Friday, April 25, 2014

No Patience for This

How tedious.

Each day brings another wave of articles, quotes, and heretical speech regarding the canonization of JPII and John XXIII.  Each day I hear people grumbling about new saints.  Can you even imagine? They're complaining about NEW SAINTS!!  Stop it. Stop it now.

I'm so happy to see that in your 20, 40 or 60 years on this earth your pride hath elevated your opinion to be greater than that of Holy Mother Church.

I'm not going to argue finer points with you. I'm not going to listen to one more theory on the legitimacy of the papacy since Paul VI. I'm not going to engage in "anti-pope" discourse with you. I am going to pray for you. I am going to sincerely wish for you that the saints you approve of greet you should any of us enter the Kingdom of Our Lord.


p.s. you may want to look "heresy" up in the CCC, or any reference book for that matter.  Claiming that the Holy Ghost left the Church makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.


Thursday, April 24, 2014

shoe, fly

Dropped off Matt at school.  Raced home. Appointment at 9:40, it's now ten til 9.  Bathed two babies. Oh, my word, I do believe their feet are stained black.  Clippers? can't find 'em, oh well, maybe doctor won't call DSS.  Cute outfits. Ish.  Well, they're clean anyhow.  That equals cute, here.

Now shoes.  We have shoes in baskets. We have shoes carpeting floors. We have shoes under beds. We have shoes lining the left hand side of every staircase there is in this house. We have shoes cascading out of closets and gym bags. Oh my word, I cannot find ONE matched pair for the babies!  EVERYONE! Start praying to St.Anthony, QUICK!  All hands on deck....SEARCH!  It's now 9:20.  Success finding the pippers that look like sneakers for Johnny.  Oh, geesh, there's one boot and one sneaker for Mary,,,WAIT! TWO SANDALS! woohooo! With socks, that counts as shoes!

Mad dash to strap them in and book it to the doc's.  Unload, diaper in hand (diaper bags are for rookies), barrel into office - "WE'RE HERE! phew!"  it's 9:51.  They graciously still take us. Because they're doing me a favor, right?

"Gee, there's a breeze at my ankles."  Look down from the counter where I am handing over co-pay money.  Mommy is wearing leopard print slide on slippers.

And the beat goes on....