Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Life Lesson

   My husband is a college professor and he is forever telling his students that real life is going to come at them hard and fast.  That when they turn in late assignments, miss class or fumble around on a group project that in real life, those kind of mistakes could keep them from getting a job or even get them fired from a job they did land. 
   After being in the business sector for over 20 years then switching over to teaching college classes, he brings a ton of 'real life' experience to his students who eat up everything he teaches because it's the real deal.  They know what he tells them works or won't work because he's actually done what he is teaching.  When they mess up he endearingly reminds them that "it's a life lesson, learn the lesson, pay attention to your life!"
   We could all use a shot of 'paying attention' to our lives. We get up and go every day, doing much of the same thing we do every day, but do we stop and realize this is my life? I need to pay attention to it because I don't get another one. As Christians, we realize after this life, whether we get to Heaven or not depends on what we are doing right here, right now!
   So learn your lessons, pay attention to your life, right now!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

A Little Civility Please

   Wow, I think I may revisit my civility year after driving this past week in our not-so-small town.  I know college began this week, but you'd think it was Armageddon coming or a 75% sale at Sears the way people, young and old were zipping through traffic, running red lights, and generally, despite the law against texting and driving, looking down at their stupid communication devices and not paying attention.   "Scotty, BEAM ME OUT OF HERE!"
   I don't claim to be exactly light on the old accelerator pedal all the time, but hey I didn't know you and the guy behind you and guy behind me were all volunteer firefighters on the way to a fire...huh?!
   And it wasn't just me noticing the insanity, one of my office mates complained about sitting at the stoplight this morning on her way in and as soon as the light turned green the guy behind her began honking.  Really? Does he not know that everyone runs red lights in this town and my office friend was just making sure she didn't become paint on the pavement?  "Oh Scotty! Where are you? What do you mean you don't have the power?!!!"
   There should be a lesson in here somewhere right?  Patience, prayer...praying for others...the entire world...calm down people... Just when I begin to think we have it all wrong, and where did we go wrong, I hear in Holy Scripture that every one of the New Testament writers were asking the same question almost 2,000 years ago.  Some things never change...and you know what? So we know we're not alone in thinking "what is this world coming to?" 
  That's why in Scripture God is always reassuring us of His presence.  If it weren't for Him, the world would have ended long ago.  Signs of Him holding us in his hands are everywhere, in every bird that sings, breeze that blows, rainbow that fills the sky, babies born, miracles abounding.  In every coming of that first light of day, we are reassured that God hasn't left us behind and is right here for us. 
   So, be careful out there, watch out crossing the streets and sitting at stop lights and for heaven's sake don't text and drive!!  God's got your back, but hey help Him out a little!
 
 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Assumption of Mary and Science!

I love this!!! From The Happy Catholic:   http://happycatholic.blogspot.com/2014/08/modern-science-and-assumption-of-mary.html#comment-form

Friday, August 15, 2014

Modern Science and the Assumption of Mary

Each year on the Assumption of Mary I like to revisit this from The Anchoress. Because it blows my mind. And the Assumption is a good time for mind-blowing.

Holy ... uh ... Moly, I never heard of this before. The Anchoress sez:
When studying Anatomy and Physiology in college, the lesson that briefly discussed fetomaternal microchimerism, became instructive to me on a different level. Learning that every child leaves within his mother a microscopic bit of himself — and that it remains within her forever — the dogma of the Immaculate Conception instantly became both crystal clear and brilliant to me.

Mary, then, was indeed a tabernacle within which the Divinity did reside — not for a limited time, but for all of her life. Understanding this (and considering how the churches seemed to get it ‘way before microscopes told us anything) the Immaculate Conception made and makes perfect sense: God, who is All-Good is also completely Pure; the vessel in which He resides, then, must be pure, too, or it would not be able to sustain all of that “light in which we see light itself.”

Microchimerism also relates to the dogma of the Assumption of Mary, as well. In the psalms we read “you will not suffer your beloved to undergo corruption.” Christ’s divine body did not undergo corruption. It follows that his mother’s body, which contained a cellular component of the Divinity — and a particle of God is God, entire — would not be allowed to become corrupt, either.
I believed it anyway, but that made sense on several levels. Incredible.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Red-Necked Door Handles and Patience

You know how trying to see the humor in things helps you get through a minor problems? A couple of weeks ago, my little putt-putt car which has always been faithful, starting every morning, cold, heat, rain or snow, for twelve years now, began showing it's age with a fan belt that has been squealing. I mean squealing to the point of embarrassment while sitting in the bank teller line, on the parking lot where I work and at stop lights. My wonderfully capable husband took a look at it, but because it's a foreign make, did not have the foreign tools to get in there to take it apart. So it was off to the mechanics.  He got the belts changed, but not before telling me there was other work that eventually needs to be done which of course entails more foreign parts and tools and can't be done at home.  I decided to wait on that for now...ca-ching, ca-ching

     But I guess my little guy got used to the treatment he received at the garage because not even two weeks later, putt-putt decided to roll the driver side window down and not let it go back up again. My husband took the door panel off, checked the fuses, but it is, of course, either the motor or the switch. ca-ching...ca-ching...

    Off to the mechanic again who had to order the parts and sent the car back to us so we could use the car until the part came in.  The only problem was he didn't send back the door handle. So my creative husband said, "You just pull on that little wire and it pops it open."
 
