extra help many women need when they are pregnant.

Women are also sacred, inasmuch as the rise or fall of civilizations depends largely on how men regard and treat them, and how women understand and treat themselves. Just as only those who have committed themselves to the Lord through a life of celibacy may justly touch the Holy Eucharist with their hands, so too only those men who have committed themselves to their wives through the bonds of holy matrimony may justly “touch” a woman in a way that may bring new life into the world. For women are vessels of new life, life made according to the image and likeness of God Himself, just as the tabernacle, chalice, and ciborium contain the Image of God, Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Of all the sacred vessels, however, women are best likened to the chalice of the Precious Blood. For when a woman conceives and bears a child, it is through her blood that the life of the child is sustained and nourished. Similarly, the Bride of Christ, the Church, is said to sustain her members through the Blood of Christ. For just as Eve was taken from the side of Adam, the fathers of the Church see in the blood and water flowing from the side of Our Lord the birth of His Church: the New Eve, the Bride of Christ, which sustains and nourishes her members through the grace of the sacraments.

The leading lights of our age often claim to champion the rights of women, and in certain respects the claim is legitimate. At the same time, however, our age has clearly not sought to protect and foster the sacred dignity of women. On the contrary, society would have us remove our wedding garment, divest ourselves of Christ, and put on the “old man” and make ample provision for the flesh. Men are practically encouraged to treat women as mere objects of pleasure, and women are encouraged to seek this degrading form of attention and accept it as normal and compatible with their dignity. Men and women, but especially women, have become desensitized to using contraceptives, choosing abortion, and embracing sterilization. In short, our society no longer respects or values the gift of fertility; society no longer honors the unique privilege of being a woman. Consequently, it no longer cultivates the responsibility that necessarily accompanies this gift, this privilege. This collective failure on the part of society has wreaked havoc, and it is far from certain that we shall recover and escape dissolution and destruction.

Sadly, some forty years ago millions of Catholics decided to put on the old man when they rejected the teaching of the Church concerning contraception. Around the same time, the ancient tradition of wearing veils or head coverings of any sort was likewise abandoned. Knowing what the veil stands for, it is difficult to not to regard that these two events — the rejection of the Church’s teaching on contraception on the one hand and the liturgical practice of wearing veils and head coverings on the other — as wholly unrelated. Indeed, many took both events as a step forward in the emancipation of women from so-called male dominance.
But as members of the Mystical Body of Christ, we should know better. We have all been called to the wedding banquet of the Lamb; we have received our wedding garment. Knowing, therefore, that many are called but few are chosen, let us cherish that garment and pray never to be without it. On the contrary, let us ever implore the divine assistance always to “put off the old man” with all of its deceitful lusts, and ever strive to be renewed in the spirit of our minds. Let us “put on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh.”

Interesting Quizz (this time only pirated from my aunt!)

The average person only gets 7 correct.

This is based on U.S. info, so use all lobes of your brain. This can be more difficult than it looks - it just shows how little most of us really see!

There are 25 questions about things we see every day or have known about all our lives. How many can you get right? These little simple questions are harder than you think-- it just shows you how little we pay attention to the commonplace things of life.

Put your thinking cap on. No cheating! No looking around! No getting out of your chair! No using anything on or in your desk or computer!

Can you beat 23?? (The average is 7) Write down your answers as you go. Check answers (on the bottom), AFTER completing all the questions, then leave a comment (if you please)

REMEMBER - NO CHEATING!!! BE HONEST!!! That means no looking at your phone or anything on your desk...

LET'S JUST SEE HOW OBSERVANT YOU RE ALLY ARE.
Here we go!

1. On a standard traffic light, is the green on the top or bottom?

2. How many states are there in the USA ? (some people don't know)

3 In which hand is the Statue of Liberty 's torch?

4. What six colors are on the classic Campbell 's soup label?

5. What two numbers on the telephone dial don't have letters by them?

6. When you walk does your left arm swing with your right or left leg? (Don't you dare get up to see!)

7. How many matches are in a standard pack?

8. On the United States flag is the top stripe red or white?

9. What is the lowest number on the FM dial?

10. Which way does water go down the drain, counter or clockwise ?

11. Which way does a "no smoking" sign's slash run?

12. How many channels on a VHF TV dial?

13 On which side of a women's blouse are the buttons?

14. Which way do fans rotate?

15 How many sides does a stop sign have?

16. Do books have even-numbered pages on the right or left side?

17 How many lug nuts are on a standard car wheel?

18. How many sides are there on a standard pencil?

19. Sleepy, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey, Doc. Who's missing?

20. How many hot dog buns are in a standard package?

21. On which playing card is the card maker's trademark?

22. On which side of a Venetian blind is the cord that adjusts the opening between the slats?

23. There are 12 buttons on a touch tone phone. What 2 symbols bear no digits?

24. How many curves are there in the standard paper clip?

25. Does a merry-go-round turn counter or clockwise?

ANSWERS
1. On a standard traffic light, is the green on the top or bottom? BOTTOM

