Oh, no ... wait ... That's Billy Donovan, soon-to-be-former UF Basketball coach.
Thursday, May 31
When we left for vacation, I noticed that the lilies and the roses were budding out like crazy. When we got home, the roses had started to bloom, but the lilies were kind enough to wait for me. This is the first year that we've had all the lilies growing to full hieght and blooming. I only missed those two bulbs, which were promptly chomped down by the deer.
I'll have to snap pictures as they bloom. The tall ones (seen above) are about three feet high!
Tuesday, May 22
How many bloggers will post this before the end of the day?
Probably just enough for me to feel the 2x4 that God typically uses to smack me upside the head.
If I did this one thing, I'd make it to Mass more often, we'd get school finished earlier, and we could go to the park more often.
I am SOOO sure these posts are for me.
I'm so pleased with how the crowning went, too. There were two things that I asked for in relation to the tea. I asked God to please let us sell some tickets. And I asked Him to please hold off the predicted rain until after we crowned His Mother.
Praise God, He answered both prayers for me. (He said yes, by the way. He actually ALWAYS answers prayers, but sometimes the answer can be "no" or "not now.")
Here is the Blessed Mother with the crown I made. One of my best friend's daughter got to do the crowning. :)
Monday, May 21
One of my favorite parts of Pinky and the Brain was the "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" part of nearly every show. This site has a list of every AYPWIP that aired on Pinky and the Brain (including when they were just a part of the Animaniacs).
Here, for fun, is a sampling of a few of my favorites:
4 Nov 93 - Bubba Bo Bob Brain
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
Wuh, I think so, Brain, but burlap chafes me so.
10 Nov 93 - Spell-Bound
"Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Pinky?"
Sure, Brain, but how are we going to find chaps our size?
15 Feb 94 - Brain Meets Brawn
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
I think so, Brain, but if they called them "Sad Meals", kids wouldn't buy them!
23 Nov 96 - A Little Off the Top
"Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
Well, I think so, Brain, but if Jimmy cracks corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?
12 Sep 97 - Brain Noir
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
I think so, Brain, but if we get Sam Spade, we'll never have any puppies.
Really, there are so many! If only I could find the sound files online! I used to have dozens of these things on my computer (before the old one died on me).
(***Update: I found the .wav files here, and I tried linking that last one to its file at the site. Let me know if you can get it to work.***)
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Mrs. Golden was shopping at a produce stand in her neighborhood. She approached the vendor and asked, "How much are these oranges?"
"Two for a quarter," answered the vendor.
"How much is just one?" she asked.
"Fifteen cents," answered the vendor.
"Then I'll take the other one," said Mrs. Golden.
And, because I'll be on vacation for next Monday, here's one from You Tube. The Office has become my favorite new sitcom to watch. Hubby and I are going to be buying all the old seasons of this one. In case you haven't watched it before, it is done like a documentary on the sales office for a paper company. No laugh track. It's based on a British show (same name) and is absolutely hysterical. (Warning: The song in the background of this video is Justin Timberlake's "Sexyback.")
Sunday, May 20
Friday, May 18
Tonight: Big Girl's soccer game, God willing. Pray for no rain, please. Just until she has a chance to play. She missed two games last week because they had to make up one while she was away on vacation.
Tomorrow: Little Girl's dance recital. Two numbers, costume change, no Mommy backstage at all. Oh, and no place to hide the scapular, so I'm wondering if she wants me to pin the pieces of an old one in each of her costumes. Maybe I'll do that for her.
Tomorrow night: Co Op end of year celebration and dinner. In between picking up the girls' friends for the recital (they are our guests) and other normal housekeeping stuff, I need to make something to bring to this party. And organize stuff to bring to show off.
Sunday: After Mass, tons of laundry in preparation for the packing I'll do Monday and Tuesday for...
Wednesday: Vacation. Off to South Dakota and Kansas for visiting family and Hubby's 20-year high school reunion. Our flight leaves at 8:00 a.m.. Thank God our airport is small and close by. If we leave the house at 7, we should be fine, though I'm sure we'll leave earlier than that. Oh, and ask me how happy I am that I can't bring something to drink to the gate. Go ahead. Ask.
(Oh, and on Tuesday, Big Girl has soccer practice, which she will go to in spite of not being able to make it to the game next Friday.)
So, if I am not blogging, then I apologize in advance. And, yes, I was working on the post about the tea and May Crowning. But now it's late, and I have things to do today. I was having trouble with wording it well. Maybe later. We'll see.
