Bienvenido a los Estados Unidos ya hablan Inglés…

… Learning a foreign language is hard. Really hard. It’s especially hard when I keep getting the bits of Italian I learned mixed in with the Spanish I am currently studying. I am honestly in awe of the multilingual. The biggest obstacle to learning a new language is actually trying to speak it without sounding like complete and total idiot. It really does take a certain level of confidence to speak to a native Spanish speaker in their tongue. You hope they are kind and patient.

I admit that I used to inwardly cringe whenever I had to speak to a person who was not a fluent English speaker. I knew I was in for a slow conversation with lots of repetition. I loathe having to repeat myself. There’s nothing worse than being incredibly busy and having to stop what your doing and spend twenty minutes trying to make myself clear to someone when it would otherwise take a two minute conversation.

Learning Spanish has not only made these interactions run a bit more smoothly and thankfully quicker, it has also made me infinitely more compassionate. I understand that the Spanish speaker in front of me is just as uncomfortable fumbling for words in my language as I was when I visited Rome and butchered the beautiful Italian language. There is a reason why expats seeks each other out when they move to foreign countries. It’s the comfort of the familiar language and customs. It’s not an indicator that these expats want nothing to do with the society they moved to. They aren’t intentionally trying to not assimilate, just remain in their comfort zone.

In the US the Spanish language is no longer about the human desire to communicate and the preference to do so in the way that is the most comfortable and familiar to the speaker. It has become a political tool for the immigration platform. Individuals who support tough immigration laws are usually the ones that don’t appreciate having to “Press 1 for English” and feel that if you move to the US you are obligated to speak our language – Welcome to America, now speak English.

I support tough immigration laws but I know first hand that being required to speak a foreign tongue isn’t something learned overnight. It takes years to learn. So what do immigrants, legal or illegal, do in the meantime if we are to not tolerate a single utterance of the Spanish language? Preventing someone from actively being involved in their new culture due to language constraints is the exact opposite of assimilation.

It’s completely unrealistic to expect a person to jump into another country and immediately speak and behave in a culture foreign to them. There has to be a transition phase which is going to take time. This is why immigrants seek out the local Spanish market and retailers. It’s not that they don’t want to be a part of the US and are making a political statement; they just want to by groceries and run errands with a minimal amount of effort. As a parent I can not find fault in that.

The Spanish language is also not a threat to national security. It will follow the same generational course as any other language spoken in the US. The parents will speak minimal English but their children will be effortlessly bilingual and the grandchildren will speak nothing in their ancestral tongue. I could offer up my own Hispanic family as a prime example.

I think the majority of this Spanish speaking phobia is based on ignorance and underexposure to foreign places and people. But thankfully God made us evolving creatures capable of transition and intellectual growth. As we gain knowledge our understanding develops which enables us to be kinder and empathetic to our fellow man. Language enables us to gain this needed knowledge so why would you want to limit yourself to just one?

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Mardi Gras around the world…

… In Rome

In Venice

Photographed by Stewart Halperin

In North Carolina

Pictured in the front; Frank Weathers and Mr. Nelson. Stephanie’s the tramp in the back with the big hair and her hands on her hips and that’s me by the open trailer door waving y’all to come over and have some apple wine and moonshine in red plastic cups. Cause I’m fancy and junk.

What?

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Those Dutch knew how to throw a party…

… Merrymakers at Shrovetide or “Vastenavond” by Frans Hals c. 1616-17

Don’t you love the crass revelry depicted here – the crude finger gestures and is that dude in the back giving me the two finger salute or just throwing a gang sign?

Two of the figures are recognizable as stock characters from comic theater, “Peeckelhaering” (Pickled Herring), with the garland of eggs and sausages, and Hans Wurst with sausages on his cap. If you are familar with Hals you may also recognize the Wurst fellow as the same gentleman from “Married Couple in the Garden“. He is believed to be the painter Dirck Hals, Frans elder brother.

The bawdiness of it all reminds me of the Flemish painter Adriaen Brouwer, a pupil of Frans Hal.

They are O.G.’s from Haarlem after all.

Happy Fat Tuesday y’all.

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Lent…

… I am terrible at Lent. I never seem to get it right. I can’t stick to what I’ve given up or remain dedicated to what I’ve promised to do. The best I can muster is reading a book relating to Lent and a fish fry or two. Terrible, I know. I can not even cultivate a proper penitential atmosphere on my blog that so many others seem to do. But I will try though. There’s merit in effort I’ve heard. At least I pray there is.

Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday and I am going to do what I typically do this time every year in preparation…

I recognize that look... it's the look of someone who's about to get their hand stabbed if they don't remove it from my doughnut.

