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Pray the Rosary (daily).
Our Lady of Fatima, Ora pro nobis.
One who has hope lives differently. - B16

Monday, November 30, 2009

For The Crescat . . .

A nativity scene featuring David and Victoria Beckham as Joseph and Mary at Madame Tussauds waxwork museum has sparked outrage among some church leaders.             The display also features Tony Blair, Prince Philip and George Bush as the Three Wise Men, Kylie as an angel, and chat show host Graham Norton and actors Hugh Grant and Samuel L Jackson as shepherds.

 


I'm too much of a doofus to figure out how to link etc. to let her see this as an entry for her tacky nativity collection going on over at her blog.  Some of the entries are really wacky!  Here's a couple more I found:

 




Yehaw!




Do you tink dey have a Guinness?

 

Back to This Subject . . .

http://www.fisheaters.com/theveil.html

How can one ignore this calling back to Tradition?  How can one refuse to be Counter-Cultural?  

A friend of mine made me a beautiful, long, black lace mantilla.
What's my excuse?

I have to pray about it.  I have to talk to my husband about it, because if I feel this convicted, what about Teenie?  If Chief is against it, what then? 

Glad, Glad, Glad!

  • The punks are back in school.  Hurrah!
  • The Chief is back at work.  Double freakin' Hurrah!  Hurrah!
  • The whole house is clean!
  • The laundry is caught up (until tomorrow:  bedding)!

It's so blessedly quiet.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Advent and Decorations

Here's our tree in all it's daylight "glory".  It's a sad tree, but it's the best I can do this year.  I'm trying to streamline things to a more grown up theme . . . the ornaments are still going to be a haberdashery of crazy stuff we love (Navy theme, stuffed stuff, felts, bulbs, and wacky coffee ones, as well as some fairies).  It's very pretty at night (as we discovered last night).  Holly seems to think she can lounge about under the tree like it's her personal tree hut . . . well, we'll work on that.

And, the table runner some beads and our Celtic Advent candles.  Good news:  I can switch out the whites (that I had to whittle down a bit to fit) for the set our parish handed out today.  They even gave us (that wanted/needed them) brass advent wreathes to dress up (if you want to dress them up).  We took one and we'll make a shrubbery one next year.  But, Again, a huge MAHALO (thanks) to Barb SFO who offered to send me a set of candles!  You rock!







Above, you'll see the coffee table with it's new runner.  I really like it, wotcher think?

Oh, Lord.  I need a shotgun for Christmas. 


Father Perez would not approve of that, though, so we'll go with a better idea:  Please, Lord, protect my lovely Teenie from dishonoring You in any way, and, protect her from bad people.  Amen.  I took this pic from Father's web site . . . He is the best priest I have ever met!  When I pray for our priests, he is at the top of my list.  Thanks for serving the Church and the miltary, Father.  We ask God to continue blessing you.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

It Figures . . .

That the moment I put my tush in this seat that Chief wants to inquire about the Christmas tree.  Hurmph!

I'll leave you with this quote from Pope Benedict XVI:

One who has hope lives differently!

More Craziness

I read in this morning's paper that some person flew to O'ahu from Guam to grab some of the good Black Friday deals.  Long flight, long hours to wait, no sleep, long lines . . . for one bag of goodies to fly back with  to Guam.  I don't know if any deals are good deals when it means you have to buy a plane ticket . . . I do think that was stupid.  I just can't wrap my mind around the "logic" involved.

If I can't get it here or over the internet, I'm going to live without it.

Anyway, today I venture out to Target.  I'm looking for taper candles . . . I hold out no hope for actual Advent candles . . . . I had a lapse in planning . . . any candle will work as long as it's a taper.  If I do not find any, we'll just light any old candle and say the prayers anyhow. 

I'm also looking for a nice table runner for the coffee table.  I know Target had many of them last week . . . so we'll see if there are any left after yesterday's insane traffic through the store.

I had a small piece of pumpkin pie and a cuppa pumpkin spice coffee.  I'm well prepared to meet the world.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Just Say NO to Black Friday

Stay home, eat leftovers and drink massive quantities of coffee and hot chocolate and watch some good movies! 

I never understood chasing after a good deal . . . . on stuff that will only be stuff later on.  Of course, I never used to be a cash and carry girl.  That changed in June and my life has been so different!  I am freer than I ever have been not being a slave to my plastic! 

Those of you out there, oh, brave ones that you are!  Be careful and try to remain calm and nice!  

So, we'll sit back and do our shopping later . . . we already know what we are buying the kids.  I already know what is going to the extended families (goodie boxes of HI stuff).  For me, the plan is the hardest.  Execution will happen when I have the cash.

Hello, Monday!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Random Stuff on Thanksgiving

Here's Holly in her jacket (made by Allison).  Isn't it cute?  It's her kimono, we have decided.  I saw Allison's work on one of her posts and emailed her about getting one for Hols.  She really did a bang on job!








I love my Keurig machine.  No doubt about that.  I don't care for the podded teas, though.  I like good old fashioned bagged tea.  However, the Keurig does put out nicely hot water!  This Lady Gray tea came from Dawn.  Thanks, Dawn! 

I recently went to register this machine on-line and you know, if you do that when you first get your machine, you can order 2 large boxes and get 2 free, plus no shipping cost - even to Hawaii.  My neighbours, whom I recently met and they kindly embraced me into their mommies weekly coffee, all have a Keurig, too.  It's so nice that everyone can get the flavour coffee they want.  I've been to two of the coffee mornings now and I'll be hosting one soon.  My four boxes will be here by Saturday, I reckon. 






My sister called me early last week, I think it was, to tell me she bought herself one since I was raving about it.  I told her that my four boxes were $28.71.  Each box has 24 pods inside.  That means I have a lot of coffee on the way.  

