So says Little Charite.
::giggles::
Ya gotta love it.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
My Thoughts Exactly
Seriously....you've just got to love little kids--especially the ones that really like their pottery classes.
Caitlin: "Mom, I used to want to get married, but I don't want to anymore."
Cathy(Mom): "Oh, do you want to be a nun?"
C: "No."
M: "Well, what do you want to do, honey?"
C: "Pottery."
M and Tracy: ::trying to hold back laughter::
T: "You just want to be single and do pottery for the rest of your life?"
C: ::nods:: "Well, do pottery and hang out with my friends..." ::slighest hesitation:: "...with a guy."
M and T: ::no holding back the laughter::
M: "You could be a *nun* and do pottery."
C: "I don't *want* to be a nun."
M: ::mouthing to behind Caitlin's back:: "She'll be a nun!" ::slightly louder:: "It's always the ones that say they don't want to."
C: ::turning to look at Cathy:: "If I say that I *want* to be a nun, does that mean I don't have to?"
M and T: ::laugh for a good while, until Tracy finally says...:: "Caitlin, *that* was an awesome question!"
Why? ::laughs:: Because it was my thought exactly...Jake.
Caitlin: "Mom, I used to want to get married, but I don't want to anymore."
Cathy(Mom): "Oh, do you want to be a nun?"
C: "No."
M: "Well, what do you want to do, honey?"
C: "Pottery."
M and Tracy: ::trying to hold back laughter::
T: "You just want to be single and do pottery for the rest of your life?"
C: ::nods:: "Well, do pottery and hang out with my friends..." ::slighest hesitation:: "...with a guy."
M and T: ::no holding back the laughter::
M: "You could be a *nun* and do pottery."
C: "I don't *want* to be a nun."
M: ::mouthing to behind Caitlin's back:: "She'll be a nun!" ::slightly louder:: "It's always the ones that say they don't want to."
C: ::turning to look at Cathy:: "If I say that I *want* to be a nun, does that mean I don't have to?"
M and T: ::laugh for a good while, until Tracy finally says...:: "Caitlin, *that* was an awesome question!"
Why? ::laughs:: Because it was my thought exactly...Jake.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Happy Feast Day, Saint Joseph
Today the monks were getting ready for the celebration of Saint Joseph's feast day tomorrow.
Br. Middledorf is also having his procession tomorrow. He is the monk from Australia. His parents and little brother came all the way from Australia to be here for it. What is really cool is that he thought they wouldn't be coming, but they surprised him by just showing up yesterday.
Anyway, tomorrow is going to be a really cool day. It's even better 'cause we won't have to fast since we're celebrating Saint Joseph's feast day!
That's all for today. I am going to go sleep...or something that doesn't require much effort. My mother put a whole bunch of medicine in me, so I'm going to make it wear off now. ;)
Oh yeah! Ginny's blog is back up...only at a different address-- thebugprincess.blogspot.com
...gee...I wonder *who* could've given her the idea for *that* name...?
Br. Middledorf is also having his procession tomorrow. He is the monk from Australia. His parents and little brother came all the way from Australia to be here for it. What is really cool is that he thought they wouldn't be coming, but they surprised him by just showing up yesterday.
Anyway, tomorrow is going to be a really cool day. It's even better 'cause we won't have to fast since we're celebrating Saint Joseph's feast day!
That's all for today. I am going to go sleep...or something that doesn't require much effort. My mother put a whole bunch of medicine in me, so I'm going to make it wear off now. ;)
Oh yeah! Ginny's blog is back up...only at a different address-- thebugprincess.blogspot.com
...gee...I wonder *who* could've given her the idea for *that* name...?
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Say What?
"So happy, Mr. Bradley." ::does krav maga punch:: ha, ha! Take that!
::collapses on floor in fit of giggles::
Okay, now following up on that last post about quotes...I don't care if I *never* say THAT quote again!
