will you get old fashioned with me…

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I can’t say it enough…

... posting something like this on blog is like preaching to the choir. Still take a small moment and read this post, consider the gravity of this health care reform bill, then forward this article to every person you can think of who might actually be in favor of socialized murder... uh, I mean health care. It's not just the unborn that need protection anymore, it's the elderly, disabled and chronically ill as well. … [Read more...]

the precious fruit of my womb…

... last night my darling son climbs into my lap, under the guise of wanting to give me a hug. He then proceeds to fart loudly on my lap declaring "Ha! My bottom is a weapon!", then runs like mad laughing wildly. … [Read more...]

Caption this…

... the dawn of "modern" ecclesiastical art, maybe. Photo by Imogen Cunningham, Nuns at a Calder exhibit. … [Read more...]

pomp and circumstance…

... an embittered battle ensues, all for the sake of ceremony. I have been trying for some time, quite unsuccessfully I might add, to register my son for CCD classes in preparation for his first Holy Communion. My kvetch are the times the classes are scheduled. They start at 4:30pm with only one evening class at 6:30pm that happens to fall on a night I have one my classes. When I called to find out my alternatives, expressing that most people are at work during those times, the lovely reception … [Read more...]

reason #2,342,001 Catholics are cooler…

... we make a mean home brew.Carthusians brewing Chartreuse liqueur c. 1930 … [Read more...]

reason #2,342,002 why Catholics are cooler…

... we have style. … [Read more...]

before a storm…

... I love the swirling energy the air seems to be charged with moments before a storm; the distant rumbling of far off thunder, the quickening breeze and the dramatically darkening sky. Most especially, though, the way the leaves on a tree turn over to reveal their porous side in preparation of receiving a drink. The contrast of vibrant green leaves against the tumultuous grey sky are hues that represent, in my mind, a change on the wind. Even the birds sense it; they stop singing. ...all this … [Read more...]

altar of prothesis…

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