I received my Scentsy order (Scentsy is a direct sales company for warmers that plug in and melt scented wax).  I am very pleased.  The October scent is some spiced pear and it smells so good!  I bought other scents that are like mocha, key lime, and pretty in pink (a nice floral/musk).  So, but . . . even though I plan on buying more of this stuff . . . I got an email from Gold Canyon . . . they are havinga free shipping on orders over $100 - even to HI (almost a $50 savings for those of us in HI).  The temptation is INTENSE.  I know I will 'cave' very quickly.  I will need to think very carefully about which scents to 'stock up on' for next Christmas.  I do know that GC candles scents will not go bad in over a year . . . I burned half a jar once, put it away until the next Christmas and it smelled wonderful as if it were brand new.

So, scents is what is on my brain today.

It's Thanksgiving.  There are wonderful smells all day long around here . . . w/out burning candles and melting scented wax!

I'm thankful for my Faith, family, friends, health, and all of you buddies.  May God richly bless you.

Happy Thanksgiving, You Bunch of Turkeys!!

It's hard to believe this scrumptious looking turkey comes from what used to walk around looking like the bird in the picture below.










Turkey's are magnificent looking game, in my humble opinion.  And they taste awesome!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING and MANY BLESSINGS TO YOU ALL!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

And A Side Order of Saint Augustine!

From The Confessions of Saint Augustine (Signet Classics):

22 Far be it, Lord, far be it from the heart of your servant who is confessing to you, far be it that I should think that any joy that I may experience makes me happy!  For there is a joy that is not given to the ungodly, but only to those who love you for your own sake, and you yourself are their joy.  And this is the happy life--to rejoice in you and to you and because of you.  This is the hapy life; there is no other.  And those who think there is another, are in pursuit of another joy which is not the true joy.  Yet all the same their will is still involved with some kind of an image of joy.

23 So it is not certain that all men want to be happy.  Those who do not want to find their joy in you (which alone is the happy life) certainly do not want the happy life.  Or do all men really desire it, but because the flesh lusteth against the Spirit and the Spirit against the flesh, that they cannot do what they would, they fall into that state which is within their powers and are content with it because their will for a state which is beyond them is not strong enough to bring it within their reach?  For if I ask anyone:  "Would you rather have your joy in truth or in falsehood?" he would say:  "In truth," with just as little hesitation as he would say that he wants to be happy.  And certainly the happy life is joy in truth, which means joy in you, who are truth, God, my light, health of my countenance, my God.  This is the happy life which all desire; this life which alone is happy all desire; joy in truth is what all desire.  I have met many people who wanted to deceive, but no one who wanted to be deceived.  But where did they gain their knowledge of this happy life except in the place where they also gained their knowledge of truth?  For they love truth also (because they do not want to be deceived) and in loving the happy life (which simply means joy in truth) they must certainly love truth too, and they would not be able to love it, unless there were some knowledge of it in their memory.  Why, then, do they not find their joy in it?  Why are they not happy?  Because they are more strongly taken up by other things which have more power to make them unhappy than that, which they so dimly remember, has to make them happy.  For there is still only a little light in men, and they must walk, yes, they must walk, that the darkness overtake them not.

But why is it that "truth gives birth to hatred"?  Why does your servant who preaches the truth incur enmity in spite of the fact that people love the happy life which simply is joy in truth?  It is because truth is loved in such a way that those who love something else would like to believe that what they love is the truth, and because they would not like to be deceived, they object to being shown that in fact they are deceived.  And so they hate truth for the sake of whatever it is they love instead of truth.  They love the light of truth, but hate it when it shows them up as wrong.  Because they do not want to be deceived and do want to deceive, they love truth when truth is giving evidence, but hate it when the evidence given is against themselves.  And the retribution which will come to them is this:  those who do not want to stand in the light of truth, will have to stand in it, whether they like it or not, but truth will not reveal her light to them.  So it is, yes, so, indeed it is:  this human mind of ours, so blind and sick, so foul and ill-favoured, wants to be hidden itself, but hates to have anything hidden from it.  But what happens is just the contrary:  it cannot hide from truth, but truth can be out of its sight.  Yet even so, wretched as it is, it prefers to find joy in truth than in falsehoods.  It will be happy, therefore, when, with no distractions to interpose themselves, it will find its joy in that only truth by which all things are true.



I found this passage particularly in good timing when you consider our current leadership in and around D.C., but also, in consideration of certain troubles a very dear friend of mine is having lately with certain authorities.  Very interesting indeed.  
To those who have eyes, will you see?  To those who have ears, will you listen?  Will you hear?  Very timely, Saint Augustine.  
Late have we all loved You, Lord. 

Monday, November 23, 2009

For the Laughs

My darling Squirrel Boy wishes to inform me of his plans to name his future son:  Dougal.

Yes, as in that Dougal.  Me thinks the humour bone has passed to this boy.  I shall enjoy the future Dougal immensely!

Ted: Dougal, how did you get into the church in the first place? Was it, like, 'collect 12 crisp packets and become a priest?'



Dougal: God, I've heard about those cults Ted. People dressing up in black and saying Our Lord's going to come back and save us all.
Ted: No, Dougal, that's us. That's Catholicism.
Dougal: Oh right.

Getting It Done

Today, Chief has gone above and beyond with our bedroom "make over".  By doing this huge project, he is tackling about seventeen-plus years of his own stuff.  You know, things he's accumulated from the Navy and not dealt with . . . he's now dealing with by sorting through all of it.  Manuals, trophies (MWR - Morale Welfare Recreaction sports), and awards (those, we keep, certainly).  He got the closet sorted and our bed repositioned against another wall (looks much better!), but . . . . our room still looks like some kind of war zone.  I know he's put in a great deal of effort today.  I hope he doesn't give up for whenever the fancy to finish strikes him.