      For some reason it would work every time he did it.  But no matter how hard I tried I could not pull the wire to get the door open.  So he got me the pliers.  Now, it's only supposed to take two days for the part to come in so I thought, no big deal, I can do without the door handle.  Getting out of my car now requires a tool...hence, my red necked door handle. Sigh...

    Now for the laughing part...I'm not really laughing 'cause it's a real pain to be in a hot car, grabbing up your phone, purse and purchases and forgetting you don't have a door handle to get out.  It means putting everything down I just collected and searching for the pliers which never stay in the little cup I put them in near the gear shift. They fall onto the floor and in the midst of driving around town, slide across the floorboard, sometimes under my seat.  Oh and when I get in the garage any time after 3:00 pm, it too dark for me to SEE the little wire that has to be pulled with the pliers.  Sigh...

  It's been two days now and I haven't heard from the mechanic about the part yet.   I don't want to complain about a really minor hardship...but...I'm trying, not so successfully to make this a lesson in patience. Lord knows, I need plenty of those lessons...

  Thank you, Lord, for the little lessons in life that poke and bite us like gnats and mosquitoes and door handles that don't work.  It's in those lessons we build up to greater patience with things like that guy next to me at the light whose squealing belts REALLY  need to be changed!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

I Love My Kids...

I miss my daughter being so far away, and I know she and her hubs are making a wonderful life for themselves. But sometimes I'm reassured that "there's no place like home!"
From my daughter's blog: " La Goes Domestic "
http://lagoesdomestic.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/todays-truth/




It’s been two and a half years since moving to California. We’ve found a nice apartment that suits us, for the most part for now, though we dream of (and are jealous when we hear of friends/family with) a house with a yard and no crazy neighbors stomping or slamming or yelling etc. We have the cutest dog on the planet (who is cute or else he’d be…well, let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s cute), who we adopted at a local pet store just over a year ago. We’ve made some amazing friends, a fun variety of people. We’ve seen a lot of the cool areas of CA and know we still have  an endless list of other places here to explore. I quit a secure job where I felt I did an excellent job to start my own business, with the limited connections here and business knowledge I possess, yet with help it’s going fairly well. I just got asked to be vice-president of a networking group I’m in because they like my leadership and energy. We hustle, bustle, and keep quite busy, and are settling in as well as could be expected. We smile and laugh a lot.
And yet, days like today, I can’t help but admit, I wish I was home. I need a hug from my momma, a laugh and ever-encouraging word from my dad, an inside joke shared with my siblings, a goofy shot and dancing with my old friends, a drive on a back road with my windows down, chilling out with my extended family who is so good for my soul, to go to mass in the church I grew up in, a night out on the deck with a cold beer and just the sound of cicadas.
Maybe it’s Silicon Valley that drives you a little kooky, maybe it’s because I’ve just become too type A/OCD/controlling, who knows…but somedays, I feel like I just can’t quiiiiiiite hold it all together anymore. And that leads to crying at silly things like that I dropped an entire head of lettuce on the floor where the dog just trekked his muddy paws. Or feeling like I’m failing at everything and don’t know what I’m doing and wanting to just admit defeat and eat an entire pint of Chunky Monkey in bed.
Maybe that feeling never goes away. I think I’m truly realizing there never will be a place like home. And that while I love my life and the adventures and road we are on, I’ll always need home. And I’ll always need the reminder that, you’re not supposed to hold it all together all the time, no matter how badly you want to. And yeah, yeah, they always TELL you that growing up, but come on, we all think we can handle it all and be 100% at everything (because we’re also told THAT growing up). And then I remember Mrs. Payne telling us in 5th grade how we will sometimes just cry at silly things because we’re girls (human, whatever), or my mom telling me my art project really DOES look great, I don’t need to redo it for the 500th time, it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. My dad telling me I shall not be Marsha Brady, I cannot do everything, and must guard my heart. I need to remember that. And I need to remember that I have needs. And those needs matter, and always will.

“If this world makes you crazy
And you’ve taken all you can bear
Just call me up, because you know I’ll be there”

And now, I need a glass of wine and a reminder that, I am doing all right.
XOXO

http://lagoesdomestic.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/todays-truth/

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

... Like A Girl

   It's funny, but in our household we have never used the term, "Hit (run, throw...) like a girl" to mean anything other than doing your best.  Without loosing any of our femininity, we girls try hard and usually accomplish what we go after.  God made us as partners with men. No one is better than the other and we complement each other. That's why God made our union so beautiful. 
   While this video is made by a commercial company who specializes in women's products, it is trying to help girls at a certain age not lose their thought of self worth; building up confidence in young women the right ways, how to be strong and confident but not arrogant should be our goal. In fact, the same goes for teaching young men, you can be strong and confident, but not arrogant.
Like A Girl

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Good Dating Advice!

  Here are some great words of dating advice from a fave new blogger! 



"Why do guys date psycho girls? Lately I feel like all of my guy friends, acquaintances, and relatives have been telling me horror stories about psycho girls they have dates, are dating, or want to date. My reaction to their stories is always the same, “Why would you want to date a girl that is constantly up and down and who probably belongs in a place far from decent society?” And I kid you not, every guy replies “Because they’re fun and exciting.”"     

 read more at  Justsayinso!