2. How many states are there in the USA ? (Don't laugh, some people don't know) 50

3. In which hand is the Statue of Liberty 's torch? RIGHT

4. What six colors are on the classic Campbell 's soup label? BLUE, RED, WHITE, YELLOW, BLACK & GOLD

5. What two numbers on the telephone dial don't have letters by them? 1, 0

6. When you walk does your left arm swing with your right or left leg?
RIGHT

7. How many matches are in a standard pack? 20

8. On the United States flag is the top stripe red or white? RED

9. What is the lowest number on the FM dial? 88

10. Which way does water go down the drain, counter or clockwise?
CLOCKWISE (NORTH OF THE EQUATOR)

11. Which way does a "no smoking" sign's slash run ?
TOWARDS BOTTOM RIGHT

12. How many channels on a VHF TV dial? 12 (no #1)

13. On which side of a women's blouse are the buttons? LEFT

14. Which way do fans rotate? CLOCKWISE AS YOU LOOK AT IT

15. How many sides does a stop sign have? 8

16. Do books have even-numbered pages on the right or left side? LEFT

17. How many lug nuts are on a standard car wheel? 5

18. How many sides are there on a standard pencil? 6

19. Sleepy, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey, Doc. Who's missing? BASHFUL

20. How many hot dog buns are in a standard package? 8

21. On which playing card is the card maker's trademark? ACE OF SPADES

22. On which side of a Venetian blind is the cord that adjusts the opening between the slats? LEFT

23. There are 12 buttons on a touch tone phone. What 2 symbols bear no digits? * , #

24. How many curves are there in the standard paper clip? 3

25. Does a merry-go-round turn counter or clockwise? COUNTER

"The Humble Exalted"

If we contemplate our misery without raising our eyes to God, the Father of mercies, we will easily become discouraged. By examining ourselves thoroughly, we will see that discouragement always comes from two closely related causes. The first is that we depend upon our own strength; through it our pride is wounded and deceived when we fall. The second is that we lack reliance on God; we do not think of referring to him in times of prosperity, nor do we have recourse to him when we fail him. In short, we act by ourselves: we try to succeed alone, we fall alone, and alone we contemplate our fall. The result of such conduct can only be discouragement. Indeed, how could we expect to find in ourselves the strength to rise again, when it was our very want of strength that made us fall? God does not want us to act by ourselves. "Woe to him that is alone," says Sacred Scripture, "for when he falleth, he hath none to lift him up" (Eccl 4: 10). Woe to him who relies only on his own strength to put his good resolutions into execution. When he falls, he will not have the aid of God's might to lift him up; thus he will remain in his misery, confused and discouraged.

Just as we should not make good resolutions without counting on God's help to keep them, by the same token we should not view our failures without considering God's mercy at the same time, for as God is the only one who can help us persevere in good, so he alone can raise us up from evil.

That is why all the saints have taught that the knowledge of oneself must never be separated from the knowledge of God and vice versa. Saint Teresa of Jesus says, "The soul must sometimes emerge from self-knowledge and soar aloft in meditation upon the greatness and the majesty of its God. Doing this will help it to realize its own baseness better than thinking of its own nature, and it will be freer from the reptiles which enter the first rooms, that is, the rooms of self knowledge.

Father Gabriel of Saint Mary Magdalen, O.C.D. (+1952) was a Belgian Carmelite priest, teacher, and spiritual director.

"Heavenly Father, Help Us..." from Apple Seeds

Heavenly Father,
Help us remember that the jerk who cuts us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing off home to cook dinner, help with homework, and do the laundry, and spend a few precious moments with her children.

Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.

Remind us Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store isles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, know that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.

Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, sow patience, empathy, and love.

~"Do not judge what your brother does 'til you've walked a mile in his shoes.
Who's to say if you'd run or stay and fight?"

The Garden Song

(Sung, first two stanzas as refrain, and each two after as one verse. Or at least, that's how the Clancy Brothers sing it =))
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground.

Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumblin' down

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
Cause the time is close at hand

Rain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in natures chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land

Plant your rows straight and long
Temper them with prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care

Old crow watchin' hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there

No, Daniel. The word is "after," not "dfter."

Homeschooling is a wonderful way to involve the whole family in a real goal: learning. Is it possible to have a bunch of kids, different grades and ages, at actually learn anything? Actually, yes, and in my experience, we seem to have learned alot more than our public and private school counterparts. I remember that learning was actually fun (minus the book reports), and watching others learn is usually hysterical =). Since I'm at school, I miss out on alot of the fun now. Deborah relayed this incident to me a short while back.

"Rachel and I were studying in the living room and Daniel was in the opposite room studying his spelling. He copied all his words on his own, so, naturally, he couldn't read them. We were interupted every minute because he needed us to read him his words. I had just helped him with 'land' and his next word was really hard-'after'. I expected him to come back for help but instead he decided to tackle it on his own. I heard him loudly declare 'DFTER' d-f-t-e-r- Dfter'. Rachel and I looked at each other, we hadn't heard what we thought we had, had we? Then this little voice calls out 'Deborah, what does d-f-t-e-r spell? I tried to tell him it was a-f-t-e-r but nnnoooo...he wrote dfter, it must be dfter and he wanted a definition. It took me 5 minutes to convince him that he had written it wrong. He smiled at me and said, OK deborah. He disappeared into the dining room and 2 seconds later his voice called in 'what was that word again'."

Oh the joy of learning.

Homesteading in the city?

Yeah. Apparently, it can be done. It might take some imagination, but where there is a will, there is definitely a way =). Found an excellent article about homesteading. Actually, the whole site is great, but in case you just have time for the article, and you are living in the city and longing for the country (like me), here's the link.

How to Progress towards the Homesteading Lifestyle while Living in the City
By Meg Lund
http://home-n-stead.com/homestead/homesteadingarticles/homesteading_in_city.html

The website is on my list at the right.