Thursday, May 17
How many books do you own?
Good Lord, am I actually supposed to count??? Let me estimate that one. The three shelves I have behind me have more than 300, and then there are the kids' shelves upstairs, the boxes under the stairs, and the ones strewn about the house in various places and in various stages of being read. I did not count manuals for stuff or atlases. It's easily in the neighborhood of 1,000 or so.
Book(s) I am reading now:
1. Witness to Hope
2. Island of the Blue Dolphins
3. The Bible (thanks to Understanding the Scriptures)
4. The Divine Comedy (just started it)
Books I've read recently:
1. The Little Princess, The Secret Garden, and Little Lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodges Burnett (I actually read The Little Princess to the girls, and that is how I got started on that bender.)
2. Comrade Don Camillo
3. All of the Harry Potter books
Five Books That Mean a Lot to Me:
1. The Holy Bible (The primary author is the Holy Ghost, or, as it is commonly expressed, the human authors wrote under the influence of Divine inspiration.)
2. Hail, Holy Queen (by Scott Hahn; it really made me understand and appreciate Our devotions to the Blessed Mother)
3. A Mid-Summer's Night Dream (yes, Shakespear; I read it in 7th grade and it made me understand how accessible the Bard really is - and how FUNNY!)
4. The Lord of the Rings (by Tolkien, of course!)
5. The Legend of the Three Trees (a children's book that never fails to make me cry)
2. Red Neck Woman
3. Ma Beck
4. Kathy Jo (because she doesn't have enough to do after moving)
I might have completed this yesterday but for the awful headache and nausea that came over me (oddly enough, just as I should have been getting dinner for the kids so we could attend Mass).
Wednesday, May 16
Little Girl: "Mommy, I think that people should give up war."
Me: "War? Yes, I think that's a good idea."
Little Girl: "Yes, I think that people should try peace instead. I bet they'd like it if they tried peace instead."
Tuesday, May 15
A forum for people of all ages and backgrounds whose voices are not normally heard in the mainstream (or even non-mainstream) media. Here you will find fresh, intelligent, and sometimes surprising discussions from women who value modesty in its various forms.
I've really enjoyed a lot of the writing there, especially their views on how to be modest in ways aside from how you dress. It's really an overall attitude. Catholics call it chastity. ;)
Anyhow, here's a sampling of a more recent post from the Mod Squad:
It's So You!
I've been reading a book that I highly recommend. It's So You! Fitting Fashion to Your Life by Mary Sheehan Warren is a must-read for anyone who is interested in being both fashionable and modest. Trust me when I tell you that I have read many books on fashion (more than I care to admit!) but never have I read one that intelligently and seamlessly weaves a very cogent argument for modesty and an extremely helpful how-to that caters exactly to your body and your style. The whole book is excellent but I adored her sections on modesty.Because your body is so much about life and love, it is closely tied to the love you give from your heart. True love is the gift of your self to another....Each relationship (professional, casual, friendly, familial, and intimate) provides its own level of give and take. So, in the most superficial of these you are barely affected because you give very little away. (You don't love what you don't know.) For the most part, you are unmarked and unchanged.
A sexual relationship affects you in a far more pervasive way because you give your most intimate self. So if you are still wired the way you began, you are given in a wholly emotional way in response to that kind of give and take.
She then goes on to explain how this effects the way you dress.Dressing for success for your whole life means dressing with the confident knowledge of your true value. If we cannot take our sexuality for granted, our style shouldn't either. Our style is about who we are and the kinds of relationships we have. If we shouldn't give ourselves sexually to just anyone, our style must facilitate this. This quality, that is, the refinement that protects our sexuality from the eyes and minds of just anybody, is called modesty....
[Modesty] is a positive paradigm for fashion choices; not a strain of fashion removed from the mainstream. It blends. It's real and works for real women and promotes our material well being as well as (and even more importantly) our dignity. It can be fashion-forward and will work in anyone's personal style -- even the trendiest.
I love that part because I enjoy fashion but I am often dismayed to see that it has been co-opted by immodest styles -- to the point that I wonder if I should just shun all fashion out of hand. But I think our job as women is to nudge fashion in the modest direction. There will always be bad stuff out there, but our goal is to promote what is good and ignore what is bad in fashion.
There is, of course, more.
But the blog is excellent! Check them out!