In unearthing things, he did unearth a few more of my things which need to be dealt with.  Here's my take on it:  If I can't be bothered to deal with it myself, I may as well throw it all away.  The other take I have is:  When I look at this stuff, is it something I want my kids to decide about after I'm dead and buried?  So, the choice to make is to simplify it for them . . . it's easier for me to deal with it that way.  I won't be around for their thanks when that day comes (my death and their subsequent thanks for dealing with my junk, that is)  . . . but I will enjoy the fruits of my labour knowing that "I owned it" right here, right now.

I had coffee with my neighbour this morning and agreed to return later to watch her cutie pie son.  He's 18 months old and would be napping the entire time, maybe up to the last "leg".  He woke about ten minutes before her return . . . he was so upset (at first), but I didn't let that get to me.  I usually don't.  I guess old age has really calmed me down!  I carried him downstairs and released him to explore for himself that mummy really wasn't there and he was going to have to get used to me.  *wink*  Finally, I was able to get him to come to me and let me pick him up again . . . and I distracted him with pointing at things.  Then, gave him his bottle and some crackers.  He was quite happy then and restored to his mother ten minutes later.  During the time he napped, I finished the sewing part of the project for Christine (must make a run to Fiddlesticks in Honolulu to get the finishing touch).  But, I was so glad to have a few minutes to finish it up in total.silence.no.distractions.from.my.house.  Plus, I knew Chief was here slaving away . . . (pictures later).

Oh, and Hols has a new coat.  (Picture later).  It's a bit long on her, but it does not bother any of us as it looks likes she's wearing a dress/kimono.  Very cute!  Mahalo, Allison!!  Awesome job!!!

Now, I am chillin' out and getting dinner ready.  King Ranch Chicken tonight.  Tomorrow:  first time I've ever done it, but with the help of Ree's cookbook, I'm making chicken fried steaks!!! 

Have a blessed evening!

And, by the way, if there are any spelling errors, it's my poor editing skills (I don't care until I care) and the fact that the new blogger post stuff doesn't have spell-check?

Ahhhhhh

This background is just the ticket.  It's soothing. 

That's just what this ol' girl needs right now. 

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Worth Linking To . . .

True Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter: The Miracle of Sarah Palin #tcot #sgp

(H/T:  Adrienne's Catholic Corner, who h/t the orginal blogger's post, whom I am new to).

It's a great read!  I haven't Sarah's book yet, but it is on my "want" list.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Random Ponderings

  • For my dear friend, Serena:  Tell your hubby that there's more to O'ahu than the beach that circles it.  There are many fun things to do and many lovely places to eat to keep one who does not like beaches happily occupied here.  I can say this, speaking as a person who is not particularly fond of beaches herself.
  • I'm reading "Me Talk Pretty One Day" by David Sedaris.  I'm not sure if I got the right author or not, but I think I came across his name on another blog who said his stuff is brilliant . . . . or maybe not brilliant, but readable?  I.just.don't.remember.  I hadn't a clue the author is homosexual and that he would allude to it throughout the book.   He does not do that in any grotesque TMI way, thankfully.  At first, I worried it would be like that disasterous book "Running with Scissors", which, after about the second crudely descibed sexual encounter, I threw it across the room into the trash.  Sedaris isn't the same material.  He acknowledges matter-of-factly, but moves on and doesn't dwell.  His observations are hilarious.  I'm almost finished with it and I would like to read more of his books, but I will borrow them from the library for two reasons:  if I object, I can return; if I object, I'm not wasting my husbands hard earned money.
  • We ate at Spaghetti Factory last night to celebrate Crickles' birthday.  He brought a friend.  Food was good.  Love having the Italian cream soda.  Eating there reminds me of the few times I ate at the one in Seattle with my friend, "Off A Dirt Road" (blogger).  If we hadn't eaten in the trolley once, I'd be dying to here . . . I think my kids could care less, but I would want to eat in the trolley if I hadn't before.  I'm such a big kid, it's almost stupid.
  • The Iowa Hawkeyes are playing against Minnesota today.  Who cares?  But it is the reason Chief is not reorganizing our bedroom and closet today.  I tell you what, telly is the smite in my arse.  It really is!  I cannot tell you how many hours in each day that man has wasted his life!  I relent only because if I attack his telly, he'll attack my books, and that is a big NO NO.
  • Chief has left the building . . . the Chief's Mess is doing a car wash fundraiser today.   Funny, he did not mention this earlier and my commenting upon that fact made his leaving a bit harder . . . I should just eat my feet; he's going to go 'cos he cannot let the damn Navy down.  Ever.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Weekending

I'm still here.  I have been stopping by everyone's blogs and commenting when I wish where I will, but I do not wish to blog posts for a few more days.  I need to do many many in-real-life things.  Blogging posts just gets in the way . . . and I can't push being expertly clever.  Clever from me has to be genuine.  *wink*

So, this weekend is all about re-arranging the master bedroom and closet.  That's Chief's idea.  He's been home two days and . . . (cue:  drum roll) . . . nothing.     Told you all so!! 

Back to the real world, wishing you all well, and praying for only kindness when I push Chief to actually do what he said he wanted to do.  Ahem.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Happy Birthday, Happy Boy!!



Because you naturally have a good time no matter where you are, you naturally bring joy to others.
Because you are a fantastic baby brother, you share everything with ease.
You love to snuggle, just "because".
Because you look sweeeeeeet in that Boy Scout gear, I want to pinch your bum! 
Because you have a big heart and you are willing to serve . . .

