Archive for July, 2008


Opinions are like Assholes

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

Everyone has one, and they all stink.

Except Stephen Colbert’s, of course. Here he is recently, talking about the schism in the Anglican Church:

Nods to the Creative Minority Report for this link!

I’ve been following the story of Bishop Gene since he was first ordained as a bishop - in kind of a detached, curious kinda  way. I’m amused by the fact that the biggest problem seems to be that he is openly gay. Every church has gay ministers and priests of course - they just don’t talk about it.

I wish I could figure out why being open about being gay, makes it so bad. It seems to me that so many people are good at pointing and judging; the whole “log in your neighbor’s eye” thing. I guess we are all just humans after all.

Do I think gays should be priests, ministers, bishops?

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How sweet the sound

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

Current Mood:Happy emoticon Happy

One of the sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear, is the sound of one of my “little old lady” patients,whom I love dearly, singing Gospel songs in the hallway at work.

She knows “Amazing Grace” is my favorite, so everytime she sees me, she starts singing it. Her CNA said to me - “She must be planning on going home soon, she’s been singing all day.” “Going home” is a southern euphemism for dying, and going to heaven. I told her, I couldn’t think of a better way to go home, than to go home singing.

This afternoon, as she was singing “Amazing Grace,” one more time, another “little old lady” came out of her room, and started singing it with her. It truly, brought tears to my eyes.

Edwin, one of our transport guys who’s really a preacher man - and whom has some idea of the struggles I’ve gone through, was walking through the hall, and caught it all.

“You know they’re carrying that tune for you.

I nodded. Yes. I knew. And promptly fled to the bathroom so I wouldn’t be caught bawling at the desk.

Amazing Grace, indeed.

Blah days

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

I haven’t been very posty of late, and dunno why that is, other than the fact I’m just plum worn out and HURTING. This arthritis is flaring up on me again, so I’m going to take the celebrex twice a day for a bit (like I’m supposed to) and see if that helps. I did see the ortho this week, and got the good news that I don’t need surgery! woohoo!

My daughter is officially finished with college, and has a job now. She was cute - called me last night, really likes her job - but reaaaaally has marriage/baby on her mind. All her friends on facebook are getting married, having babies, blah blah. She called her friend (who has gotten married, had a baby, and gotten a divorced already) and said “Tell me why I don’t want to get married and have a baby yet.” “Um, last week I had to sell my DVD collection to buy diapers for the baby.” That did it. LOL.

This paycheck friday will be the first paycheck in over five years that I won’t have to give any of it to my daughter. And yeah I’m kinda happy about that, but also kinda sad. Don’t feel needed so much anymore. Empty nest is finally kicking in now, I reckon.

I guess I’m progressing in my spiritual development. It’s funny - I have old friends checking up on me with that, and when I tell them I’m going to start RCIA classes in August - they’re really surprised. They thought I was born Catholic! Maybe I’ve always given off a Catholic vibe, or maybe my mother had me secretly baptised when I was a baby. I wouldn’t put it past her - she was always one to hedge her bets.

Right now, though, I’m just concentrating on “moving back into the fold” - there’s so much I missed over the years, so much I haven’t learned, or learned and forgotten. So I’m watching a lot of EWTN.

One thing I don’t like so much about the Catholic Church, is how they like to tell other people who to vote for, and what political issues Catholics should be against. If you want me to believe in something - convince me of why I should, convince me of why I shouldn’t vote for this person. Don’t just tell me.

Take the whole abortion thing.

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