... The origins of the practice are traced to the early days of the church when very devout religious (monks, priests, nuns) made it a practice to recite all 150 Psalms daily. Many laypeople wanted to imitate that practice but memorizing all 150 Psalms without being able to afford a copy of them, much less find the time to say them daily was simply beyond reach. What evolved was the practice of saying simple prayers 150 times instead…usually the “Our Father” or a “Hail Mary”. In order to keep track, rocks or stones were placed in one pocket and moved to the other throughout the day as the prayers were said. Eventually, this lead to the knotting of cords, or stringing of beads and of course, some figured out that one needn’t have all 150 on a cord just say 10 (a decade) 15 times etc. Things from other sources also converged to make the Rosary what it is today as well. Many theologians, particularly in the Middle Ages believed that each of the 150 Psalms was reflective of particular events in the life of Jesus and his mother. So underlying the discipline of saying all 150 Psalms daily was the idea that it was a meditation on the life of Jesus and the path to Salvation. Now tie in St. Dominic, who was a primary figure in fighting some of the heresies that were particularly troublesome in the late 12th century and early 13th century. He had a vision that one of the ways to strengthen the church against these heresies was to teach people to meditate on the life of Jesus and his mother so what was once just an underlying idea became the principal idea. ...
Gianna and Madeleine were building sand castles with their shovels and buckets, and as is typical of my little ones they made their fun known to all around them with loud shouts of exaltation, running in circles around me and dancing. Enjoying the sunshine, sipping on lemonade and being spectator to the happy, living miracles before me, I had not a care in the world. Not, that is, until I was approached by a beautiful thirty-something woman who had been enjoying her day on a lounge chair in front of us.
This pretty lady kindly commented, "Your daughters are darling. You have your hands full over here, don't you?" to which I responded the way I always do when I receive this compliment, "Not as full as I'd like." Most of the time people smile at me and go on about their business. But this woman seemed to want more.
In her own words she expressed her astonishment at my wanting more children, and proceeded to explain that she and her husband had a two year old girl at home, and they were "done" having children. I was even more saddened to learn that her daughter was home with a nanny while she took a day off her job to spend alone at the beach. She explained that one was enough because she had given up her freedom already, and the demands of young children seemed enslaving to her. I held back my tears tightly enough that she wouldn't be alarmed by my reaction.
I've experienced the same kind of attitude. Recently, I sat at a meeting at my part-time job with the other women - all mothers - who all expressed that they could not wait until summer camps started once school let out. "School lets out on June 6; I'll be dying for summer camp to begin by the 8th!"
"Oh, God, I'll be dying by the second!"
Lots of laughter from the other moms, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No one has more than two children. No one WANTS more than their two. "My hands are full already - I couldn't possibly handle having more than what I've already got!"
At least their children weren't there to hear it, as was the child of a woman who had come in for a class at the center. She lamented about how hard it was just with the ones she had and she definitely wouldn't want any more. This was said in front of her preschool daughter.
I'm constantly amazed by this attitude, and some of it even seems competitive. It's like they all need to one-up each other in how much they detest having to spend any more than the minimum required amount of time with their own children. Between that and the constant materialism, I've come to appreciate my homeschool group even more. There, children are all blessings (even if some of the moms were jealous when my girls went away for a week with my parents at the same time as Hubby went away on a business trip). No one complains, though, that they "have to" spend time with their kids. Every one of them gets to spend all day with them as they educate their families. The biggest problem I have around them is that I get the baby blues sometimes because I can't have more children.
But at this part-time job I've had, I constantly find myself biting my tongue about how they view their kids.
From now on, I'm using Kristen's line when people comment that my hands are full:
"Not as full as I'd like them to be."
And that's the truth.
Monday, May 14
When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, "The Lord is my Shepherd, and that's all I need to know."
Friday, May 11
Thursday, May 10
I have a cousin who is a priest. He has worked in some absolute hellholes and he’s also rubbed elbows with the very privileged. He notes that it’s only the very rich who want to strip down churches into bare halls, or who want to serve Communion in wicker baskets because “that honors the poor.” The poor don’t really appreciate the wealthier folks deciding what “honors” them, he tells me. Condescension, for example, doesn’t do it.
My cousin says that truly poor folks he has ministered to are the ones who want beautiful churches, and they recoil at the idea of serving Communion - the banquet of the Lord - in baskets instead of something finer. The “something finer” used at mass isnot the “insult to the poor” the rich believe - rather it’s a promise of hope, a promise that everyone is in the game, not just some, that nothings is withheld from anyone. It is a reason to work, to become educated, to pursue the thing for which one senses one has been born, which is never “simply to be a nothing.”
