i wasn't really crazy about this meme because right now i am hating myself in pictures.
however, i willing complied and gave my children "impromptu-paparazzi" freedom,
hence the annoyed look on my face while i am sitting at the computer. i know i sort of look like owenwilson in zoolander (that is a really horrible movie, so if you don't know what i am talking about, you are probably better off). i am really a very cheerful person. unless of course it is a moment when my cheerfulness will manifest itself in my puffy cheeks.
i said i'd like to title this a hag and her bag, but i am actually showered, eye-make up and all.
so it isn't classic hag style.
as for the bag, it is from marshalls.
i've had it since last december and i put it away for a while because it is itchy.
and because i got a big, new bright yellow bag from target with a converse star on it,
but it became grungy looking pretty quickly.
so i took this one out of hiding and have been using it for a while.
i don't do expensive purses because i figure if i don't have-on hand-the same
amount of spending cash-that the purse costs-then i have no business carrying such an expensive purse. my most expensive purse was probably $60-
and i got if off ebay because my husband got really aggressive during the bidding.
i think he was feeling like we were in vegas and he was going to "win" me that purse-
a pink furry, suede UGG purse that i have never even used.
it is still in the dust bag that it came in.
i know i shoulda confessed that.
anyway, surprisingly this is roomy.
as of right now, it is holding my big, ugly wallet,a guide to confession,
3 hot wheels, 2 sets of extra keys, my compact mirror, a pen,
a pad of paper-sticky notes, espresso flavored lip-gloss, 2 rosaries,
sombra gel, my camera, loose change, batteries and a few white pom-pom balls(?)
go figure......i guess i really am a pack rat. even in my purse. what a character flaw.
sorry the last two posts were sort of thoughtless auto posts. i don't know why i do that. i guess i set it up that way in case i neglect this space for too long. i don't know why it matters so much, it is not like the world will stop if i don't write something. well, in order to keep myself from rambling, here goes: 1. sorry i haven't completed the tote meme, but i went to that retreat monday and tuesday night, then yesterday morning i went to mass and was blessed to receive the apostolic blessing, which felt exhilarating. 2. i have 4 sick kids. nothing too serious, but 4 runny noses and 4 different coughs equal lots of vicks, tissues, stories, chicken soup and well, i am sure you all know. 3. i am still struggling with this pain in my back/neck and i truly feel sorry for people with chronic pain. 4. for christine- i don't capitalize my "i" because this is sort of like my diary. there aren't any grammar rules here. it is funny that you said this because that is the first thing my kids noticed when they saw me writing here and they know what a punctuation psycho i am. i do, however, worry about the Good Lord's name. i don't mind reaching for caps lock for HIS sake. 5. yesterday at Mass i couldn't help but think about the people who don't kneel for the consecration or for Holy Communion. the church i attended for the retreat is a novusordo church, not a chapel, like i usually go to, but it does have the indult Mass and is very reverent in every way. the communion rail is still in place and most every one kneels for the consecration, however, i am curious about those who don't participate, those who'd rather lean forward in a truly awkward manner, to receive their KING. i don't want to step on toes if you don't do either of these things, but my feeling on this is, it is common courtesy to bow to a king, is it not? then how could we do any less for OUR LORD? is it a matter of preference? something decided by the bishops? or is it something that has to do with the individual? i know that just because the very thought of HIM coming to me brings me to my knees, it might not be that way for everyone. i sort of imagine the magi and how they fell down worshipping the infant in the manger. and if we truly believe that the Host contains the same infant, why don't we ALL do the same thing. so how is it for you? how do you receive HIM? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. but i won't judge you, i promise. 6. i am very excited about doing a little planting around here. i've been itching to get my hands dirty. the soil is nice and soft from the rain and i think it is calling to me. 7. i am having trouble ending this unit on birds. there is so much to learn, so many beautiful books and projects, but i do wish we could move on to california, i can't wait to do the missions. not just because of the field trips i want to take, but because this state does have some great history. 8. i am in a cooking rut. i really need to plan some meals and go to the store with a written list. yesterday i felt so lost, wandering around without a plan. as hard as it is to plan all the details of my life, when i don't plan, i always regret it. even if i don't stick to my plans. 9. i have to mail the flowers for the craft swap. i heard yesterday that yoda is on his way. they are finished, but just need to get packaged and sent off. 10. well, i have much to do today, so this is me, signing off, for now anyway.
ps. sarah(JOT) i am not posting the pretzel recipe, but king arthur has the greatest recipes. i love their flour and you can choose from many types of pretzels there. we prefer soft pretzels, but you many not.
the heart rag is coming along very nicely, i decided just to tie the ends together. somehow the huge ball of rag yarn i had isn't going very far and i don't know when i'll have a chance to cut more strips, though.
barb, i'd love to try a basket. i've had a basket or a bowl in my mind for quite some time, just haven't found the right twine i'd like to use, maybe the rag strips would be better-in browns and neutrals...........
jenn, my daughter has a little rag rug for her doll house that my mom made and it is adorable. of course she has everything in a vintage/cottage style. and i forgot to ask you if you've gone to see swan lake yet. i am such a dummy because i told you i'd never seen it and i just remembered yesterday, on my way home from ontario, that i HAVE seen it. i saw it last summer at the redlands bowl, performed by the santabarbara street ballet. i also saw a midsummer nights' dream and madame butterfly as well. all were spectacular productions. i am glad that i was reminded of those memories. sometimes i..........wonder where my brain goes! maybe that's what i'll change my blog title to!! =)
the faith of peter and the appointment of him as the ROCK is vital, for the pope IS THE VICAR OF CHRIST. the mark of the church's CREDIBILITY is in her UNITY.
so that we may be ONE, as JESUS and the FATHER are ONE.