Sometimes I wish God would just come and smack me upside the head and say, "No, you idiot, this way!" I'm tempted to think that life would be so much easier that way. If I'm walking over the brink, off the beaten path, and wallowing once again in putrecence and slime, I almost wish that I wasn't capable of such devious and dangerous deeds. That He would prevent me from getting my feet even a little wet, but that's sort of a difficult thing, to make such accusations. I've so many scars, so many wounds, not from battle, for those I would wear with pride and joy for my Lord's glory and honor, but from shortcomings, stupidity, falsity, laziness, all of my own accord. An accord with evil.

I am the only one who can save my soul (in a manner of writing), I know that. Wouldn't it have been easier to be saved by God immediately, with his intervention every time I approached the brink of deceit? Sure. It would have been easy. Too easy. So easy there would have been no merrit in it at all. If I were not responsible for my own deeds and missteps, I would not have really existed as something desirable in His eyes.

And if I were that way, it wouldn't even come into my head that I was desirable or repugnant to him. I wouldn't even be enough of an individual to have a notion of emotions or feelings, let alone the thoughts and feelings of others. I would not be able to love, if I did not have free will. Could I be loved? Yes, but only as much as one could love an animal, perhaps even less, because I would be totally without empathy. Worse off than a dog.

The quality of choice, of the ability to choose, of the will to prefer one thing to another: I tend not to look at it as a gift. I allow myself (therefore choose) to let lonliness, fatigue, sodness, and anger take over my thoughts. It is truly a merciful and loving God that gives me choices, the ability to choose wrongly and to frustrate his plan. And yet He always welcomes a change toward him. He does not demand me, but asks for me, myself, my whole me-ness. Makes me want to cry, cause I know I'll forget it soon enough, or not care, and choose wrongly. It is a painstaking and rigerous process, isn't it Lord? Back and forth, back and forth, to and fro...like a ship on the waves....or more appropriately like a ping-pong ball in action. Why does He let me continue to muddle about?

If a lover truly loved his beloved, would he want to control her every thought and deed towards him? Make her kiss him and carress him because he wants her to, not because she wants to do so? I think not. What kind of satisfaction is there in that? The beloved is not showing him her love. as a matter of fact, she is not showing him anything. It is only satisfactory for one's beloved to love of her own accord, to love because she wills it. If she chooses not to love, even that is better than forcing her to do so. If she loves against her will, hating every minute of it, every touch, than that is hell. True lovers choose their love and desire communion with the beloved on every level, a totality.

"I am my beloved's and he is mine. His banner over me is love."
"O come my beloved, come. O Heart of my Heart, my own. Come my beloved, come I am weary, waiting for thee alone."

All for me Grog

And it's all for me grog, me noggin, noggin grog.
All for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinkin' gin.
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots,
They're all gone for beer and tobacco,
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about,
And the soles are looking out for better weather.

Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco,
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn,
And the tail is looking out for better weather.

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed,
Since first I came ashore with me slumber,
I've seen centipedes and snakes, and I'm full of pains and aches,
And I think I'll make a path for way up yonder.

The Village Blacksmith

(Courtesy of The Poet's Corner)
Father Terry recited this at mass on labor day, and I fell in love with it again.

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,---rejoicing,---sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Catholic Pick-up Lines

I take the credit for none of these (the first seven are Patrick Madrid's), but thought they were funny. However, my advice to the general Catholic male population out there would be to come up with something a bit better (you know, less trite and silly) if you're not absolutely sure that she's already in love with you. If she is in love with you, it won't really matter what the heck you say. She'll think your brilliant. Nevertheless, be careful all the same, espcially with the arogant ones. I would quite honestly go crazy if a man ever said these things to me before I new him much.

1. Did you feel what I felt when we reached into the holy water font at the same time? (Quiet Man anyone?)

2. You've got stunning scapular-brown eyes.

3. I bet I can guess your confirmation name.

4. You don't like the culture of death either? Wow! We have so much in common!

5. What's a nice girl like you doing at a First Saturday Rosary Cenacle like this?

6. Sorry, but I couldn't help but noticing how cute you look in that ankle-length, shapeless, plaid jumper. (one of my favorites)

7. May I offer you a light for that votive candle? (very cute)

8. The Bible says "Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry"; how about dinner?

9. You look so beautiful in that mantilla you wear to Mass. (another favorite)

10. Want to go to Adoration with me? (ultimate question)

11. I didn't believe in predestination till I met you. (cute)

12. Man does not live by bread alone. So how about dinner and a movie?

13. What do you think Paul meant when he said, "Greet everyone with a holy kiss" (1Pet 5:24)? (sly)

14. A little bird... the Holy Spirit actually... tells me we should get to know each other a little better. (he had better not be lying)

15. Don't worry, I'm attracted to you purely in a spiritual way.

16. Has anyone ever told you, your eyes are like doves and your neck like the tower of David? (no! Thank goodness)

17. You look like a good vocation

18. Hey ... I don't want to embarass you but your Scapular strap is showing. So ... how long have you been wearing that? We should discuss the Sabatine promises over a 40 hours devotion sometime.

19. “A girl like you only comes along once in a Blue Army meeting.”

20. Presenting a rose: “I just may be the answer to your Little Flower novena.” (he's awefully arogant)

21. “Me, I prefer a more traditional Mass. I’m a regular Latin lover.” (sarcastic "haha")

22. “You look like (an officially approved) apparition!” bold

23. “You’re a saint! Kiss me, and make me a second-class relic!” (from Walker Solis)(whoever that is)

24. "My Guardian Angel thinks you are cute."