I think that really sums it up nicely. Our parish has glass pattons (not really pattons, but very wide-mouthed bowls), glass "chalices" (except for the main one, which is gold), and a ciborum which is made of wood. We did upgrade our tabernacle when a local parish went back to using the tabernacle behind the altar (it's a landmark and was built more than a hundred years ago in all its gothic glory). They gave our parish the one they'd been using in the coat closet - I mean adoration room - when they'd taken our Lord out of the marble one in the sanctuary. (This "room" was about the size of a janitor's closet and was not even in the church; it was in the hallway around the bend, and any time we visited for Sunday Mass, we'd practically trip people as we all genuflected when we got to the wall outside the room. No one else seemed to ever genuflect there.) So, anyway, we now have this beautiful tabernacle, but our altar, ambo, etc. are all wood. We do have a stained glass fund now, though, which gives us great hope. Many have been the Sunday that Hubby and I gaze at the plain glass above the altar and dream of which saints can go there. And I daydream about having enough funds to buy several chalices and ciboria so that we can have really nice things for holding the Body and Blood of our Savior.
Anyway, I read part of an interview with him today at Ignatius Scoop, and I really loved this quote from him. If I had a quote journal like some bloggers I know, I'd add this to it. :)
The Catholic Church frames the Christian life as one in which you must exercise virtue—not because virtue saves you, but because that's the way God's grace gets manifested. As an evangelical, even when I talked about sanctification and wanted to practice it, it seemed as if I didn't have a good enough incentive to do so. Now there's a kind of theological framework, and it doesn't say my salvation depends on me, but it says my virtue counts for something. It's important to allow the grace of God to be exercised through your actions. The evangelical emphasis on the moral life forms my Catholic practice with an added incentive. That was liberating to me.
Yeah...what he said!
Wednesday, May 9
Born to Muslim parents. She and her mother converted to Christianity - Flora was raised Christian, her brother Muslim. She was often abused at home for her faith. She took a private vow of chastity, and ministered to Christian prisoners. When her parents announced an arranged marriage to an Islamic man, Flora and her Christian friend Mary ran away, briefly hiding with the home of Flora's sister. The sister, however, feared being accused of harboring Christians, and threw the two out. Her brother publicly betrayed her to the Islamic authorities. She was imprisoned and scourged for her faith, escaped, was recaptured, and martyred.
Daughter of Almanzor, Muslim caliph of Lerida, Catalonia. Sister of Saint Bernard and Saint Grace. Convert, brought to the faith by her brother Bernard. The three tried to convert their brother Almanzor, who turned them over to Moorish authorities. Martyr.
at Lerida, Catalonia as Zoraida
Also known as
Son of Almanzor, Muslim caliph of Lerida, Catalonia. Brother of Saint Mary and Saint Grace. Convert. Benedictine Cistercian monk at Poblet, taking the name Bernard. With his sisters, he tried to convert his brother Almanzor, who turned them over to Moorish authorities. Martyr.
Life of Abo [russian]
The following two pictures are of the underside of the crown, which I tried to hide with wide ribbon that has wire down the sides. Hopefully, the mass of tangled wires that holds on the red and blue flowers won't be as noticable this way. :) The white flowers were all a part of the wreath that I bought, as were most of the leaves that you see. I figured that I'm not that artistically inclined, so I should start with a base that is mostly-done.
Like I said, I really am curious as to what it looks like to other people, and though I do want you to be honest, please be gentle if you want to criticize. And if you do have ideas on how to improve it a bit, then please pass that on.
The homily was excellent - the bishop talked much about doing the right thing. He talked about how we expect that other people do the right thing. When he went to the hospital for falling on his face, he was glad the doctor had done the right thing in medical school and not skipped the class on what to do in his situation. When you fly to Hawaii from California, you trust that the person who runs the GPS or who installed the GPS in the satellite did the right thing and paid attention to what was being done because you've got nothing but water all around for 5,000 miles. We, too, must do the right thing.
Then he tied all of this in with how the Holy Spirit, given to them anew in Confirmation, would help them in life to do the right thing. Some gifts will help them to discern what is right, others will help them to know what is right, others will give them the strength to do it when no one else is. It was wonderful, and I am tempted to write to him and ask if he has an outline of the homily so I can use it with my girls when we get more in depth with the Sacraments.