… gorge on doughnuts. Amen.

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today’s post is brought to you by Lady Mary’s eyebrows…

… I have to get it all out of my system before I can properly proceed with blogging. If I don’t, I’ll simply die. So if you haven’t seen the finale yet or even parts of Season 2 – look away now.

Those eyebrows. My Goodness. Mary’s eyebrows could act for her; she’d need no script. If it weren’t for their wide range of expressions Season 2 might have been a total wash. I tuned in just to watch them twitch across her forehead episode after episode… it was hypnotic.

Let’s pray I resist the urge to try and replicate the look on my own face because I fail to learn from past mistakes.

Season 2, you failed me. Finale, you let me down even further! No No No, Lady Mary does not deserve to end up with Matthew. She deserves to live miserably ever after with Sir Richard and reap the life she sowed. In fact, Season 2, you were better suited for regular daytime TV then the erudite programming of Masterpiece Theater.

If I wrote Downton Abbey Season 2 …

1- Sir Richard would have had a hand in the appearance of Peter/Patrick Gordon. Matthew would have been missing in the war for much longer and Peter/Patrick’s arrival would be timed accordingly. It would be Sir Richard’s grand scheme to dethrone Matthew as the heir. And amnesia, really? Amnesia!? Ok, who let the writers of General Hospital on the set?

2- Sir Richard would also be responsible for Vera Bate’s death just to spite the family and cause more scandal. He would have promised the family protection and saved Bates from prison and the gallows so that Lady Mary would be indebted to him forever. And ever.

3- Thomas would have gone on to be Sir Richard’s valet and the three of them; Richard, Mary, and Thomas, would make the unholy trinity. Mary would come to tolerate Richard and the two would become an Evil Power Couple causing the ruin of anyone who dared cross them.

4- Lavinia never would have been in the series. Matthew would have started to have feelings for Sybil after he rescued her from that melee and nursed her bruised head. Mary would then turn her venom on Sybil with the aid of Evil Richard.

5- Isobel Crawley would have died of influenza – just because she annoys me.

6- Branson would have immediately been dismissed from the household after his vile soup concoction instead of making viewers suffer his constant whining and pining in the Grantham garage.

7- All the soap opera theatrics would have been canned. Part of the reason so many people fell in love with the characters was their ability to maintain a stiff upper lip in the most dire of circumstances, often to comical results. Season 2 was far too melodramatic and, dare I say, emo. Especially I-Don’t-Deserve-Happiness Matthew. Good Lord, man up ole chap.

Dry your eyes, Matthew. At least you can be “properly married” now.

8- Oh, and I would make kind and loyal Carson Mary’s real father, conceived during that first awkward year of Robert and Cora’s marriage. It would explain his devotion to her.

9- I would have also given Branson to Edith instead, if just to shut up her crying, and they would have had a big fat scandalous Catholic wedding in Dublin.

10- and the whole thing would have ended with a fantastic duel on the front lawn of Downton Abbey – The End.

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forgive my frivolity…

… It feels so wrong to be attending a Downton Abbey party this weekend while there is so much political unrest to be blogging about instead. I’ll be watching a marathon airing of the entire Season 2 and it’s finale while making off color jokes about poor Mr. Pamuk, meanwhile the world goes to Hell in a hand basket around me. Well, one must put on a brave face during war time. Being defeatists is so middle class, you know.

I’m going to be terrific mess come Monday. Let us cry together till Season 3.

At least I will have my amusements to keep me entertained.

Related Link: Downton Dish

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Hey Girl…

… Fillion Friday.

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here’s a fun game to play…

… I’m not sure if you noticed but the frequency of posting has been slowly declining. You see, I am writing a book. Well, a field guide type of book anyway. An ornithological type guide to nun gazing complete with categories, genus, species, and order. There will even be an endangered and extinct section. I’ll let your imagination run rampant with that one. Needless to say it’s kept me quite busy.

The research has proven quite fascinating to learn of the different orders and their distinctive habits or lack there of. In the process of gathering my info and pouring over the countless images of nuns I started playing a little game with myself. It’s called Find The Nun. The rules are self explanatory; find the nuns from the photos below.

I confess to having made this particular game easy but sometimes it is very hard spotting the nun. Very hard indeed.

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clever boy…

… A friend asked my son if he was going to see the Star Wars movie in 3-D and he looked thoughtful for a moment then plainly replied, “I don’t think Jar Jar Binks in 3-D would be too entertaining. No. I’ll pass.”

So we went to see Journey 2 the Mysterious Island instead because George Lucas sold his soul and Jules Verne commands more respect in our household.