2. why are you a catholic?
ethnicity, the faith of your parents?
good answers, but not good enough.
your faith needs to be more INCISIVE.
3. our faith should hinge on the the HOLY SACRIFICE OF THE MASS, HOLY EUCHARIST and the leadership we receive from THE POPE in his position as the APOSTOLIC SUCCESSOR.
4. we should feel saddened at the way the HOLY EUCHARIST is trivialized, minimalized and ostracized. the EUCHARIST is EVERYTHING. IT is the solution to all the problems in the world.
"unless you eat the FLESH OF THE SON OF MAN, you shall NOT enter the kingdom of heaven."
5. history speaks of man's quest for food, religion of man's quest for GOD. in the Holy Eucharist, we are given BOTH.
6. HE feeds us with HIS FLESH so that we may feed others.
7. "whatever you do to the least of my bretheren, you do to ME."
ESPECIALLY THE UNBORN.
life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness FOR ALL.
8. JESUS fulfilled AT LEAST 125 of the hebrew prophecies.
some say as many as 400, depending on how you count them.
9. FAITH + CONVICTION> willingness to LIVE the faith and even to die for it.
10. our destiny is HEAVEN!
ps. i was blessed enough to go to confession last night, after the retreat with this very holy priest and i don't know why, but i am always just so blown away by the power of what happens when you walk in the confessional and shut the door. last night, i felt sort of like lucy, when she opens the wardrobe door to go into narnia and she has already been there and seen aslan, felt his gentleness, beauty and peace. the church i attend is very old world looking, the confessional doors are big, solid wood and the handle is iron and since i, too, have been before, i know that wonderful things happen in there, the scales come off, you are made whole again, the burden is gone-the lure of the turkish delight doesn't fool me anymore. but then there is that small part of me anyway, that knows i'll be back, daughter of eve that i am, always forgetting that i am a child of GOD. but at least i know it is there, that wonderful sacrament of penance. the sacrament which restores the relationship between me and my heavenly FATHER. so if you've never been or it's been a while, you should try it (confession, that is-not the turkish delight)!
i am giddy that i've been blessed to have this priest just close enough to go and listen to his talks every night for the next three nights. you may've seen him on EWTN before. he is the one with those penetrating sermons that hit you where it hurts. and believe me, i need to be hit where it hurts!
sometimes i dance in the rain because frankly, My Lord, there are times in this life that YOU have given me that the rain and the clouds are much and if i don't go outside and dance in the rain, i might never see any rainbows. love, me
welcome! this was my original spot. but it has sort of become my thoughtful spot. the place where i contemplate things that go on inside my head. here is my happy place. just in case you want to read more! thanks for stopping by.
"i like living. i have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all i still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing." ~agatha christie
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there will come a day for quiet kitchen mornings lunches with the girls, book clubs in the afternoons there will come a day for chintz flowers on my sofa just the perfect lipstick, matching purse and shoes there will come a day without constant interruption confusing all my senses, my reason and my rhyme but for now i trip on the backpacks in the hallway, scrub the crayon from the wall that marks this ordinary time
there will come a day for uneventful dinners, where no one drops their fork or spills their milk upon the floor there will come a day, i'll be wiser, i'll be thinner i will finish conversations before rushing out the door
well, isn't that the way it is for all those happy women who smile at me from magazines there in the checkout line well, what about the tired, the SIMPLE and forgotten blessed be the ordinary here in ordinary time
He said, "who will feed my sheep, who will heed their cry?", i said, " i am vain and weak, but surely i will try and You know everything and You know that i am just an ordinary woman here in ordinary time
there will come a day where everything is ordered and i will be the queen of everything i see and how my heart will leap to find one backpack in the hallway with the promise of a face and a story just for me so may i never yearn for those cocktail conversations clever observations made for fashionable minds may i finally learn to be happy and have patience with the constant changing rhythym of this ordinary time
O MERCIFUL SAVIOUR, Who hast made it possible for me to save my soul from death, by converting others, grant us, we beseech Thee, an active share in Thine Own zeal for souls.
If I had not been redeemed by Thee, where would I be at this moment? What bewildering questions and doubts would now be afflicting my soul if Thou hadst not given me the light of faith?
Save me, O Jesus, from that blinding indifference, praying and acting merely for my own needs, while at my own door, amongst my own acquaintances, there are so many starved minds in need of Thy Truth; so many famished hearts in need of Thy love.
Have mercy on me, O Jesus, and grant me the grace to rise from my slumber, and fix deep in my soul such a personal love for Thee that I may act always and everywhere for the salvation of other souls, especially in those works recommended by our Holy Father, our Bishops and Pastors. Amen.
Holy Celestial Queen, with this Rosary, I bind my children to your Immaculate Heart.
our family's goal this year is to learn detachment from material things. And this is our teacher:
my patron saint for 2009
the sorrowful mother
A Mother's Prayer of Faith
Lord, I believe in the Triune God. Lord, I believe You are creator of all. Lord, I believe in Your Church, Lord, I believe in the Holy Spirit, The Comforter. Lord, I believe in Mary, the Queen of Heaven. Let me, Lord, be dedicated to You through this belief. Enlighten me in firmness of faith, may I lead my family and all who are close to me to a greater understanding of Your will. And may I be drawn to You in knowledge and love, for the works of creation and salvation reflect God's glory. Through faith may my every action redound to the glory of God. As the morning comes, as the quiet of night surrounds me, may You be my inspiration and strength in meeting life's challenges, its' joys and sorrows. I know, Jesus, that faith in You brings its own blessings on me, and leads me through cooperation with these truths to a life pleasing to You. To serve in love, to live in faith, is to praise You and one day to obtain the glory of heaven.~Amen