In fact, I am going to *laugh* the next time I watch 'Roman Holiday'. BECAUSE--who came up with that story, anyway? I mean, like it would EVER *really* happen!
Audrey Hepburn's character would have *totally* krav maga kicked Eddie Albert's character when she saw the photos he had taken!
"Oh, gee! Let me smile and act like nothing's wrong..."...my foot.
::rolls eyes:: Some people and their darn imaginations.
::collapses on floor in fit of giggles::
Okay, now following up on that last post about quotes...I don't care if I *never* say THAT quote again!
In fact, I am going to *laugh* the next time I watch 'Roman Holiday'. BECAUSE--who came up with that story, anyway? I mean, like it would EVER *really* happen!
Audrey Hepburn's character would have *totally* krav maga kicked Eddie Albert's character when she saw the photos he had taken!
"Oh, gee! Let me smile and act like nothing's wrong..."...my foot.
::rolls eyes:: Some people and their darn imaginations.
Words Remembered
"Courage!" --- shouted across a field somewhere in France --- "Courage!"
~one word is sometimes all it takes.
"We are only God's instruments. All He asks of us is to do His will; the results are His."
~written on a note in small writing.
"God bless you."
~said in a low voice and with deep emotion.
It is amazing to me how simple words can change how a situation is viewed, and, in doing so, have the power to change the situation itself. ...How uttering a sentence, a phrase, a word, can give someone courage, strength and/or patience to deal with something they thought impossible to handle.
The three quotes above are all words I go back to time and time again. The people they came from probably have no idea what they said stayed with me, and probably never will.
It makes me wonder if I have ever said anything to encourage one time...only to have it stick with that person for even longer.
~one word is sometimes all it takes.
"We are only God's instruments. All He asks of us is to do His will; the results are His."
~written on a note in small writing.
"God bless you."
~said in a low voice and with deep emotion.
It is amazing to me how simple words can change how a situation is viewed, and, in doing so, have the power to change the situation itself. ...How uttering a sentence, a phrase, a word, can give someone courage, strength and/or patience to deal with something they thought impossible to handle.
The three quotes above are all words I go back to time and time again. The people they came from probably have no idea what they said stayed with me, and probably never will.
It makes me wonder if I have ever said anything to encourage one time...only to have it stick with that person for even longer.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
I hope all of you Irish people have a great day!
Especially John, 'cause he's the most Irish of us all!
Especially John, 'cause he's the most Irish of us all!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Is This What You're Looking For?
Restless once accused me of riddling my posts with hidden messages and inside jokes.
Well.
He was right.
But he also thought there were about fifteen people to whom I sent the secret messages.
That was wrong.
There are only about seven or eight.
If you don't get this story, don't worry--stick around. Sooner or later you'll get everything there is to be gotten!
Ciao!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lucia Etture: An Italian Girl Who Lived a Few Hundred Years Ago
Lucia Etture looked down at her closed fist. She could feel the metal in her hand growing warm. She was tempted to switch the coin to her other hand, but fear of losing it kept her from it. He was coming soon, and she didn't want to chance not having it there for him.
Lucia continued to sit patiently upon the garden bench. A few moments later her patience was rewarded. She heard talking and laughter coming from behind the rose bushes, and soon two boys, just a little older than she, came into view.
"Hello!" One called out, while the other simply smiled.
"Hello, Mario," Lucia responded. "Hello Mungo."
"What are you doing out here?" Mungo asked curiously. He was the younger of the Matteo brothers, and he always wanted to know everything.
"I was waiting for you. I have something to give to Mario." Mario eyed Lucia suspiciously. He hadn't told Lucia he was coming. In fact, he hadn't even planned on coming. "What is it?" Mario's tone of voice matched the expression on his face.
"This," Lucia said simply. She held her fist out and opened her fingers.
"What is it??" Mungo began to reach for the coin, but Lucia held it back. "No, no," she said. "This is for Mario." She again held it out to him, but Mario did not reach for it. The suspicion was gone from his eyes, but something else had taken it's place.