This was my childhood; full of science fiction-y whimsy. Note the joy on the child’s face is in direct correlation with the absence of Jar Jar.

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pity be damned…

… God has a wicked sense of humor. I can prove it.

What’s worse than bumping into someone you once dated looking absolutely horrible – like ripped pantyhose, tea stained blouse, haven’t washed my hair in two days horrible? Why bumping into him looking that way on Valentine’s Day while he’s out with his new love, of course. Not only did she appear ten years my junior but her hair was clean too. Figures.

Even though I looked like a vagrant I could see the painful regret in his eyes as he glanced back at me longingly when we parted. At least that’s how I am going to retell that story to the grandchildren Nathan Fillion and I will have. Someday, Nathan. Someday.

Never mind the reality of the whole incident. I’ve moved on and gorged myself sick with half priced Valentine’s Day candy. Pity be damned when there’s chocolate to be eaten.

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“my point is, don’t try to trick me…”

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it’s not all hearts and roses…

… it’s skulls, relics and martyrdom.

I will also embracing my inner Slav this evening, at the counsel of my friends, and celebrating the feasts of Sts. Cyril and Methodius by drinking Vodka. Lots of Vodka.

Interestingly though, this is the first Valentine’s Day in many years I find myself without a boyfriend or dating someone. I hate that word, boyfriend. I was pleasantly surprised; however, no one could even see my Scarlet Letter “A” indicating I was “Alone” and thus I was spared from children’s taunts and people pelting me with cabbages. I even left the paper bag at home. So it was a good day…

See how absurd that all sounds. Some girlfriends and I refer to today’s “holiday” as Single’s Awareness Day but really no one even notices you’re single, except maybe a busy body aunt or mom who is dying for grandkids. I have a son so my folks pretty much stay off my back.

So don’t buy into the hype if you find yourself single today. You don’t need to be validated with a cheap balloon bouquet and some flowers, though chocolate never hurts. No one on this Earth is ever going to love you more than Christ. No one is every going to love you more fully than Christ. And as long you have Him you are never alone.

This warm fuzzy moment was brought to you by Grey Goose and Godiva.

… see how stupid that sounds.

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taking back my saints one holiday at a time…

… Tomorrow my son will be forced to endure another classroom party and be the unwilling witness to the character assassination of good St. Valentine. When I think of what the hippies did to poor St. Francis I get angry, Jesus style.

He has to bring in 18 of those little Valentine cards to share with his class and pass out to the other kids while us parents have to bring in cupcakes and pink food. I’m sure my sweet suffering child will have to make construction paper hearts and some other crap. I don’t envy him one bit.

It’s a good thing I know what boys like. Boys like martyrs. They really do. To save the day I printed out wallet size images of St. Valentine with the inscription, “St. Valentine, martyr of the Church, pray for us”. Along with each little card I included a short biography and snippet from the Golden Legend.

What young man doesn’t love a story about a virtuous rebel and valiant servant of God. And honestly, speaking as a woman, I think our story of the real saint is far more romantic and noble.

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the power of a homily…

… There are few things more detrimental to the spiritual well being of a congregation than the stand-up homily. The stand-up homily, in case you don’t know, is a homily where a priest tries to get all relate-y to his congregation using jokes and pop culture references. Nothing is said that could be construed as confrontational or judgmental. It serves no purpose other than to entertain. It is really a dreadful spectacle to endure. I have no patience for the stand-up homily. It is a complacent thing that bears no real fruit.

When a priest faces his congregation and speaks boldly the Gospel truth and reaffirms the Church’s teaches in no uncertain terms one of three things can happen to the listener. Their faith can be reinvigorated by a powerful homily, a stirring can begin to develop where one never existed before, or it can fall on deaf ears. With a stand-up homily the first two are surely to never happen.

Last week I read a heart wrenching letter published online. The anonymous writer was moved to contact the priest after hearing his pro-life homily. She wrote of the life long guilt and damage a women endures after having an abortion. It’s an honest letter and one that deserves to be read.

“Seventeen years later, there has not been a single day go by that I haven’t wondered about the baby whose life was cut short because of a choice. I look at my children now with the knowledge of having robbed them the chance to have an older sibling that they have never even heard about. Knowing I took the only opportunity for the father of the baby to have a child of his own. Living with such mental and emotional distress that not only I, but my husband now has to deal with, and finally, wondering each day if I am truly forgiven and if I will be allowed into heaven after I die.

I can say with 100% conviction that absolutely nothing positive came from my abortion.”

Read the full letter here.

Just imagine, if this women’s priest had given a stand-up homily we would be robbed of her powerful testimony on the soul destroying effects of abortion.

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