Stuff...

In other news, my girls' basketball team won state which is amazing for two reasons. First, they were by far the underdogs and quite frankly I don't even understand how they made it to the top 8 tournament in the first place. Every other team there had a record of 21-4 or better our score going in was something like 15-10...go figure. Not only did we make it to the top 8 but we beat all of those teams, fancy records and all. Secondly, I'm starting to think I'm a good luck charm for underdog highschool teams where I work. Granted, I've only worked at 2, but lets not get too caught up in the details. When I worked in Louisiana, our little, little high school team with the big heart won the state championship in their class beating boys that I think probably at the time should have graduated a good 3 years earlier. They are probably still there. ....and now this. You do the math.

I'm just sayin'.


Aside from all that the guests are beginning to flow. Two weeks ago my Aunt and Uncle and cousin were here for a week of visiting (and eating). Last weekend my Sarie came to play with me (for only a short time *tear*)and we had a lovely time freezing our booties off in the mountains and catching up at delightfully Christian coffee shops in down town Denver. While she was here our dear friend Padre Luke came to retreat in the mountains and we were blessed with him a day on either side.

This Wednesday, my cousin/sister/cousin comes in on Wednesday for a trip that we've been waiting for for quite some time now. She leaves on the following Thursday, the same day that my inlaws arrive (dun dun duuuunnn!) Thats right, mother-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law all arrive in the middle of our spring break. Weeks of fun to come.

Novena To Saint Joseph begins today...joy of joys! Blessing of blessings! I love that man, though he works in his own sweet time....there's just something about Joe.

Peace out!



Ora Pro Nobis

I'm speechless...

ok maybe not but I'm shocked and confused at the very least.

I'm sitting here watching Primetime "The Outsiders" and there they show a story of a man who has (aparently) been visited by an angel and asked to be the second coming of Christ on earth. He's Puerto Rican and an ex heroin addict oh..and an ex Catholic (of course). He teaches (among other scary things) that the Catholic Church is evil and has his followers rip and burn pictures of the pope. He hates all organized religion for that matter and calls himself the anti-christ and wears on his clothing and his body (you guessed it) the number 666.

he called himself the Antichrist and revealed a "666" tattooed on his forearm. His explanation: that, as the second coming of Christ, he rejects the continued worship of Jesus of Nazareth.

His followers, to show their support tattoo the number on their skin. They throw money at him and buy him expensive watches, cars and basically anything else he desires. They adore him. He drinks, smokes, gambles and is constantly surrounded by scantily clad women. He spouts scripture as only the devil could and teaches emphatically that neither hell nor the devil exist anymore. They have been destroyed. He doesnt believe that marriage is forever and himself has been married a few times. Little children adore him and call him "Poppi" while they salute him with two fingers at their forehead to remind themselves that their faith is in their minds. He calls them the 'super nation' or something very hitler esq like that.

Are you afraid yet?
Kool-Aid anyone?

The second story on this show was about a woman who lived (and made herself look like) a man for two years as a research project for her book. Her conclusions were such that a woman's sexuality is in her mind while a mans is carnal but desperate for intimacy. Close, but not at all. She also came to the grand conclusion that "gender is in the mind".



I'm crying small salty tears of desparation and I'm pretty sure I need a Martini.

Parent Teacher Conferences day...

thats today...and here I sit in my office, parentless. And the worst part about it is I had to say goodbye to my Sarie earlier.

Anyway, I only have one class and they are seniors. I.E. not many of them show up and the ones who do are not the ones that need to be worried about their children. So, I spend a day of "She's great, always insightful and polite, good grades, pleasant smile, she's a delight to have in my class. Ok nice to meet you too. Byebye!"

It's not fake, I would never say anything I didnt mean. What I want to say really is can you go find this kids parents and drag them in cause WE have some stuff to talk about. But alas, you can't make em care. Which is why their kids don't I guess.

There are some things brewing in hubby and I's life right now. Good things, I think...big changes..maybe..can't elaborate. Please say prayers and I shall keep you updated when I can.

Peace out.

Yay!

My Sarie will be here in a couple of hours! yay!

and our beloved Padre Luke on Sunday!