25. If I had a bead for every time I though of you, I'd have a joyful mystery. (ingenious)

26. You are like the book of Revelation. You've got me all confused.

27. The body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. May I move my temple closer to yours?

The blushing girl tulip.

Excuses Excuses or Play on Words

Coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don’t have.

The other car collided with mine without giving warning of its intentions.

I thought my window was down, but found it was up when I put my hand through it.

A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.

(my favorite)
The guy was all over the road! I had to swerve several times before I hit him.

(my sister's favorite)
I pulled away from the side of the road, glanced at my mother-in-law, and drove over the embankment.

In my attempt to kill a fly I drove into a telephone pole.

Italian Logic and Reason

(From my Dad)

An Italian walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan officer. He told the loan officer that he was going to Italy on business for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was not a depositor of the bank.

The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security for the loan, so the Italian handed over the keys to a new Ferrari. The car was parked on the street in front of the bank. The Italian produced the title and everything checked out. The loan officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and apologized for having to charge 12% interest. Later, the bank’s president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at the Italian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the banks underground garage and parked it.

Two weeks later, the Italian returned, repaid the $5,000 dollars and the interest of $23.07. The loan officer said, “Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why you would bother to borrow $5,000?”

The Italian replied: “Minga, where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I return?”

Ah the Italians…Bada Bing Bada Boom!

This is awesome!

This little fellow looks as if he is ready to take off running!

P.S. Please realize that this is probably an enhanced shot. There are so many tissues between fetus and the outside world, that this actually impossible. You would see a bump, but not the actual foot outline.

I think it is easy to feel that nothing good is going on this our beloved fatherland, the USA. Along with the rest of the developed nations of the world, she kills her own innocents in abortion, taxes the livin' daylights out of her people, disrespects women, permits various crimes against humanity, has elite classes of people who have special privileges, and endorses numerous other attrocities. I am ashamed to say that I am often too quick to complain about these and other things. It seems that one common divider amongst Americans is the war in Iraq, the War on Terrorism. Yes, there are evil things going on, and thousands of people have been killed unnecessarily (God have mercy on them!). Would this happen anyway, even if the US military were absent? Perhaps. We just wouldn't know about it. However, whether or not we approve of the war and it's ideas, we should not let that influence our opinion of the soldier and his sacrifice. I was shocked when I met someone a while back who did not support the war, and therefore refused to pray for the soldiers or the government. I don't support abortion, but I still pray for abortionists and their aids. They are sinners like everyone else in the world, for crying out loud!

Our soldiers give up an aweful lot of goods in order to protect their countrymen and other innocents. No soldier likes to leave his family, face death every day, find mutilated corpses in the streets, watch orphans hunt the streets for food, or see terrorism/hate victims so badly mangled that they are not recognizably human. He cannot stop to say a rosary at any moment; he cannot play ball with his budies; chances are he cannot even take a walk to self-reflect. These things tax a soldier and put an intense spiritual and emotional burden on him, to say nothing of physical difficulties. That burden may persist for the rest of his life, a shadow across his mind that he will never be rid of. It is very tempting to engaging in immorality of some sort just to get away from pain and lonliness for a few minutes. Please pray for our soldiers, especially those overseas and away from their dear ones. Being a true man, strong in his convictions and certain in his love for God is not always easy, but is even more difficult when surrounded by the discouragment and hardship of war.

Our Lady, help of Christians, pray for our servicemen and women.

My New Temporary Home, and The Faith of Children

Well, I'm all moved into my new appartment, and it is a funny appartment at that. An architect would love to come and laugh at the different time periods and styles in the house. The building was built in 1930s to house the steel mill executives in the Ohio Valley. My appartment includes 80s wood flooring, late '50s bathroom fixtures, '70s tiling, '40s oven/range and metal cupboards, and various odd peices of furniture and accesorys. The fuse box is funniest of all, with only 4 switches, one for each room and a main switch. It is cozy though, not suffy, and has plenty of windows. Since it is in the basement, my window looks right at the grass. I am fascinated by basements, since we don't have them in the Virginia tidewater. If we did, they would be flooded more times than not. Whenever I had little dreams and fantasies during my childhood, I would dream about basements. Almost until I went to college, I thought they only existed in books. =) Now I'm living in one, under the rest of the building. Here's hoping the 70 something year old hunk of steel and other materials doesn't decide to colapse just when I'm living under it! O Lord preserve me!

Naturally, I have not confided this rather insignificant fear in any of my family members. Joseph would probably go balistic. When I first went to college and he found out that I was sleeping on a top bunk without a rail, he prayed every night that "Lord, please don't let Naomi fall out of bed, and hit her head and be killed. But if she does, please let her go straight to heaven." Ah the practical and eternal faith of children.

"The Terrible Beauty of John Paul II"

This is a pretty good article about our late holy father, John Paul II.
It is long, and you do have to keep reading it once you start. She is a feminist, but shows that JPII touched many more people than the millions of faithful Catholics in the world today.

http://www.thescreamonline.com/commentary/comment5-1/johnpaul/PopeJohnPaulII2.html

Bliss Miss Kiss

This is the way all stories go, says my younger brother.

Bliss: the First Step. Two young adults get married, and it is the happiest time of their life, filled with bliss, bliss, and more bliss. They know this is the best time in their lives. Next is the second step: Miss. Husband goes off to war and is gone for a very long time. They miss each other very much. These are the unhappy times, when they each are dying to see each other but don't even know if their spouse is still alive. Next comes the third step: Kiss. This happens when the husband comes home from the war. they are very happy and they kiss. These are by far even happier times than the "bliss" period. And then, as all stories end, they live happily for the rest of their lives.