. . . . because we love you so very much, we wish you a grand 12th birthday, Crickles.  You make our life better by being in our lives!!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Okay, Y'all

I never really wanted to do this again, but (Dawn, don't chastise me, m'kay?!?) I'm going to go skiing in the Alps.  My way of saying:  I'm gonna take a wee break.  And, I mean it "this time".  I really need to get away from reading the blogs on and off all day long.  And checking comments. 

Golly, I'm exhausted.

Okay.  Let's be real.

Chief came home today and said, "I'm taking leave.  I'll be in your face for the next ten days." 

My heart did a 180 shitskee flip for two reasons:  1)  Oh, boy!  We can get some stuff done around here together and, 2) There goes my "my" time. 

Pathetic, I know.  The thing is, as a miltary wife, it's kind of nice when "they" leave us alone a bit.  We are used to doing it all ourselves.  Well, a great majority of us are, anyhow.  I'd like him to help, but when he does we have the same goal in mind but two completely different ways of doing it.  Like, painting, for instance.  He (laughably) suggested we use a spray painter.  Ah, no.  Fine, if you want that light blue all over everything, because that's where it will be.  Get the pan, the paint, and the brushes and rollers.  Get the blue tape and some newspapers.  It's longer to set up and take down, but the clean-up will be a breeze.  Or, take for example where to put our tree.  We discussed this tonight.  I already know where it's going w/out having to move anything but the dog kennel.  I've thoroughly thought this out since we moved in.  He suggested moving this here and that there "and if all else fails, there's that craft corner and we can shove your stuff in the garage".  I'd sooner stick the tree up . . . okay, I'll try and be nice.

So, I'm not off to see the Wizard, or ski in the Alps, but to fend off   help my husband do some stuff 'round this here parts.  If I can check in, I certainly will.  I reckon, if our track record stands, we'll fail to do anything but gain ten pounds while thinking about doing these "projects" and never doing anything.  


 

All Is Well

Worry not (I know you're not). I'm well.

The parcel made it out and is on it's way to my pop.

Now that I've cooled off a bit from vacuuming the entire downstairs, dusting downstairs, and hanging things up in the 1/2 bath . . . I'm ready to clean the 1/2 bath. It won't be 15 minutes and I'll have that done. Next up? Dinner. And sorting through all that crap on the island counter.

If I manage those things, I can say my day has been quite productive.

That's It!

I'm in no particular hurry to get things done today, but I have a "to do" list a mile long and would like to start it at 9am this morning. In seventeen minutes I'd like to be in the van driving to the post office. Sadly, it is not going to happen that soon. My intestines are taking a trip first. When they finally decide they are done tormenting and assaulting me, I will shower (that always makes me feel better) and head out. I have a box to mail to my daddy. It's his birthday soon and I want to get it mailed today.

If I determine I am validly ill (and not IBS), I'll be sure to douse myself in Lysol spray before I leave. That box is getting mailed out today.

Am I the only one who feels like Christmas is coming too soon? Advent first.

I'm woefully unprepared for anything lately.

Changes

Changes are often good things.
Hope you all do not mind that I have taken away the gentle background . . . but I was getting tired of it, and, tired of what "free" backgrounds are available at the moment.
I probably shouldn't mess with things when I'm "in a mood", but there you have it.

I went to an open house today for Scentsy. Anyone heard of them? It is a direct sales business for tart/wax warmers (pretty nice ones, too) and tart/wax scent bars (quite a nice selection) for, I think, reasonable prices. One of their selling points is that it's not a flame . . . and I asked about the wax: would it burn on contact? stain? easy to clean up? No burning, staining questionable, and easy as any wax to clean up (not, in that case, I don't care who you are). There point is: young children won't get burned by it . . . even if they knock it over and get wax all over the place. Hmmmm. I have to worry about doing that myself. Some times I am careless. I got a plug in for the bathroom and some scent bars. It's for the half bath downstairs. The Febreeze spray just isn't cutting it so something more constant must be done.

I dislike having such a great schnoz, because I can smell atrocious things long before I find them. And, because things that smell really good . . . I can't avoid them (i.e. good foods etc.).

Vicious circle.

We watched "Up" tonight. Loved it. I knew I would.

Tomorrow morning will come soon enough. It will be another busy day "in the field" of domestics. G'night.

Friday, November 13, 2009

How I Spend My Friday's & Friday's Favourite Things

  • Looking for favourite things to photograph to share with y'all.
  • God-forsaking laundry (in one machine, out and into t'other over and over again)
  • Paying the bills (there were only two, but took at least $600 of our money; cell and car insurance; you pick which was more). *it wasn't the cell*
  • Planning the horrible, no good, dirty, rotten trip I have to take tomorrow: grocery shopping.
  • Cleaning up dog poop from the back yard (and stealthily avoiding the softer stuff that came outta her end this morning - the pooch has a bug, me thinks)
  • Drinking more coffee to steel my nerves, but they're actually being stolen (I'm getting the shakes).
  • Waiting for my kiddos to come home from school.
  • Avoiding sitting on my backside so I can do the aforementioned.
  • Dreaming of this evening when I will have time to rest with my cross stitch in hand.
  • Shopping for Crickles' birthday, which is next week.
Here's the favourite things this week:

This was the pig bank my paternal grandparents gave to me on my 11th birthday with $11 sticking out his slot. I have passed it down to SB.


Here are a few of my favourites: the lamp from Pier 1, the 1932 GM radio my paternal grandfather bought his mother back in 1932 and gave to me after I married Chief, and that basket that Chief bought me on our first visit to Longaberger in Ohio.



My favourite perfume. It's the only one Chief ever said, "you smell so good" to my wearing.



A rosary book that my favourite Dominican priest gave me; thanks Fr. Willoughby!




And, finally, these wee Japanese items given to Teenie from Chief's sister's mother-in-law. She's from Japan.


Have a blessed weekend!