I think, though, one of my favorite parts was when he discussed Fear of the Lord. This is not an irrational or paranoid fear. It is really a fear of losing that unique, one-of-a-kind relationship that we have with the Creator of the Universe. We should all fear that. Which is why it's important to allow the Holy Spirit to work in us so that we may do what is right. After all, Jesus said in the Gospel reading that if you want to be a part of Him, you must keep His commandments.
Tuesday, May 8
Monday, May 7
A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan, in which a man was beaten, robbed, and left for dead. She described the situation in vivid detail so her students would catch the drama. Then she asked the class, "If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?"
A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, "I think I'd throw up."
Friday, May 4
...If Jesus meant for the church to be sola scriptura, why did He not explicitly say so? Why did He not write a book? Why did He say He was going to found a Church on Peter instead of a book? Why is there not explicit instruction from Jesus with regard to the place of Sacred Scripture as the sole rule of faith? Sacred Scripture itself says scripture is beneficial for teaching, reproof etc but it never says that ONLY scripture is appropriate for those things.
If Jesus meant for Sacred Scripture to be the sole rule of faith, why did He not instruct the Apostles to immediately begin recording the gospels and establishing a canon? If if He did instruct them that way, why did they not do it? Why weren't the gospels written right away to provide that rule of faith for the earliest Christian? If sola scriptura was meant to be the sole rule of faith how did the early Christians do it with neither a complete copy of Sacred Scriptures or an undisputed canon? Sola Scriptura was simply NOT POSSIBLE until at least the 4th century. ...
Be sure to go read it all. Then poke around the rest of her site and enjoy!
Wednesday, May 2
What about socialization?
Two women meet at a playground, where their children are swinging and playing ball. The women are sitting on a bench watching. Eventually, they begin to talk.
W1: Hi. My name is Maggie. My kids are the three in red shirts -- helps me keep track of them.
W2: (Smiles) I'm Terri. Mine are in the pink and yellow shirts. Do you come here a lot?
W1: Usually two or three times a week, after we go to the library.
W2: Wow. Where do you find the time?
W1: We home school, so we do it during the day most of the time.
W2: Some of my neighbours home school, but I send my kids to public school.
W1: How do you do it?
W2: It's not easy. I go to all the PTO meetings and work with the kids every day after school and stay real involved.
W1: But what about socialization? Aren't you worried about them being cooped up all day with kids their own ages, never getting the opportunity for natural relationships?
...You know you want to read the rest.
Our Baby Saint
by Collette Wilson
Do you settle in the Queen's arms so sweet?
Does she rock you and sing you to a gentle sleep?
Is your cradle close by her precious throne?
Does she make certain that you are never alone?
Does He ever put His crown on your head?
Do you kneel and kiss the Sacred Wounds that once bled?
Do you whisper kindly to Father dear
To take care of your parents so "they may come here?"
Does Saint Joseph kiss your fair little hand?
And tell you the miseries of this far off land?
Do you say lots of prayers for all the lost souls?
Do you always rejoice when the bell for Mass tolls?
Do angels fly you on their blessed wings?
Do you love to listen to the hymns that they sing?
Do you hold brown cloth for Saint Simon Stock?
Do you assist Saint Francis in tending the flock?
Do you and Saint Therese gather flowers?
Can you listen to Saint Anselm for hours and hours?
Does Saint Anne teach you all that we believe?
Do you help Dominic with rosaries to weave?
Does Saint Paul unveil all Heaven's glories?
Does Saint John Bosco tell you all the saints' stories?
Do you play with Saint Peter's keys of gold?
And share all the mysteries there are to be told?
Did you know my dear daughter, that you are missed?
Do you know how we had planned to do all of this?
And yes we know too that this is God's plan
So that we could have a Heavenly helping hand.
Yet in our hearts we will not be complete
Until the moment that we at Heaven's gate meet
For that moment to come we all must pray
When we hold you in our arms nevermore to stray!
So until the day when God brings us there
It helps to picture you and all the Heavenly care.
For non-Catholics reading this, you can learn more about all of these saints (and more) at this site.
Tuesday, May 1
So far, I have sold tickets to my family and my friend and her daughter.
This weekend is our second attempt at ticket sales, and our last chance to sell them.
Please pray for the success of this event so that we will not have so much trouble holding it again next year.
For details on what the Respect Life Committee been up to at our parish, you can read this old post from March.
I thank you in advance for your prayers.