Jetter to Jackie (Commander John J. Shea, U.S.N.)

Commander John Shea served aboard the U.S.S. Wasp, an aircraft carrier, during WWII. He wrote this letter to his young son, and it still stands as an example of honor, patriotism, and Catholicity.

June 19, 1942
Dear Jackie:
This is the first letter I ha e written directly to you my little son. I am thrilled to know you can read it all by yourself. If you miss some of the words, Mother will help you, I am sure.

I was certainly glad to hear your voice on the long-distance telephone. It sounded as if I were right in the living room with ou. You sounded as if you missed Daddy very much. I miss you too, more than anyone will ever know. It is too bad this war could not have been delayed a few years, so that I could grow up again with you and do all the things I planned, when you were older.

How nice it would have been to come home early in the afternoon and play ball and go mountain climing and see the trees and brooks, to learn all about woodcraft, hunting, fishing, swimming and other things like that. I suppose we must be brave and put these things off now for awhile.

When you are a little bigger, you will know why Daddy is not home so much any more. We have a big country, with ideals as to how people should live and enjoy its riches, how each is born with equal rights to life, freedom, and pursuit of happiness. Unfortunately, there are countries in the world wehre they don't have these ideals; where a boy can't grow up to what he wants to be -- such as a great priest, a statesman, a doctor, a soldier, or a businessman.

Because of these countries who want to change our nation, its ideals, its form of government and way of life, we must leave our homes and families to fight. Defending our country, ideals, homes, and honor is a duty which Daddy must do vefore he can come home to you and Mother. When it is done, he is coming home to be with you always and forever. So wait just a little while longer. I'm afraid it will be more than the two weeks you told me on the phone.

Meanwhile, take good care of Mother, be a good boy, and grow up to be a good young man. Study hard at school. Be a leader in everything good in life. Be a good Catholic, and you can't help being a good American. Play fair always. Strive to win; but if you lose, lose like a gentleman and a good sportsman. Don't ever be a quitter, either in sports or in your work when you grow up. Get all the education you can. Stay close to Mother and follow her advice. Obey her in everything, no matter how you may at times disagree. She knows what is the best and will never let you down or lead you away from the right and honerable things of life.

If I don't get back, you'll have to be Mother's protector because you will be the only one she has. You must grow up to take my place as well as your own in her life and heart. Love Grandmother and Grandad as long as they live. They, to, will never let you down. Love your aunts and see them often. Last of all, don't ever forget Daddy. Pray for him to come back; and if it is God's will that he does not, be the kind of boy and man Daddy wants you to be. Kiss Mother for me every night. Goodby for now. With all my love and debotion for Mother and you,
Your Daddy.

Commander Shea went down with his ship during the Battle of the Solomons in November 1942, just 5 months after writing to his son.

The One Thing Necessary

Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, one of the holiest men in the last century, spoke on prayer on many occasions. Regarding the difficulties facing the world today, someone asked him what was the greatest crisis in the present day. He did not mention wars, crimes against humanity, genocide, abortion, contraception, the lack of respect for the sacred, unfaithfulness, sexual promiscuity, materialism, or the breaking of the family. He responded that the single most regretable and dangerous evil of our day is the lack of prayer. It is so great, that the world is being lost to the Devil because of it. St. Pio went on to say that one who prays very much will be saved; those who pray little are in great danger; and those who do not pray are lost. (Yipe!)

There is and has been for many centuries an over-emphasis on works to the extent where prayer itself was left unfinished or completely done away with. Mother Teresa of Calcutta is known for her work and helping the poor, but she always spent several hours every day, at least two (not including communal prayer and Mass) in prayer. It is what allows us to do works, to merit for Christ.

May God bless us and guide us, and keep us safe. And may the souls of the Faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Excuses! Excuses!

My favorite is the fifth one =). Some of these you have to think about for a bit before they strike you as funny. Think about it in the context of what the person was really trying to say.

Coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don’t have.

The other car collided with mine without giving warning of its intentions.

I thought my window was down, but found it was up when I put my hand through it.

A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.

The guy was all over the road! I had to swerve several times before I hit him.

I pulled away from the side of the road, glanced at my mother-in-law, and drove over the embankment.

In my attempt to kill a fly I drove into a telephone pole.

The Narrow Path (original post June 26)

I heard a sermon this morning (6-26-07) that struck me very deeply. It was on Matt 7:13-14
“Enter by the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is easy, that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those who find it are few.”

The path to heaven is narrow, and few find it. The road to hell is wide, easy to find, and many choose it. Father (meaning the priest) pointed out that everyone knows the wide road, the path of least resistance. No matter what culture, religion, or education a person has, the wide road is easily accessible and readily available at all times. The choice is so very easy that people don’t even have to think about it or deliberate their choices. I know the wide road, the road of materialism, selfishness, license, envy, discontent, ingratitude, pride, etc. I engage in them so often without even realizing it. Our Lord says in today’s gospel (6-25-07) that it is the road to hell, and is much traveled.

The Narrow Path, on the other hand, is difficult to find. Father said this means one must make a conscious effort to search for it, must persevere and stick it out for the long haul because this path takes a while to find. Furthermore, when one finds it and begins to travel the road of righteousness, he discovers many times along the way how he is still desiring to travel the wide road, and perhaps he is actually following it though he thought he was on the narrow road. Few find it, and even fewer decide to follow it. Few? Ack! I’m in trouble!