Here's My Baby Brother . . . .

I found these in his profile on FB. I know, I know, I know! I "said" I wouldn't go back to FB, but I did recently. For some meeting time with old friends - dear friends to me! - and my siblings. I'm very selective of who I invite to FB.

Anyhoo . . . this is my brother. He has a wicked sense of humour and he makes me laugh! Even though he's only a mere 14 months younger than me, he's my baby brother. Many folk would not appreciate his humour, but many folk do. He can gutter ball with the best of them . . . but he knows when it's not appropriate, too. He is definitely not going to play politically correct games. He likes to hunt, drink Crown Royal, and he's a fierce defender of Christianity. He's single, but not looking for "fun" nor necessarily marriage, but he's open to finding the woman of his dreams and making it legal before man and God. He's a fun-loving, fun, and joyful person in my life. Bill is dependable, loyal, and one of my closest friends. I love you, even when I'd prefer not to call you by your chosen 'handle', "fart star" (even if it is hilarious).



Thursday, November 12, 2009

When All Else Appears As Failure . . . .

self-medicate with CHOCOLATE!


A basket of UK goodness:


The only kind of full hamper I want to encounter:




I'd take my tea in edible servers, YES!!!

Thoughts and Ponderings on a Thursday

I've had my second cuppa joe and I'm now quite AWAKE. Teenie is home today. She said her throat is scratchy, she feels worn down, and she's a bit achy. Best to be on the safe side, keep her home.

I watched some of the Today show this morning. I've read some news. Depressing! I'm glad my hope doesn't rest in mankind or the government. Did you read the news about what's going down in D.C.? Ach! Click on my side bar Les Femmes blog for this news. My humble opinion is: we need to live our Catholic Faith - even if it kills us. The 'dying' to be done is we will be marginalized, maligned, beaten down, separated out, mocked . . . laws will be passed to tread on us. It will be okay to stomp us to death, it won't be a "hate" crime. Why the heck are we allowing our government to even consider laws to advance maybe less than 10% of the population? Why are we afraid to stop being politically correct? Creative Minority Report also did a piece on folk being fired from their jobs for 'harassing' other employees and/or faith clashing issues. Apparently, there are businesses that create prayer spaces for their Muslim employees. CMR makes a point in asking, where are the spaces for the Christian?

Every time in history has it's moments where each individual must ask himself, "Am I willing to die for what I believe?" Are you asking yourself that? I am. I can say with certainty: yes. What I am trying to say is, that this dying will not necessarily be a physical death . . . but that does not make it any easier.

Relatively speaking, it's easy to say "no" to a doughnut.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

What we did on Veteran's Day . . .


You'll have to pop on over to Aloha Spirit to see pictures. If y'all encourage it, I may post the seven minute video (if I can figure that out). Of course, the video may bore the snot outta ya, but then, I'm into that occasionally.

Veteran's Day


Thank you, all of you. We cannot keep America "the land of the free" if it were not for "the home of the brave". God bless America and God bless our Vets!

Happy Birthday, Dawn, my bestest friend evah!!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Delay In Posting Pictures 'Cos I'm Daft, Y'all!

Here's Hols . . . I'll be taking her for a walk after I post this. She has been super patient with me today (all the baking and crafting, you see).



These are flip flops my husband thought were perfect for me since I told him more than once I'd love to have a Chief t-shirt (I'm serious, but I'd never wear it and he know this, 'cos I'm not a Chief so I won't/can't). But, I can wear these around the house. The plastic between the toes is really rather painful, though, so they won't get worn out any time soon. He got them at a Chief Selectee fundraiser here in Pearl Harbor.
The rosary I put together today for my brother. I'm not necessarily praying for him to be a Christian, as he already is. He may not be formally practicing as a Lutheran (as raised), but he will defend Christianity and FAMILY to the death. Really, he's a wonderful man. Anyhoo, I asked him if he'd feel pressured to be Catholic if I made him one and he said, "Nope." I think he'll like it.
The camera is getting wonky. Needs batteries again, I reckon. So, the pics are blurry. P'raps it's me as I'm using the lap top and I pushed some dang button and the screen is big (as in for the uber blind . . . and I can't figure out how to make it normal again). Here's some of those chocolate mint cookies. Oh, yeah.
Thanks for your patience (the two of you who wanted to see pics). This is the loaf I baked today. Yesterday's looked better, in comparison. I had more confidence with this one then, but managed to make it look more like a super brown mushroom top. It's spring-y, though, which means there's some goodness inside. It smells great!
I bought some King Arthur's whole wheat flour at the commissary yesterday. There's a recipe on the back so I'll be using it . . . even if it's a tad more work to use my arms as kneeders rather than gadetry. T'is just as well. I need to burn some calories from what I'm sucking in at this point.

Get Thee to a Supermarket and Buy These


Delicious "morsels". Does anyone call any thing "morsels" any longer? It's such a 1920's word, in'it?!? Anyway, who cares? Get a bag (or several, like me) and make these cookies:

2 Cups all-purpose flour
2/3 Cup Nestle Toll House Baking Cocoa (or whatever you want, I use Hershey's)
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 Cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
2/3 Cup granulated sugar
2/3 Cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 large eggs
1 - 10 ounce bag of Nestle Toll House Dark Chocolate and Mint Morsels.

Mix ingredients.
Bake in a 325 degree oven for 10-13 minutes.

Keep the milk handy, or better yet: the morning coffee.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Baking Bread

I'll upload pictures later, but I'm actually going to try making the Artisan Bread today. Right after I sign off here (after having caught up with the blogs I follow). Phew! Thank you to Mimi and Kalona for the links - really super helpful and I think this recipe may increase my confidence! I haven't made my own bread since my high school years. I know I can do it, it's just funny. I guess I feel like a pioneer of sorts! A pioneer in Hawaii. Woot woot!