"You still collect these coins, no?" Her voice was questioning, but she knew the answer.
"I collect them," he replied, not looking in her eyes.
"Then take it." Lucia did not know what emotion was playing about behind his eyes.
"I thought you lost this?" He looked at her. Ah. She saw it. It was pain.
"It was a gift. Why would you think I had lost it?"
"It's been years since I gave it to you. I haven't seen it since then." Lucia laughed at this.
"Did you expect to? Well," she said merrily. "There's not much to be done with a penny. No matter how dear it may be."
Mario looked longingly at the coin. He wanted it. Somehow--through a very strange and Divinely Orchestrated course of events--Mario had collected every coin made in Italy for the past 100 years...with one exception. The coin from '84 he had given her when they were both little children. But, as it had been a gift, and one he'd feared had been lost, he had never asked for it's return. He began to reach for it, but pulled his hand back. "Do you not want it anymore?"
Lucia had her own memories. Did she want it? The value of the coin--materially worth much, but not enough to tempt a pure soul like hers--was priceless to her.
"It means very much to me," she answered honestly. "But I know how much you want it." Mario took the coin from Lucia's hand. Distracted by the warmth of the coin, he didn't see the tear in her eye.
"I want to see it, I want to see it!" Mungo tried to take it from Mario, but he only caught a glimpse as Mario closed his fingers over it. He said no in the way Mungo had learned not to question.
Mungo cast a glance at Lucia. The normally talkative boy didn't say anything. The tear would've spoken for itself, but it wasn't seen by the correct ear. He looked at her with sympathy, but his expression turned quizzical when he saw the big smile suddenly covering her face. "Well, is she sad or is she happy?" Mungo was at a loss until he heard the other voice that had entered the garden.
"I must go now, Mario...Mungo. It was so nice to see you again!" And she started in the direction of the voice. "Mario!" She called out, just before disappearing from sight. He turned her way. "Your set...it's complete now?"
"It's complete," he called back.
"Then it was worth it," she said, but the boys didn't hear. She waved at them. "Ciao!" With that, she ran off in the direction of the voice, leaving two boys to wonder at the antics of silly girls.
Well.
He was right.
But he also thought there were about fifteen people to whom I sent the secret messages.
That was wrong.
There are only about seven or eight.
If you don't get this story, don't worry--stick around. Sooner or later you'll get everything there is to be gotten!
Ciao!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lucia Etture: An Italian Girl Who Lived a Few Hundred Years Ago
Lucia Etture looked down at her closed fist. She could feel the metal in her hand growing warm. She was tempted to switch the coin to her other hand, but fear of losing it kept her from it. He was coming soon, and she didn't want to chance not having it there for him.
Lucia continued to sit patiently upon the garden bench. A few moments later her patience was rewarded. She heard talking and laughter coming from behind the rose bushes, and soon two boys, just a little older than she, came into view.
"Hello!" One called out, while the other simply smiled.
"Hello, Mario," Lucia responded. "Hello Mungo."
"What are you doing out here?" Mungo asked curiously. He was the younger of the Matteo brothers, and he always wanted to know everything.
"I was waiting for you. I have something to give to Mario." Mario eyed Lucia suspiciously. He hadn't told Lucia he was coming. In fact, he hadn't even planned on coming. "What is it?" Mario's tone of voice matched the expression on his face.
"This," Lucia said simply. She held her fist out and opened her fingers.
"What is it??" Mungo began to reach for the coin, but Lucia held it back. "No, no," she said. "This is for Mario." She again held it out to him, but Mario did not reach for it. The suspicion was gone from his eyes, but something else had taken it's place.
"You still collect these coins, no?" Her voice was questioning, but she knew the answer.
"I collect them," he replied, not looking in her eyes.
"Then take it." Lucia did not know what emotion was playing about behind his eyes.