Father’s homily today led me to thinking, about whether I am on actually on the wide path. Do I just find comfort and satisfaction thinking I’m on the narrow when I’m only tricking myself? The choices I make everyday, to disagree with someone on account of my pride, even if only inwardly, are ultimately what leads to one road or another. The choice to talk or think ill of someone; the choice to continue to ruminate over things that have passed; the choice to read an “inspirational story” instead of praying or reading the Scriptures; the choice to take a second helping when I don’t need it and could very well offer it up for poor sinners; forgetting to pray for our priests, an end to abortion, those on death row, the poor, the pope, the Holy Souls in Purgatory; I choose to make some disrespectful gesture, such as rolling my eyes; inwardly seething about a rude customer; thinking disrespect or judging those who deserve my respect by virtue of their stature in my life; omitting my prayers in order to sleep, listen to music, etc.; gossiping, or even if not engaging in gossip myself, listening to it. The little things of every day are ultimately the choice of the narrow or wide.

Perhaps it is a coincidence, but today is also the feast of St. Josemarie Escriva, the founder of Opus Dei. The society’s main focus is to encourage its members to live the Life in Christ, to live their Catholic Faith, out every day in their every thought, word, and deed. St. Paul said that you must “pray without ceasing,” but I have met very few people who think that those words were to be taken literally, or even could be. After careful deliberation and many experiences to the converse, I submit that we are to pray always and it is possible. When I am driving to work, I’ve an entire 15 minutes by myself, time to talk to God instead of listening to music. Or, when I’m doing the laundry, I could very well be praying instead of thinking about the latest thing that has come along to irritate my all too touchy sensitivities. Opus Dei, like the Little Way of St. Therese, encourages people to make each act of the day into a prayer, a little act of love for God and His people. Making your bed (if you do that every day ;-)), rinsing dishes, cleaning the toilet, setting the table, waiting at a red light, giving up extra portions and curbing road rage (you know, little words and feelings you let out when other drivers do something stupid or dangerous), and actually offering a compliment or encouragement to family members are all times when a good may be offered to God that will contribute to someone’s salvation. One of the most difficult of sacrifices is to forgo fighting back. Someone gets angry at you, and you choose to remain calm and not get angry, even internally. I have never yet succeeded at this one (sigh).

The Narrow road is the shortest road and in a certain sense the easiest. It is direct, and also ensures that once begun, you will continue to see more and more things which keep you from following Our Lord with your entire being. Once you start down the wide road, it takes a long time to find the narrow again, and it is very difficult to stop sinful behaviors because they become addictive, especially judging, gossip, sexual sins, gluttony, and falsehoods.

Thank God for a universal Church! All of our elder brothers and sisters in the faith, the Saints and the Holy Souls in Purgatory, testify that we can definitely make it to heaven, and they want us. They never tire night or day, guarding us, praying for us, and seeking to guide us in any way possible. God did not stop there in His efforts to get us to heaven! He gave us the Crown of Creation, Our Lady Mary, as our own mother. The most perfect of all things created by Our Lord, she is the model and the fascination of all virtues. Since He cannot refuse her requests, I would highly recommend taking anything and everything to her Immaculate Heart. Further, there are the guardian angels, a holy and pure being assigned to care for and watch over you and only you! Just you, and your angel, together in the battle blessed by the Lord.

Though the Narrow road be hard to find and difficult to travel, Our Lord has, in my opinion, given us many helps along the way. All we’ve got to do is snatch them up. Go ahead, be greedy! These assets are there just so you can find heaven. Don’t think that you are the only one having difficulty on the Narrow, because I certainly am! We’ve got to pray for each other on the way. If you sanctify yourself, and you will sanctify your families, your workplaces, our society and our country.

Riverdance: American Wake

In the deep night, in a dark place, I hear voices calling out in heartache;
They are wounded, they are broken, but their spirit rises when awoken.

Chorus
Yes, they may be poor in birth, but, yes, how great each one is worth!
Heal their hearts! Feed their souls! Their lives can be golden if Your love enfolds.

In their dream times, in their visions how they always hunger after freedom,
Every heart, Lord, every dark road, leads them on to reach a new horizon.

Chorus

Lord, where is our freedom?
When will our hope begin
Lord what of the promise you made; when will it come?
We have waited for the time for the truth to live, when justice will shine.
Too long those hands of freed held on and made us bleed!
When will your people breathe? Lord will it come?

Lord what of our children?
Will they always depend on You?
Lord why are they scattered and torn, and their young hearts in chains?
How they hunger for liberty, feel their hatred of poverty.
Let their spirits rise soaring free!
Lord let it come!Our day will come!

Lord where is our freedom?
When will our hope begin?
Lord what of the promise you made; when will it come?
We have waited for the time for the truth to live, when justice will shine.
Too long, those hands of freed held on and made us bleed!
When will your people breathe? Lord will it come?
When will your people breathe? Lord let it come!

I did pass the test! I passed my CNA exam, both parts! Thank God. When I took the woman's pulse, I got a 51, and thought that it was definitely not right, so I just wrote down 58. apparently, the 58 was within two marks of the tester's reading, so I passed! Hurrah! God is truly good.

I am working at a home for severely disabled children for the summer as an activities assistant. I'm going to be posting a few posts on the kids later.

