Shoved to Them
The Computer Guy and I went to the military retirement of a friend of ours this afternoon. We, and a neighbor of ours, were the only Catholics at the reception which was held in a Baptist church.
At one point, a joke was made about the retiree’s dad sending one of his grandchildren to get him a beer. The listeners were clearly shocked, not just that he sent a child but that he was drinking at all. His daughter-in-law quipped in a self-satisfied way, “Well, you know he’s Catholic, they’re drinking real wine for Communion when we’re sipping our grape juice.”
My neighbor leaned over to me and whispered, “I don’t know about you, but I’m drinking the Precious Blood.” Amen, sister.
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Jen from Conversion Diary mentioned me in her post yesterday. I don’t know how many readers she has, but my hit count was 4x what it normally is. I’d hit my normal level before I even got out of bed yesterday. I think I should have been a bit more star-struck at the park.
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I’d like to thank the mystery person who linked to me on Facebook last night. If it was you, please raise your hand so I can thank you personally. I wish there was a way of figuring out who it was other than saying “olly-olly-oxen-free.”
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Audio books were the sanity of last week’s Texas trip. People keep asking how I did it, and that’s the simple answer. Percy Jackson and the Olympians kept my children quiet and listening for the entire drive down and most of the drive back. It was a 10 hour drive one way (thanks to construction.) Going on a drive? I highly recommend them.
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My three year old just published this post before I was done typing it. I love helpful children.
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My Lenten prayer buddy is killing me slowly. She writes these beautiful heart-rending posts and then ends them with “Are you out there Prayer Buddy? I really need help with this.”
It’s all I can do not to reply “I’m here! I’m praying! I’m taking you with me to daily Mass, and offering it up for you.” She doesn’t take anonymous comments or I’d have left one the very first week. Would it be wrong to drive to her house and just hug her? Or do you think that would weird her out too much?
Oh, and to my prayer buddy….could you please pray that we sell the house? It’s shown twice in three months. I’m trying so hard to trust God, but our deadline is fast approaching and patience has never been a strength for me. Thanks.
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I have ironing to do this afternoon. Have I told you how I love to iron? It’s a sickness almost. There’s just something about the smell of spray starch.
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I got an email from a popular fashion website. The parenting part wants to name my blog as one of their favorite “Best of the Web” picks next month. Yay me!
I’ll let you know when it is up so that you can ooh and ahhh over it with me.
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