Dear Mother of Mercy,

I am dedicating my blog to you. I'm pretty fed up with it and I'm ready to "chuck it".  I'm at a loss as to which direction to take it. Let me know what you intend do with it and how it goes. As you know Monday is my cooking day and I will be spending the entire day cooking for the week and then tackling those sewing and ironing projects. I will be off-line but I'm totally okay with you filling in. Lord knows you'll do a much  better job than I can and your catechises will be dead on.

Please pray for me and our family dear mother and please consider the Novena we finished on behalf of Elizabeth.

I've been tagged by Vincenzo to do a meme about food. So here goes.....

I have O.C.D. and  I'm very picky about what I eat. My  mother in law who happens to be one of the sweetest people on the planet once made fun of the way I eat with her girlfriend giggling and saying that I didn't  like it when my food touched other food on my plate and that I only eat one food at a time until it's finished. I didn't know I did those things and I've never seen her make fun of anybody else before, however I thought she was amusing.

* BTW. Potluck dinners drive me crazy because I don't know who made what and with what ingredients or if they washed their hands or if they let their cat sample it before I did- It's a mental quandary for me.

1) What food, even if you were dying of starvation on a deserted island, would you refuse to eat?

I'd gnaw on my left arm before I'd eat shrimp. (I'll never eat a caper either)

2) What is your favorite frozen dinner entree?

I like a cheap Totinos pizza on occasion but I wont eat anything with round pieces of meat on it which resemble dog food and the stuff I've cleaned  from the bunny cages. My brain tells me that this food is gross but my taste buds say, "Eh, it's not that bad," but I tend to agree with my daughter Elizabeth, who says's that eating is most often another chore, and something you have to do.

3) What is your favorite beverage?

I drink lots of water and  I carry this container with me where ever I go.  I won't leave the house without it and because it's in continual motion it rarely gets washed. (  I know, but remember they're my own cooties which I'm immune to - physically and mentally.)

At Christmas or Thanksgiving I'll probably drink a Sarsaparilla.

4) What condiment do you use the most?

I don't believe in condiments,  I'm Catholic.

5) If you were a vitamin/nutrient which one would you be and why?

I'd be a Riboflavin /niacin combo  because it's a pretty simple nutrient (brewers yeast) - used to enrich our foods, and it's found in everything  from rice and  breads to cereals. You don't want Pellagra.

6) If you were about to be executed for crimes against humanity what would your last meal consist of?

I would want to eat Mexican food with my activity director that had been created by an authentic Mexican person  who knows what they're doing. I would also request that they call me by my first name and tell me I'm special.

(In reality when my death is imminent,  I will abstain from food and pray really, really hard.)

Although I wasn't asked - My favorite dessert - Homemade blueberry pie with real ice cream. It's even better if I can eat it in the company of my daughter Grace who also loves this pie.

How much humility can one person take?

Dear God,

I've decided as an active member in good standing (eh, pretty much) of the body of Christ I respectfully request a change in body parts. I would  no longer like to be considered  as the "ass" portion of the body because  I've decided I'd rather  be the appendix  and here's why.  Well first off  to say that I've grown weary of being the ass is pointless and self explanatory, I've been one for a very long time and this change is long overdue. If I were saaaay, the appendix I would be accountable for some special but "unknown to man"  function  within the body even though honestly - I'd be mostly laid back, quiet and well hidden from view but all the while - busy, busy, going about your will  God  as an active participatory member but no one would ever notice me nor give me a second thought.

As the appendix, when I'm no longer needed I could go out with a burst bang which would look impressive to the entire body and additionally my departure would leave an awesome scar - one which would give the entire body pride and fond memories of me and yet they'd still function beautifully without me - never even miss me. Did I mention the impressive scar?

* Disclaimer -This ain't no pity party, I'm simply tired of embarrassing myself over stupid stuff. (A part of the human condition I suppose.) I wonder if I can offer up "embarrassment" for poor souls?

Church people

I've been elected to be the new PTO president of our children's school.

You know what comes next don't you?

Someones gonna get flash fried.

(It's gonna be me. I just know it.)

*Disclaimer- Nuke jokes are never funny and neither are church people.

 

It's gonna hurt!!! It's gonna hurt!!!

My mothers day dream - The nightmare.

I dreamt I was in an alley standing with my back against a building  and facing an amusement park where the bright festive lights could be seen far off into the distance a few miles away.  The lights indicated to me that it was time to go home after a day of pleasure and play  but the main focus of my dream was right beside me. I watched a homeless woman care for her newborn baby who she kept well hidden within her shirt. The mother loved this baby with a depth of love that only a mother could understand but sadly the baby was deformed and dying. The mom knew the babe had some from sort of a genetic defect as it was badly misshapened so she felt getting medical attention was not advantagious, in fact, she thought (and rightly so) that medical professionals would only separate a dying baby from it's mother and with nothing to gain. She nursed her baby and swaddled it  then she tucked it (I think it was a boy) away into a makeshift sling she had made. She struggled to keep the baby warm and safe so she hid herself away into some sort of a greasy, smelly garage where she felt safe and well  hidden in the dark as it had minimal lighting.

As the dream continued  I saw her sitting  with her baby and I  watched people who would pass by her with  their condescending glances while making unkind utterances - you know with sounds and not with words but most especially from an old man who viciously scorned her. (He was tall, white and  sharply dressed in slacks and a  crisp collared shirt. He was bald on top with grey hair above his ears) She was viewed  by all with contempt and disgust and my heart broke for her, but not for her baby because the baby was content and had everything he needed.

*There are women who've been  invited to share in our blessed mother's grief of the cross. This is an exclusive club and it's by "invitation only".  It's about holding a dying child, an innocent child while nurturing and loving the child with all of your might as they wait to die. I came away knowing that a good and loving mother has less to do with the stuff she is able to provide but rather it's about the love and tender care you feel and extend to another  human being - it  trumps everything else. There is nothing  greater that you can do than to love as this mother has loved. As our blessed mother has loved.

* Disclaimer; When you suffer your never alone and even though it may feel as though you are.  As your sins are not considered private, neither are your sufferings. The body of Christ knows. We just know.

Lastly to my children; showing love and kindness to the people around you , the people who God sends into your path is the greatest gift  you can do as a member of the body of Christ. It's what makes us the people of God- his children, the people who he has called us to be.