That's how Good Friday made me feel.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
We remembered my Aunt Gloria today.
It's a terrible thing to lose someone you love. But it's a beautiful thing to know you were loved your whole life by someone who was a joyful light in this world.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sometimes you just want to give a shout out to the amazing people you call family. This is one of those times. I love my cousins.
Monday, March 25, 2013
You really don't know how much the roof of your mouth means to you until you burn it. Badly. This painful lesson occurred Friday night while eating a piece of once-frozen-but-now-piping-hot cheese pizza. I'm still feeling the effects.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
St. Patrick's Day was celebrated a week belated at my parents' home this year. Per tradition, John Wayne's "The Quiet Man" was played. My dad is not Irish, but he is very serious about this tradition. I'm not sure how I've managed to be his daughter for 35 years and never really watch this classic. It was great ~ funny, sweet, ridiculously politically incorrect and, best of all, it has a happy ending.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
"Never lose hope.
Never get discouraged.
And be willing to fight.
Because your love has consequences, and those consequences are eternal."
~Fr. John Hopkins
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I think nuns are really cute.
When I see them, I think of my Aunt Gloria. She wasn't a nun, but she and her friends impersonated them on occasion.
(What can I say? Catholic humor is a little wacky.)
Anyway, these nuns are extra cute because they are hearing the very exciting news of the white smoke.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Maybe they got confused by the time change. Or they might be trying to relay to me an important message. But a small flock of birds have taken to holding their singing practice at 3 a.m. outside my bedroom window.
Monday, March 18, 2013
If you (or in this case, your spouse) spends the entire weekend sick, it should be mandated by law that you get an immediate do-over.
Friday, March 15, 2013
"Have no anxiety at all, but in everything,
by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,
make your requests known to God."
~ Philippians 4:6
A friend of mine brought my attention back to this verse today. It was a perfect reminder of how to practice faith, hope and trust.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
In case you forgot, this is a year for good news. Bring on the miracles.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
John texted me at 11:07 this morning: "White smoke!"
This was followed by: "Could be wrong, but it's billowing out right now. Live stream."
You know you're Catholic when you skip all the mainstream media outlets and go straight to the Vatican website.
There I could see for myself the white smoke billowing and hear the bells ringing and feel the energy of the thousands gathered in the square.
Of course, if you ask my dad, he'll tell you that it took five rounds of voting because the cardinals were fighting over him.
He even has a pope name picked out, should the Holy See ever call on him to serve ~ Eusebius II. (The original Eusebius was pope in the year 310.)
Of course, Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio from Argentina had another name in mind when he greeted the world ~ Pope Francis.
This is a man who has chosen to live a life of simplicity, and his humble spirit has already won us over.
It may have been a close race between Pope Francis and my dad, but I think the cardinals made the right choice.
Still, my heart rejoices, "Viva il Papa!" for both my fathers.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
In addition to tearing my home inside out (this is actually happening), I have also been feeling in real need of a makeover. As my luck should have it, Sheila decided today to start a new blog just to give me beauty advice. Of course, you are invited to read it, too.
Monday, March 11, 2013
I always say I want to minimize and organize, but this time I really mean it.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
We spent the weekend with friends, and without naming names, let me say one person in the group has a somewhat mischievous sense of humor.
After a day of confusion, the bottom line is this:
The time change is a lot harder when someone sets the clocks back an hour the day before you're supposed to spring forward. The result of which leaves you one hour behind.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
For those of us anxiously awaiting the election of our next pope, here's something fun to do: Adopt a Cardinal.
The website will randomly select a cardinal for you. I'm praying for Raffaele Farina SDB. He is from Italy, was born on September 24, 1933 and has been a cardinal since November 24, 2007. He recently retired from his post as the Vatican's archivist and librarian emeritus.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Remember those long car rides with the four of us kids in the back of the van, one or two of whom would often get car sick? Anyway, I remember you always played this song in the car, and we all loved it. I just never knew it had lyrics.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Twice tonight while talking to two different people, I thought about a book I read in my early 20s and the idea of joy and sorrow sharing the same breath.
Only two lines are underlined in my copy of, "The Lessons of Love," by Melody Beattie.
One is at the beginning of the book:
"Life isn't just mysterious and unpredictable, it can be unbearably cruel and breathtakingly wondrous, sometimes at the same time."
The second is at the end:
"I didn't have to scramble up and down the ladder from despair to euphoria anymore, trying to convince myself that life was either painful and terrible or joyous and wonderful.
The simple truth was that life was both."
I'm not sure exactly why these words spoke to me when they did. But I think they are true. Life is both, but it's mostly good.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Mondays are usually a headache, but today actually gave me one. And it wasn't even a bad day.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
My parents have these wonderful friends, Bob and Marilyn, who joined us tonight for Sunday dinner.
They are retired, but Marilyn's background is in psychotherapy.
During dessert, my dad asked her if she liked the ice cream.
When she said yes, he said, "I made it." Which is exactly the kind of lie he tells about 54 times a day just to see if anyone will believe him.
"Marilyn," I said. "With all your experience dealing with the mentally ill, do you have a name for what my dad is?"
Without skipping a beat, she replied, "Charming."