wake up people

The children came home from school one day this week and mentioned that when they went to daily Mass the priest said that our Bishop has stated that we can no longer shake hands at the Sign of Peace. Nor will there be any Precious Blood offered at Communion.

Catholic or not, just think about that for a second.

Beyond sad. Obama's swine flu has made people scared of actually being a Christian. Scared to receive their Savior in the Eucharist because of germs.

Satan has entered the building people. Wake up!

Christ embraced lepers but we can't shake hands with someone who might have the flu? Where is the faith here? Isn't He bigger than germs? I don't even remember this kind of brouhaha when AIDS was rampant. For God's sake, have a Purell dispenser just before the Holy Water Font. Before Communion, ask those who are germy to refrain, but don't cut us ALL off from receiving Jesus in the Eucharist.

They'll know we are Christian by our love fear.

respect, it's a beautiful thing

Today on the way home from school, we were met by a funeral procession. I can't speak for the rest of the world, but here in the south, all traffic stops until the cars pass by.

Respect for those who are mourning: it's a beautiful thing.

Just one of the reasons I love living in the south ('cause it sure ain't because I love mosquitos).

animals now more important than children?

Oh yeah, there were some kids living there, too.

(disclaimer: this is an article and video about animal abuse and though I didn't think it was overly graphic, I just want you to be warned in case you are sensitive about that kind of thing.)

a conversation stopper

When I picked up the wee ones from Mother's Morning Out today, Number 5's teacher shared that the had read the book One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish in class and had made a little matching game with red and blue fish.
One of 5's friends was standing nearby and I asked her what color the red fish was.... "Green", she beamed.
"Um, no. Not quite" I said.
Then I turned to 5, said "what color is this?"
"Mine."

mmmm Hmmmm... 'kay then.

three days

King and the kids (yes all of them!) are going to NC to visit his sister and her family for this upcoming long weekend.

I am nearly in panic mode trying to plan the hours from the moment they leave until the moment they return.

There is so much I WANT to do, so much I NEED to do (some of the items on those lists overlap). I think a girls' night sleepover party may be in the works. I should purge some stuff and bag up some cabin clutter for the local thrift store, perhaps I could dust the furniture. I need to exercise and want to spend some time in the Lord. Soooo many choices.

There is also this quilt I want to make but never have gotten to because as sweet as it is that my sewing room is also wee one's nursery.... well, you get the picture. Besides, the dining room table is a great sewing surface for big projects. I won't have to be clearing it off to have meals. Or homework. I could eat in the living room. On my broken-legged couch even!

I just hope that whatever I choose to fill those 60 or so hours will have me refreshed, renewed, and ready to see those sweet smiling faces bound through the door on Monday night.

it finally happened

I told them it would. They kept doing it. Over and over and over. For the past several years.
Like loose teeth, really. It was just a matter of time ..... until the couch legs finally caved in.

keep those gas-guzzling tanks on the road baby

Oh wowzer... if global warming is the reason that the past few days have been absolutely cool and crisp and beautiful, bring it on! Indian summer a thing of the past?!?! Fine by me!

(image found at pribek.net)

"I do believe in spooks global warming. I do believe in spooks global warming. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do believe in spooks global warming."