Monday, March 31, 2008

I don’t know if I’m alone in this, but it takes me an inordinate amount of time to figure out which of my keys opens the door to my home.
If handed my husband’s keys, I’m completely useless. I have to physically try almost every single one.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

I’m so tired you’d think I spent the weekend partying it up.
And you’d be right.
Saturday night I helped friends celebrate the first birthday of their darling daughter.
Sunday afternoon was a bash for a boisterous and beautiful 2-year-old.
I think the cuteness wore me out.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

I have never read any works of Oscar Wilde, but I have had a quote of his above my desk for years.
It reads, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
Today I read another of his, which I’m quite fond of:
“The Catholic Church is for saints and sinners alone. For respectable people, the Anglican Church will do.”
In case there was ever any doubt, I belong to the “sinners” category. Luckily, so did many of the saints at one time or another.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Today I picked up a dietary supplement from the natural pharmacy near my work. It’s supposed to aid in digestion.
I bought it without noticing it contains 100 mg of Porcine Bile Extract.
Now I’m wondering if I ingested the intestinal juice of a hog along with my lunch.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

“You’re cuter when you’re typing,” my husband says as I stare at a blank screen.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

I’ve been thinking about God’s will and something my friend Faith told me in February.
She was paraphrasing Fr. Walter Ciszek, who spent 5 years in solitary confinement and 12 years in a prison labor camp.
She said, “The secret to holiness is simply this: To accept every moment of your life as coming to you from the will of God.”
I’m still thinking about that and what it means to me.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

This recipe will be of absolutely no use to you because I made it up, didn’t measure anything and some of the ingredients were leftovers of dishes I do not have the recipes for.
But my husband said it was “the best dinner ever.” I told him he was just saying that. “It made me feel loved,” he countered. So okay, maybe I’m not the very worst cook in the world.

Linguine with Easter Tomatoes and Asparagus
Linguine, cook with salt according to the package
Simmer the following ingredients while water boils and pasta cooks:
Olive oil
3 cloves of garlic, chopped
1 small sweet onion, chopped
1 can organic diced tomatoes
1 can white kidney beans, rinsed
Mom’s marinated cherry tomatoes leftover from Easter
Nicole’s grilled asparagus leftover from Easter, cut into bit-size pieces
Water to thin sauce
Salt, pepper and red chile pepper to taste
Lemon juice, optional, to taste when served

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Monday, March 24, 2008

“My goal in life is to make you happy,” I declared to my husband. “Well, it’s one of my goals,” I clarified.
“I think your other goal is to make me unhappy. You're nothing if not balanced, my love.”

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

I’m such an optimist. For each major holiday, I bring a pair of tennis shoes with me to my parents’ house with the hope that after stuffing ourselves we will be inspired to take a walk.
This never happens as laughing is the closest we get to formal exercise.

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Saturday, March 22, 2008

It took until the day before Easter, but our Christmas tree finally came down. Gives me a whole new reason to sing alleluia.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

I am not such a fool to think I would stay when the disciples who knew you so well ran. No, I would run too. But by your grace, I would come back.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

It’s Holy Thursday, which for me means washing people’s feet and having my feet washed in return.
This might seem like the most bizarre of religious traditions, but it really is one of the most beautiful of the year.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Thomas Fuller said, “If you have more than one true friend, you have more than your share.”
It’s in this way that I’ve always considered myself ridiculously rich.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The most disgusting thing to happen to me in a long time happened this morning.
I woke up with the carcass of a bug stuck to my neck.
Gross, right? But I thought, hey, it’s a blog entry, nothing interesting needs to happen for the rest of the day.
Then at lunch I somehow managed to get locked inside the women’s bathroom.
I had to use my cell phone to call my male boss to come get me out.
It felt like a movie.
I was told to stand back and there was even talk about needing a crowbar.
Brute force did the trick, and I was spared the embarrassment of being rescued by the fire department. Although our mailman and half the building witnessed the commotion.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

I tell God all the time, “thank you,” while asking for more.
Today there were prayers of gratitude without demands for seconds.

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

My sister: I had a dream about macaroni and cheese last night. But it was homemade macaroni and cheese.
My brother: Was it a nightmare?
My sister: No.
My brother: Then I guess Christina didn’t make it.