I'm half way through Jane Austen's "Mansfield Park". I think I read this back when I bought it in 1999, because some of it seems super familiar . . . but because I have lost most the book to a distant memory, I'm glad I've begun to read it again. It is my way of gearing up to read "Emma".

I hope you are all enjoying your weekend.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Friday Favourites

Here's this Friday's lineup. First up: Mary, of course! Any angle I try to take a picture of a rosary in results in the flash being too much (and rendering the picture useless) or in a flashless picture, it being a bit fuzzy (wherein my camera will prompt me to decide to save or not to save the fuzzy picture). I had it about eight times in and this will have to do:



btw, that is one of the seven rosaries I have made for my mum. Now I will make seven presentation boxes from card stock - and some HI fabric.



These birds: cattle egrets. I am amazed by them. Lately, there's been a trio of them eating bugs from the carpet of grass outside my front door. They are amazing to watch. When I perch in my kitchen window with my binoculars (bi-nik-ulars, as I say), it's almost like they can see me 'cos they all instantly freeze and start cocking their heads to the side, staring up into my window. The camera didn't seem to faze them one iota.



My home altar, if you can call it that. But it's a start! It holds all my rosary making bits right now, but I can't leave them anywhere else. If they are in front of me, they'll get made. Adreinne, Teenie loaned me the picture she chose to have. ;)



PG Tips and my Brown Betty. And, of course, honey from Iowa.



Oh, Lord! This is Kuromi. She's an Hello Kitty character. Adorable. Adorable! This bobble head hangs out in my kitchen window next to the Infant of Prague. I have a pen with her on it as well as a stuffed toy near my bed. It is an illness.



Of course, Gold Canyon Candles. This one is in a terrific jar. LOVE IT! The scent is in their Christmas line. Cinnamon Garland. Yum.






Last, but not least (never ever last or least, actually)
These three:

Have a blessed weekend everbody!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

When We Buy Our Own Home Some Day . . .

I only want one - point - five bathrooms. That's one and an half. Two terlits - in case of emergency and not having to share a private bath with visitors/company.

I am SICK of cleaning terlits! Three a week - !!!

The next two weeks or so is all about teaching the kids to do their own laundry.

After that: they get to rotate which of the three of them gets to clean their bathroom. Then, I only have two terlits to care for.

I won't be happy then, but mighty closer to it. ;)

Worth Sharing Once You've Read It . . .


This book is hard to put down. For more information from the author himself, click on the link (the word "book" above).

My take: I laughed for many reasons. I'm definitely not laughing at A.J. - I don't even feel sorry for him, to tell the truth. I enjoyed his quest for God, because IMHO he dug deeper than most would/could to find meaning. He remains an agnostic, but one that found reverence and one who found that life is sacred. I think those two things are pretty nice outcomes from his search. He may not say it in so many words, but essentially he found what many of us find when we have our first child: fear they may be lost to us via the world - lost to God, eternally, should He exist. He does cover ground on "believing just to be on the safe side" and that being a weak link. True, but if you really live a Christian life - or Jewish life - or Muslim life - authentically, for real - not just trying it on for size (even if that is what you do initially and it leads you into communion- you're on the right track. He was only trying it all on for size - which lead to much of his confusion I think. Had he just delved into his own Jewish background, he might have found Faith. Still, the book is insightful and well done. I felt his pain, confusion, consternation, and moments of enlightened love for God's creation. He had epiphanies, for sure. In the end, he decides his son (and sons) should learn about their heritage and Jewish religion . . . so that he (the sons) can have a foundation on which to choose God or not, to navigate better through the murky waters of this world's message of relativism.

I recommend you get this book - or borrow some ones you know who has it. Not once was I offended by his research - he found a bunch of loonies, but even in that, he saw sacredness. How could you not at least respect others who profoundly believe what they believe? In this book, he takes a really long, good, honest look at himself. We all should do that.

Well done.

I hope to read his encyclopedia book soon!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Hint Into My Being Nutters

I don't even have a bread machine. Oh, yes I do: it's my two arms, my patience, and TIME. I hope when I roll up my sleeves I don't lose my mind! This is my Saturday project, just so you know. When bread is about $4 a loaf (even in the commissary) it's time to rethink things.

I haven't made bread since my high school days. With my mum. She's still a master of the old fashioned way of baking. I like that way better. Here's why. I tried to cheat by asking for a rice cooker. I got it for my birthday last year. It has gone wonky. I think the move injured it as the rice isn't cooking right and the water spills out all over the place. No more machines. I cannot rely on technology like that - back to the pans, where I 95% of the time get perfect rice.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Book Store Stop

I ran an errand this morning to Borders. I needed to get a copy of Jane Austen's Emma. Got it! Over at Bigger than a Breadbox blog (see sidebar), Mimi is going to head/lead a "club" on this book beginning 15 November. I missed the first one on Little Women. I think that's what it was. Anyway, if you want to join in, click on the link on my side bar and let her know.

Whilst at the bookstore, I purchased some Christmas presents, and, found a strange book that I'll read before I crack open Emma.

The book? The Year of Living Biblically: One Man's Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A.J. Jacobs. Full review to follow. I think it's going to be tongue-in-cheek (mostly cheek), but I gotta hand it to the guy for reading the Bible(s) and doing research and really considering religion.

I will do a book review soon.

Good Thing He Called Me . . .

Monday's are a mad rush about this place. The kids barely scrape food into their gullets and they're off running for the bus. I'm dealing with the dog dancing around my feet for her turn for attention. Chief is in from his run and getting ready for work.

Some one has to take the trash out to the curb. It can't be me - I'm still in my PJ's making the scrambled eggs. SB says he'll take it out once he's done eating. So I relax.

