More Goodbyes

Here are some pics of the party we had on Wednesday:  (I could kick myself for not getting everyone's picture with a LEGO.  Oh, well :)

 

 

 

My Hectic Life

Alright, I know most of my readers have already learned the reason for my mysterious last post.  Its been a whirlwind of a weekend/week.  Mike's coming home from OCS with the possibility of going back to the seminary...  Just pray the Holy Spirit guides Michael and gives him perseverance. We're so hoping that he can be settled soon. 

On another note, the ladies' group at the local parish gave me a convent "shower" on Sunday.

I gave them each a nun

Got lots of great stuff

Had some cake

...and chocolate...

And, yesterday Mom asked me to wash the van, which I did, and then I asked if I could give my own car a bath.  We proceeded to have a discussion about my claiming the Focus, but Mom said I can say, while I'm here and Dad's on active duty, that the Focus is "my" car!!

I promptly spent two hours wahsing it (from brown to white), drying it, cleaning it, polishing it, and conditioning it!

No, I was not paid for my work - I was rewarded with getting to drive!  I love my little white car...

Too Obvious

Ok, so it was very obvious.  I did like Captain America and I did not see it with Fidelio.  In fact, she hasn't seen it yet. 

Benny had a considerably bad seizure this afternoon.  :'(  I am not very happy.

I got my poor papa out of bed at 5:40 and asked if we could make it to 6 am Mass at a church 15 minutes away.  Ahem...  Well, we made it!  Then, with mama still asleep in bed, I volunteered to make the morning up to him by cooking breakfast.  We stopped at the store at aprox. 6:45 am and bought eggs, milk, bread, bacon, and orange juice.  I'm afraid it was another Friday penance.  I poached the eggs hard just after I appologized to papa for their being runny (I had failed to time them, and thought them incomepletely poached.)  Being kind, he said, "That's alright; I like my eggs runny."  After tasting the eggs that much more resembled hard boilled eggs than runny fried eggs, he said, "That's alright; I like my eggs hard."

Next, I burnt the toast.  I mean really burnt the toast to where it was black.  Papa says, "That's alright; I like my toast burnt."  And then I proceeded to burn the bacon.  And, guess what he said...  "That's alright; I like my bacon burnt."  I have a kind papa who delights in penances.  I'm not sure he was being totally truthful, though...  Finally, the one thing I got right was the coffee - what really matters.  At least the best part of the meal was of good quality. 

Then, Fidelio calls and wakes mama up.  So, 'zombie' mom comes in the kitchen and says,  "You're cooking bacon on a Friday."  Yes, you can imagine how I reacted.  "Hail! Mary, full of grace..."  Well, Guiseppe says that a Hail Mary makes up for the failure to abstain on Fridays.  I trust in the Mercy of God.  :D