Decaloug for Drivers (copied from Catholic.org)

In a June 19 release of the document "Guidelines for the Pastoral Care of the Road" in the Holy See Press Officer here, the Pontifical Council for the Pastoral Care of Migrants and Itinerant People focused on pastoral care of road users, street children and the homeless and pastoral ministry for the liberation of street women.

The document notes that driving can be a positive spiritual endeavor if drivers accept their responsibilities of living their faith behind the wheel.

“Those who know Jesus Christ are careful on the roads...They don’t only think about themselves, and are not always worried about getting to their destination in a great hurry,” it adds. “They see the people who ‘accompany’ them on the road, each of whom has their own life, their own desire to reach a destination and their own problems. They see everyone as brothers and sisters, sons and daughters of God. This is the attitude that characterizes a Christian driver.”

While acknowledging that “road vehicles give us many advantages” as rapid means of transport, the Vatican document they “may also be abused.”

It points to the some 35 million people who lost their lives in road accidents and to the about 1½ billion who were injured in the 20th century, adding that in 2000 alone there were more than 1.2 million deaths, with 90 percent of accidents estimated to be due to human error.

“The harm caused to the families of those involved in accidents, as well as the protracted consequences for the injured, who all too often are permanently disabled, should also be borne in mind,” it says. “In addition to harm to persons, the enormous damage to material goods should also be taken into account.”

Among unhealthy actions and “unbalanced behavior” that lead to potential accidents, injury and death and certain physical and spiritual danger include: disregard for road signs as “almost a curtailment” of supposed rights; “domination” of other drivers through reckless passing, over-acceleration and/or excessive speed; showing off; driving when physically or mentally incapacitated, under the influence of alcohol and/or other drugs or in a state of exhaustion; reckless use of motorbikes and motorcycles; road rage; cursing and rudeness.

“For some drivers,” the document says, “the unbalanced behavior is expressed in insignificant ways, whilst in others it may produce serious excesses that depend on character, level of education, an incapacity for self-control and the lack of a sense of responsibility.”

Cardinal Renato Raffaele Martino, president of the Pontifical Council for the Pastoral Care of Migrants and Itinerant People, said that the document’s aim "is to guide and coordinate all the ecclesial bodies in the world of the pastoral care of the road, and to encourage and stimulate episcopal conferences of countries in which this form of pastoral care does not exist, to organize it."

"Church and state, each in its own field, must work to create a generalized public awareness on the question of road safety and promote, using all possible means."
Referring to the evangelization of the road, the president of the pontifical council recalled that the church also aims at "the religious formation of car drivers, professional transporters, passengers and all those people who, in one way or another, are associated with roads and railways." In this context, he recalled the fact that in many countries there are "fixed or mobile highway chapels, and pastoral workers who visit motorway service areas and periodically celebrate liturgies there."

The "Ten Commandments" for drivers, as listed in the document, are:

I. You shall not kill.

II. The road shall be for you a means of communion between people and not of mortal harm.

III. Courtesy, uprightness and prudence will help you deal with unforeseen events.

IV. Be charitable and help your neighbor in need, especially victims of accidents.

V. Cars shall not be for you an expression of power and domination and an occasion of sin.

VI. Charitably convince the young and not so young not to drive when they are not in a fitting condition to do so.

VII. Support the families of accident victims.

VIII. Bring guilty motorists and their victims together, at the appropriate time, so that they can undergo the liberating experience of forgiveness.

IX. On the road, protect the more vulnerable party.

X. Feel responsible toward others.

I just got back from taking the Virginia State Board of Nursing Certified Nurses Aid examination. I hate pulses. I can't find radials on anybody, and when I do, the pulses goes away. Darn! I really hope that pulse actually was 58BPM. Sigh.

Other than that, life is pretty dull, with a few high points. Yesterday I got home from work and was greeted by Daniel knocking on my door before I could open it. The big eyed kid was eager to tell me "something horrible happened while you were gone." Peter broke his hand. Today, Bernadette stepped on a bee and her foot has swelled up. I have been coerced into watching Freaky Friday (the old one) so more update later.

Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears

(this song is beautiful, and offers an adventure for the heart into the history of your ancestors if they, like mine, are from Ireland.>




On the first day of January Eighteen Ninety-two,
They opened Ellis Island and they let the people through.
And the first to cross the threshold of the Isle of hope and tears
Was Annie Moore from Ireland who was all of fifteen years.

Chorus
Isle of hope, Isle of tears, Isle of Freedom, Isle of fears,
But it's not the Isle I left behind;
That Isle of hunger, Isle of pain, Isle you'll never see again,
But the Isle of home is always on your mind

In her little bag she carried all her past and history
And her dreams for the future in the Land of Liberty.
And courage is the passport when your old world disappears,
'cause there's no future in the past when you're fifteen years.

When they closed down Ellis Island in nineteen forty-three
Seventeen million people had come there for sanctuary.
And in the springtime when I came here and stepped onto its piers,
I thought of how it must have felt when you're only fifteen years.



The Isle of home is always on your mind.

Loneliness

“At times (more often than I’d like to admit) I get a feeling that I’m totally cut off from the world, that there is no one out in the great big world who cares about me, and no one would miss me if I were to suddenly vanish. I want them to miss me. I want someone to talk to, with whom to share my deeper feelings, but I have no such friend. They would probably be glad not to have to send an extra Christmas card…”

Well, that sort of thinking is a little extreme toward the end, but, it expresses a certain sentiment which all social beings experience at one time or other: loneliness, the feeling that one is alone and has no one to turn to… and not by choice. Loneliness is a kennan knowledge, a knowledge which cannot be known definitions and study, but by experience. It is subjective, hence the word meaning of Lone=alone. Certain persons, by virtue of their unique temperaments, are more prone to loneliness than others, and these temperaments therefore face more difficulties in that they must be careful not to wallow in self-pity, and must make a conscious effort to prevent these thoughts from controlling them.