"I thought you lost this?" He looked at her. Ah. She saw it. It was pain.
"It was a gift. Why would you think I had lost it?"
"It's been years since I gave it to you. I haven't seen it since then." Lucia laughed at this.
"Did you expect to? Well," she said merrily. "There's not much to be done with a penny. No matter how dear it may be."
Mario looked longingly at the coin. He wanted it. Somehow--through a very strange and Divinely Orchestrated course of events--Mario had collected every coin made in Italy for the past 100 years...with one exception. The coin from '84 he had given her when they were both little children. But, as it had been a gift, and one he'd feared had been lost, he had never asked for it's return. He began to reach for it, but pulled his hand back. "Do you not want it anymore?"
Lucia had her own memories. Did she want it? The value of the coin--materially worth much, but not enough to tempt a pure soul like hers--was priceless to her.
"It means very much to me," she answered honestly. "But I know how much you want it." Mario took the coin from Lucia's hand. Distracted by the warmth of the coin, he didn't see the tear in her eye.
"I want to see it, I want to see it!" Mungo tried to take it from Mario, but he only caught a glimpse as Mario closed his fingers over it. He said no in the way Mungo had learned not to question.
Mungo cast a glance at Lucia. The normally talkative boy didn't say anything. The tear would've spoken for itself, but it wasn't seen by the correct ear. He looked at her with sympathy, but his expression turned quizzical when he saw the big smile suddenly covering her face. "Well, is she sad or is she happy?" Mungo was at a loss until he heard the other voice that had entered the garden.
"I must go now, Mario...Mungo. It was so nice to see you again!" And she started in the direction of the voice. "Mario!" She called out, just before disappearing from sight. He turned her way. "Your set...it's complete now?"
"It's complete," he called back.
"Then it was worth it," she said, but the boys didn't hear. She waved at them. "Ciao!" With that, she ran off in the direction of the voice, leaving two boys to wonder at the antics of silly girls.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Reply to a Love
My Darling Girl,
It has been months since I have been able to write. My research has been extensive, and my time much demanded. Why have you not written? You promised so faithfully you would. Perhaps I gave you the wrong address, or perhaps the mail service here is not taken so seriously as it is in the United States.
It appears, after all of this time, I will be able to get away--come home for a few weeks. I know you've been alone for so long, but you always were such a patient thing. There have been many times I've been tempted to think you wouldn't wait for me, but I never could forget the last thing you said to me--'I would wait for you forever if I had to.' I have to trust that those words are true, since they are what I have been working for. The training and experience I have received here have already opened up numerous teaching jobs back home...and money is no longer an issue. I wish I could write more, Heaven knows you deserve it, but I hear one of my men shouting for me. I can't take any more time--I have to get back to work.
I'll be home soon.
Faithfully,
******
It has been months since I have been able to write. My research has been extensive, and my time much demanded. Why have you not written? You promised so faithfully you would. Perhaps I gave you the wrong address, or perhaps the mail service here is not taken so seriously as it is in the United States.
It appears, after all of this time, I will be able to get away--come home for a few weeks. I know you've been alone for so long, but you always were such a patient thing. There have been many times I've been tempted to think you wouldn't wait for me, but I never could forget the last thing you said to me--'I would wait for you forever if I had to.' I have to trust that those words are true, since they are what I have been working for. The training and experience I have received here have already opened up numerous teaching jobs back home...and money is no longer an issue. I wish I could write more, Heaven knows you deserve it, but I hear one of my men shouting for me. I can't take any more time--I have to get back to work.
I'll be home soon.
Faithfully,
******
Special Thanks to Jake
Because he is so kind and considerate and thoughtful and a million other things...
...and if he were within twenty feet of me I would kick him.
:p!
And where's John, anyway? Mr. Irishman, you should stop being boring and say something.
...and if he were within twenty feet of me I would kick him.
:p!
And where's John, anyway? Mr. Irishman, you should stop being boring and say something.
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