The bus is coming, everyone is running.

I ask Chief to take the trash to the curb since SB was tying his shoes when the bus came and did not have time to do so.

He forgot.

I was very angry. I think my head spun!

I pulled on a sweatshirt, slipped on some flip flops and pushed the trash out myself. "That's it! He's such a BEEP BEEP BEEP!!" "I ask one simple thing and BEEP BEEP BEEP!" All the way out and back into the house I'm ranting. The dog is scared and moves the fastest she has ever moved into her "house" (kennel) when I told her to. I march upstairs and get ready to take my shower when I notice that Chief has hung up the bath mat. He's hung it up today! Oh, my! I can't believe it!

Seriously, it diffused my anger on the spot. I think had it been on the floor today I would have just hucked myself through and out the window.

Why do those little things annoy the piss out of me?

He called, though. Right after I noticed the mat hung up.

"I'm sorry. I got distracted."

Me, too. The unimportant things got in the way of my love for you, Chief. I'm sorry, too.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Gee, What Do I Say About This?

I just closed the book after reading the last lines . . . and it's left me pondering all that was said (repeatedly, I might add).

Weapons of Mass Instruction - A Schoolteacher's Journey Through the Dark World of Compulsory Schooling by John Taylor Gatto.

Has anyone else read this book - or others penned by him regarding this "dumbing down of America through compulsory schooling"?

I "get" what he's saying, that there's more than a fine line distinction between education and schooling. There's a clear difference between being taught something and learning it on one's own.

I understand that he's saying schooling in America is stifling creativity on purpose. I know, firsthand and through my own children, that school is boring.

I agree that something "funny" is going on when tax payers are digging deeper into their pockets for education and for every penny, kids in school are not getting any smarter (in the sense of passing tests, which are only important for the "machine" not the individual; and, in the sense of being able to articulate clearly in arguments, being able to comprehend what they are reading) . . . and all of this at the hands of the school system.

My kids have Literature books that are really compilations of dumb-downed chapters from stories of old (classics cut down at the knees and reworked so the 5th grader can understand it when it's an high schooler reading it). If you dumb it down, they'll never learn; they'll never be challenged; they'll be bored.

I'm not sure if writing across test papers "I would prefer not to take your test" is the best answer, but it sure would shake up a few folk. Teachers today are used to being cussed at and having their hands tied, but for that kind of rebellion (not to take the tests!!! gasp!)? If parents taught their kids to rebel this way, what would happen?

I'm not afraid of the establishment "machine". I've got a high school diploma and nothing more. Who cares? I never thought much of college, either. My thought process then was the same as it is now, concerning me: why go into that amount of debt to be bored sh*tless? And, let me be clear about this: if you have a degree, fine. I'm not saying you were bored or the degree you have worked for is pointless. As I said, this was concerning me.

So, we trust absolute strangers and the government with our kids six to seven hours a day, for what? To teach our kids what we could easily teach them, and yet, we could by doing so, preserve our Faith and Family at the same time.

This book has much to say about boredom - linking it to the "I" and "ME" of things today, the media, the intrusion of electronic stimulus. Separate the child from everything - self, family, religion, etc.

I believe this is why many choose to home school. Yet, even the author admits that kids can survive schooling if they are educated at home, by being free to educate themselves. It is also nice when parents don't make a big deal out of test scores. I never really have. I mean, I don't like my kids to spend that much time in a windowless box with strangers to fail a class . . . as sometimes happens. But, that's just it: it some times will happen. Failure is only a means to try again - unfortunately, in subjects you "have to have by law" it really stinks. Believe me, the schooling usually works the second time through a class . . . only because the kid is shamed there and at home and is spurned into trying harder.

I honestly don't know where I'm going with this post. So, I'll just say that this book was intriguing and confirms many suspicions I've held about compulsory schooling my entire life.

Stay rooted in your Faith, stay rooted in your family. It's all the education one really needs. As a Catholic, I'm in training for Eternal Things, not those that pass away - and they do pass away all too quickly for most.

Sunday - Feast of All Saints


Co-Patron of the Diocese of San Diego

San Diego de Alcalá de Henares (St. Didacus) was born about 1400 at San Nicolas in Andalusia, of poor and God-fearing parents. He entered the Third Order of St. Francis when he had scarcely reached young manhood, and under the direction of a devout Tertiary priest, he served God for a long time as a hermit. Consumed with the desire for still greater perfection, he later entered the Franciscan convent at Arizafa in Castile, and was there admitted to solemn vows as a lay brother.

His rapid progress in virtue made him a model to all his companions. His soul was continually occupied with God in prayer and meditation. From this source, he gathered such supernatural insight concerning God and the mysteries of Faith that learned theologians listened with astonishment to the inspiring conversations of this uneducated lay brother.

Since Brother Diego manifested great zeal for souls and willingness for sacrifice, his superiors sent him with other brethren to the Canary Islands, which at that time were still inhabited by wild infidels. Diego was eager for martyrdom, and in this spirit bore with dauntless patience the many hardships that came his way. Both by word and example, he helped in converting many infidels. In 1445, he was appointed guardian of the chief friary on the islands at Fortaventura.

Recalled to Spain, he went to Rome in 1450 at the command of the Observant Vicar General, St. John Capistran, to attend the great jubilee and the canonization ceremonies of St. Bernardine of Siena. On this occasion, an epidemic broke out among the many friars assembled in the large convent of Aracoeli. Diego attended the sick with great charity and trust in God. And God did not fail him. Despite the lack of supplies in the city at the time, Diego always had ample provisions for his patients. He miraculously restored many of them to health by merely making the Sign of the Cross over them. Leaving Rome, he returned to Spain, where, as in the former days, he was a source of great edification to the friars of every convent in which he lived.

