I thought of him again today. This happens from time to time. He randomly pops into my mind, and once I start thinking about him, I cannot stop. He’s made a huge impact on my life; I will never forget him.
And I don’t even know his name.
It was a typical hum-drum day at the office, as I sat looking at yet another unpaid claim from an insurance company. I worked in medical billing at this time, and my job was to appeal (a.k.a. fight) the insurance companies on behalf of our patients. Glamorous, it was not. But, I liked my job. I always felt like I was helping the everyday working man. (Cue super hero music and patriotic flag/sunrise/eagle scene.)
Oh yeah, that's me. Saving the country, one claim at a time.
On this typical day, about 8 years ago, one of my co-workers burst into the office, saying she needed help in the parking lot. Not even knowing what was going on, myself and 2 other women ran out to help her. Continue reading →
It’s been a while since I’ve last written, and I apologize to all of my millions of readers. (Ok, I apologize to all 3 of you…a girl can dream, right?) I have been incredibly busy with various volunteer projects for the past 2 weeks, but I am now able to return to my regular schedule. I figured I would return with a post on what I know best…child driven insanity.
Church with the kids is never fun. Never. Which is a pity, because I actually really enjoy Mass. I just enjoy it much more when the heathen children aren’t with me. That sounds horrible, right? Well, before you judge, join me as I recap last Sunday’s Mass. The following sequence of events is not a compilation of weeks of headaches. No. This is my experience with The Younger Boy for one Mass. One hour.
On this particular Sunday, we got to church early so that I could go to Confession. Unfortunately, when we got there, The Ninja-Priest-Friend wasn’t yet in the confessional, so I just sat in the pew with my family. I should have just started a line or sat in the back of church by myself, it would’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment. The minute the priest went into the confessional, The Younger Boy looked at me and said loudly, “Ok, Mom. He’s back there. You can go tell him how bad you are now.”
Thank God that looks don’t actually kill, because in that moment, I may have injured my precious son. The walk to the confessional has never been so long, Continue reading →
Today is Good Friday, the day that we solemnly reflect on Christ’s sacrifice for us. Let us pray:
O Jesus, Who by reason of Thy burning love for us
hast willed to be crucified
and to shed Thy Most Precious Blood
for the redemption and salvation of our souls,
look down upon us here gathered together
in remembrance of Thy most sorrowful Passion and Death,
fully trusting in Thy mercy;
cleanse us from sin by Thy grace,
sanctify our toil,
give unto us and unto all those who are dear to us our
sweeten our sufferings,
bless our families,
and to the nations so sorely afflicted,
grant Thy peace,
which is the only true peace,
so that by obeying Thy commandments,
we may come at last to the glory of Heaven.
Since this is Holy Week, and I’m crazy busy with the church and personal stuff for Easter, I don’t really have a lot of time to write. But, I thought of something this morning that I just must share.
I first saw this video some time last year, and I instantly fell in love. Not because it has a great message. Not because I gained some pearls of wisdom. Not because it’s cute, or a tear-jerker, or inspirational. Not even because it has some great special effects.
No, I fell in love with it for one simple reason…it totally cracks me up. Completely. So much so, that I still think about it over a year later. Now, you may not share my love of this; a lot of people over the years have told me that I have an “odd” sense of humor. They’re being nice; I can see it on their faces. Sigh. I’m so misunderstood. (Apparently, my kids get their humor from me. The weirdo apple doesn’t fall far from the freak tree.)
My kids love Mr. Bean. It’s weird, I know. But, after school, while other children are watching cartoons, mine tune in to the wild antics of our favorite Brit. I used to wonder what the attraction was, but I never put too much thought into it. Mr. Bean makes me laugh, so I just rolled with the flow, giggling alongside my boys. I just assumed that my kids were little freaks, like their mother, and just had tastes that were um…er…different. However, today I got to the bottom of the matter.
Hearing the uncontrollable giggles of the boys, I walked into the living room to see them watching this:
And it hit me–they can relate to Mr. Bean. This video is eerily similar to some of our church experiences. Seriously. Continue reading →