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Earlier today I was suffering from a case of the Not Enoughs.
Not enough time in the day. Not enough money in the bank. Not enough clothes in my closet. Not enough sugar in the world to sweeten my mood.
I’ve long believed perception is reality, but when I have the Not Enoughs, sometimes it takes awhile for my brain to reset my emotions.
The difference between lack and abundance is a fine line that exists in our minds.

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Friday, March 14, 2008

When I pretend type on the computer, it always looks the same.
Every time I play make-believe writing this is what I get: jkljfdklajkfldjaklfdj.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

This is why I spend such little time cooking. Last night I made rice pudding, tonight I spent an hour cleaning the kitchen.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I’ve heard you should never turn your back on the ocean.
The same could be said for any dish that requires cooking whipped egg whites on the stovetop.
In my second attempt to make dairy-free rice pudding, I mistakenly turned my back on the rice-soymilk-egg white mixture long enough for the egg whites to rise four inches above the stockpot.
“Oh my gosh,” I screamed as I caught sight of the pending disaster.
“Is it on fire?” my husband shouted calmly. He seems to have heard the panic in my voice on enough occasions it no longer startles him.
“Umm. Umm. It’s not on fire,” I said as I tried to force the rising egg whites to recede.
But it was too late. About a quarter of the puffy egg whites spilled over the pot and onto the stove and into the gas range.
To compensate for the missing ingredients and disguise the smell of burnt pudding, I added a ½ cup of sugar to the recipe, which seemed to do the trick.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

I called my friend Sheila right after my prayer meeting tonight.
She commented I seemed less nurturing than usual.
It had something to do with the militant way I kept telling her all her negative thoughts (the ones we all have about not being good enough) were straight from the devil.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

My grandmother turned 82 yesterday.
To celebrate this monumental occasion, my family joined her and my grandpa at bingo tonight.
My grandma was wearing her “Happiness is Yelling Bingo” T-shirt.
Her and my grandfather are such regulars, my grandmother was actually surrounded by presents from her bingo friends.
It reminded me of the way children celebrate birthdays in elementary school.

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Sunday, March 9, 2008

I finally reached an age where my mother doesn’t remind me incessantly to change my clocks for daylight-saving time.
And, as you can guess, I completely forgot.
So when my husband and I woke up this morning, we briefly thought we had 1 hour and 15 minutes to get to Mass.
It’s amazing how fast you can get out the door when you forgo showering and all acts of vanity.

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Saturday, March 8, 2008

I spent all day talking. It was great.

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Friday, March 7, 2008

Last night, there was a Mass and an anointing of the sick for Faith.
Afterward, her best friend asked that we storm heaven today with prayers. We did.
And the update I received tonight was that the surgery went well.

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Thursday, March 6, 2008

I have been watching courage in motion.
Two days before Valentine's, my friend Faith was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Tomorrow she will be having a mastectomy.
Today she started a blog: http://faithexnihilo.blogspot.com/.

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

I’m too old for a quarter-life crisis, too young for a mid-life crisis.
Yet, I continually feel like I’m in crisis.
I know I’m not alone.
So many of my friends share my angst.
We seem to be having trouble finding our place in the world.
We’ve all worked very hard, in our own ways, to get where we are, but we’re not quite happy with the scenery.
It feels like we're on the edge of change.

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I’m looking for a blog topic (yes, my one-sentence entries have a topic), when my husband suggests I write about the weather.
Umm, no thank you.
Oh, all right, it’s gorgeous.
Really, I live in California, what do you expect?

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Monday, March 3, 2008

I’m going to declare March 3 a personal holiday. Thanks to Google, I learned today marks the birth of Alexander Graham Bell. The telephone is hands-down, hands-free my favorite bit of technology.

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Sunday, March 2, 2008

“Maybe you should take a Tylenol P.M.,” I suggested to my husband, who has been having trouble sleeping.
“Premenstrual?” he questioned confused.

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Saturday, March 1, 2008

Something you should know about me is that I get extremely queasy over anything even remotely medical.
In high school and college, I often had to put my head down on my desk during science class, even nutrition.
It wasn’t until my mid-20s that I could get through a gynecological exam without feeling seriously faint.
And once I actually passed out after deeply contemplating but not actually giving blood.
So it really should not have been a surprise that after having six-and-a-half tiny vials of blood drawn this morning, I turned white and had to put my head between my legs.
Really, something inside me believes I’m tougher than this, but apparently I’m not.

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