When he felt that the end of his life was drawing near, he asked for an old and worn-out habit, so that he might die in it as a true son of the poor St. Francis. He died on November 12, 1463, at the Franciscan monastery in Alcalá, pressing a crucifix to his heart and repeating the words of the Good Friday chant: "Dulce lignum, dulce ferrum, dulce pondus sustinet" (Precious the wood, precious the nails, precious the weight they bear.)

Months passed before it was possible to bury Brother Diego, so great was the number of people who came to venerate his remains. Not only did his body remain incorrupt, but it diffused a pleasant odor. After it was laid to rest in the Franciscan church at Alcalá de Henares, astounding miracles continued to occur at his tomb. Pope Sixtus V, himself a Franciscan, canonized Brother Diego in 1588.

San Diego is the special heavenly patron of the Franciscan friars who are brothers. According to the liturgical calendar, his feast day is celebrated on November 13.



Borrowed/Taken from:
(http://www.diocese-sdiego.org/st_didacus.htm)



Margaret in MN asks us which Saint we would like to meet in Heaven upon our entrance . . . For me, it's got to be Saint Pio. If ever I needed a strong Saint, it's been him. I know had I been blessed to confess in his confessional, his voice would have raised the roof and scared me to complete honesty. I pray more priest become like that: able to read our souls and demand honesty from us - save us from true peril. Whenever I go to confession, I try and dig it all out by the roots. God wants ALL of us - the dirty bits He will take and rid of for us. I like that very much.

Lord, help me to be a Saint right where You plant me. Otherwise, uproot me and replant me in the soil You want me planted. I am nothing without you. Amen.

Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, have mercy on us. Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, hear us. Christ, graciously hear us.

God, the Father of heaven, have mercy on us.
God the Son, Redeemer of the world,
God the Holy Ghost,
Holy Trinity, one God, have mercy on us.

Holy Mary, pray for us.
Holy Mother of God,
Holy Virgin of virgins,
Saint Michael,
Saint Gabriel,
Saint Raphael,
All ye holy angels and archangels,
All ye holy orders of blessed spirits,
Saint John the Baptist,
Saint Joseph,
All ye holy patriarchs and prophets,
Saint Peter,
Saint Paul,
Saint Andrew,
Saint James,
Saint John,
Saint Thomas,
Saint James,
Saint Philip,
Saint Bartholomew,
Saint Matthew,
Saint Simon,
Saint Thaddeus,
Saint Matthias,
Saint Barnabas,
Saint Luke,
Saint Mark,
All ye holy apostles and evangelists,
All ye holy disciples of the Lord,
All ye holy innocents,
Saint Stephen,
Saint Lawrence,
Saint Vincent,
Saints Fabian and Sebastian,
Saints John and Paul,
Saints Cosmos and Damian,
Saints Gervase and Protase,
All ye holy martyrs,
Saint Sylvester,
Saint Gregory,
Saint Ambrose,
Saint Augustine,
Saint Jerome,
Saint Martin,
Saint Nicholas,
All ye holy bishops and confessors,
All ye holy doctors,
Saint Anthony,
Saint Benedict,
Saint Bernard,
Saint Dominic,
Saint Francis,
All ye holy priests and levites,
All ye holy monks and hermits,
Saint Mary Magdalene,
Saint Agatha,
Saint Lucy,
Saint Agnes,
Saint Cecilia,
Saint Catherine,
Saint Anastasia,
Saint Clare,
All ye holy virgins and widows, pray for us.
All ye holy men and women, saints of God, make intercession for us.

Be merciful, spare us, O Lord.
Be merciful, graciously hear us, O Lord.

From all evil, O Lord deliver us.
From all sin,
From Thy wrath,
From sudden and unprovided death,
From the snares of the devil,
From anger, and hatred, and all ill-will,
From the spirit of fornication,
From the scourge of earthquake,
From plague, famine, and war,
From lightning and tempest,
From everlasting death,
Through the mystery of Thy holy Incarnation,
Through Thy coming,
Through Thy birth,
Through Thy baptism and holy fasting,
Through the Institution of the Most Blessed Sacrament,
Through Thy cross and passion,
Through Thy death and burial,
Through Thy holy resurrection,
Through Thine admirable Ascension,
Through the coming of the Holy Ghost the Paraclete,
In the day of judgment, O Lord deliver us.

We sinners, we beseech Thee, hear us.
That Thou wouldst spare us,
That Thou wouldst pardon us,
That Thou wouldst bring us to true penance,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to govern and preserve Thy holy Church,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to preserve our Apostolic Prelate and all orders of the Church in holy religion,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to humble the enemies of holy Church,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to give peace and true concord to Christian kings and princes,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to bring back to the unity of the Church all those who have strayed away, and lead to the light of the Gospel all unbelievers,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to confirm and preserve us in Thy holy service,
That Thou wouldst lift up our minds to heavenly desires,
That Thou wouldst render eternal blessings to all our benefactors,
That Thou wouldst deliver our souls, and the souls of our brethren, relatives, and benefactors from eternal damnation,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to give and preserve the fruits of the earth,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe to grant eternal rest to all the faithful departed,
That Thou wouldst vouchsafe graciously to hear us,
Son of God, we beseech Thee, hear us.

Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, graciously hear us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

Let us pray.

Almighty, everlasting God, who hast dominion over both the living and the dead and art merciful to all who, as Thou foreknowest, will be Thine by faith and works; we humbly beseech Thee that they for whom we intend to pour forth our prayers, whether this present world still doth detain them in the flesh or the world to come hath already received them stripped of their mortal bodies, may, by the grace of Thy fatherly love and through the intercession of all the saints, obtain the remission of all their sins. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Thy Son, who with Thee in the unity of the Holy Spirit liveth and reigneth God, world without end. Amen.