These persons who are particularly beset by loneliness often forget that the reason behind the loneliness is usually their own doing, is a severely self-centered feeling. Furthermore, loneliness is usually brought on by cutting the self off from one’s fellow men, either in actuality or in the mind. This is not to say that loneliness can be unavoidable, say for instance, in the case that several of his dearest friends have double crossed a certain man and then abandoned him. He is very like to feel not only sadness at the loss of friendships (or that which was perceived as such) but also loneliness, precisely because he finds himself alone. Therefore, loneliness is at times unavoidable and legitimate. At other times, though, it is one of those battles for mastery over one’s failings.

I was in one of my very lonely bouts during a difficult time in school and emotional health (they seem to affect each other overmuch for some strange reason), and my sister called me on the phone. She didn’t know what I was going through, but was excited to offer a reflection that she had recently read. “The basic cause of loneliness is the excessive desire to be loved, for this creates an atmosphere of lovelessness. The more we seek to be loved, the less we are loved. The less we are loved, the less lovable we become. And the less lovable we become, the less capable we become of loving anyone else. Like a bird caught in a net, we deepen our tragedy.” Sort of made a lot of sense, and made me feel sort of, shall me say, ashamed? =D

Cures for loneliness? I submit performing acts of charity, constant mental prayer, and focusing on doing things for other specifically because it helps others and not because you are seeking any reward or returned feelings.

Granny's Condition

Well, my grandmother's condition demands special prayers because she is on her way to the next life. She has been on a ventilator for the past 3 years, 3L of O2 24/7, and now she is no longer eating. (This is actually a normal part of the dying process because blood no longer flows to the stomach as much. The body is shutting off, so it is, at this point, cruel to force them to eat or to put in a feeding tube.) During the ordeals of the last three years, as she has suffered very much and her body has slowly deteriorated, she has returned to the practice of the Faith. She had stopped practicing the Catholic Faith (or any for that matter) 21 years back, and has now turned to God. For the past 2 years my father has brought her communion after mass, and two nights ago, she asked for Holy Viaticum. She has pneumonia (again) and this time, we are told, it can only be managed and not gotten rid of.

My mother is the only one of Granny's 10 children who is practicing any sort of faith, with the possible exception of one Aunt. My Grandfather, who is a Baptist and never converted, is taking the whole thing very hard and is very sad, worn out, and tired all around.

I am certain she is in the last stage of her life. Please keep her, my grandfather, and the rest of the family in your prayers. Offer Rosaries and Masses for her if you are able. Her name is Anne.

Lord, guard all those who will die tonight and allow them to turn to your mercy in the last moments of their life. Give to them peace and comfort, especially those who must die alone. May the souls of the faithfully departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen

Some favorite slogans and quotes

"When you call me that, smile."

"He's two, but I'm two three."
"You three-faced triple crosser."

"I child-proofed my house, but they still keep getting in."

"Girls are from the dark side, and exist solely to make boys lives difficult and give them a reason to rely on God." Fr. Moss

"When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you!"

"I brought you into this world and I can take you out!" (an enraged parent)

"The Soprano, she's a big...ah...well, she carries alot of weight through the Opera. She's about 4 and a half feet tall, lying down. And she comes in from the left side of the stage in a single pile."

"It isn't my fault! I didn't want to be a monster! The gods willed it!"

"You want hair, marry a monkey."

"He's the only man I know who was born at the bottom and went down in the world."

Well, it is one week into summer break from school. I am finding that jobs are rather evasive little imps, and everything I seem to apply for just sort of disintigrates, or turns out un-get-at-able for one reason or another. I'm hopefull of two, at least.

Break began in a wirl. I lost my powercord to my computer enroute to the Homeland, and it has not yet turned up. I'm hoping it didn't come out at one rest stop or another. That weekend, two of my brothers and my father went off on a boy scout campout in Wakefield. They went to Jamestown (which, by the way, is celebrating it's 400th aniversary!) and had a first rate experience, but all we got to hear about were the knives on display, the latrine, and the racoons at night. Boys are great for details, I'm findin'. =) I started a job hunt, from which I have not rested until today. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places. However, I think I've found an in.

It is quite funny to be "free" when one's family is still engaged in attempting to finish the school year. One thing is for sure, that if I will not do Seton with my children. I don't wish them to have as difficult a teenage life as I did, but of course most of that was just my own fault aside from Seton. If I hadn't read so many books, I'd have had an easier life. It is quite a wonderful thing to be free with school. I've reread three of my favorite books (Letzenstein Chronicles by Meriol Trevor) already, and am starting a fourth, more serious book.

I broke my camera in the last week of classes, and have continued to put off doing much in the way of talking with the company to see if they will rectify the situation for me, since I only had it for a few months.

As I was driving home the other day with several of the natives in the car, there was an elderly, heavyset lady walking down the road somewhat unsteadily with her fists planted very firmly on her hips. "You know what she's doing Naomi? That Lady's holding herself together!" How the heck am I supposed to keep them in line if they are so funny. I was not blessed with wit, but they seem to have got my share.