Saturday, March 22, 2008

Holy Sleeping Belly, Batman!

Yeah, I know I rarely post on weekends, but it's spring break so I feel like I've got all the time in the world.
Above you see the result of a four year old wrapped in sheets. I like to call it "Holy Sleeping Belly!"! since it looks like he's going for the Mary Magdalene look there. Then there's our Mrs and Son potato heads. Belly insisted mine had to be feminine, but then when I left the room he gave her big muscle arms - and put her purse back on. I asked why. He said, so she can always protect her son. Wow. So Mrs and Son potato head hung out with us while we plopped on the couch to watch Disney's Cars last night.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Spring Break!!

The kids are off school for spring break, so I am off with them. Today we're sticking close to home, especially since it snowed last night. Is it ever going to STOP? Starting Monday though, we've got plans to visit 4 museums in 5 days. Chicago has incredible museums, and we'll be visiting the Shedd Aquarium, the Adler Planetarium, the Field Museum and the Museum of Science and Industry. A new adventure every day!!
I'll post pictures of our travels....

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Altar Boy

Golden Boy came to me last night at bedtime with a packet of info and asked me to sign it, saying (of course) it's due the next day. He leaves it on the table and goes downstairs.
It's a permission form for him to be an altar server.
Hold the phone. Wait just a minute.
Now, my children go to Catholic school. Not because I'm Catholic - I am most certainly not. Not only am I not Catholic, I am an atheist. However, public schools in our area are more like gladiator training camps, and secular private schools are far too expensive. So we chose private Catholic schools because they focus not only on academics (and safety!) but they try to educate the whole person. They want to help form productive members of society, not just attain a government mandated test score. So, we had the kiddies baptized and sent them to St So and So. The decision to baptize was made so that should they decide they LIKE it, they will be able to go ahead and continue with the other sacraments.
My older son knows that Mom doesn't believe in God. I don't lie to my children. Instead, I explain that everyone believes something different, and that's okay. What's important is that we respect one another's beliefs and try to understand them. When we go to Family Mass, we talk about applying the lesson of the day in practical scenarios.
What I didn't expect was that my older son was going to LOVE being Catholic. I was completely unprepared for that. But okay. That's fine. As long as we don't start the Crusades again, okay. I'm not being a hypocrite, I'm being open minded. Didn't I already say it's okay for everyone to believe different things?
But being an altar server? Not no, but hell no. Aside from the fact that it requires tons of parental involvement (since parents are responsible for the schedules and finding replacements should you be unable to attend) and I already volunteer plenty at the school, he's just not ready for that kind of responsibility. The booklet contained at least 10 pages of directions. Golden Boy only follows that many directions if he's learning a new video game. I don't want him joining just to join, and not realizing that other people are depending on him, so he can't simply decide to sleep in one day. We've already got so much going on in our lives, I can't justify signing him up for something else.
And hello? Isn't it always the altar boys who are abused by priests?! Now, I'm not saying Father So and So (who I really do like) is a pedophile, but I am not sticking my handsome kid out there as bait to find out.
Now, I realize these observations may piss some people off, and that's okay, too. I've got a laundry list of issues with organized religion. Not just Catholicism. In my humble opinion, people should help one another and be kind because it's the right thing to do. Be sorry you've wronged someone because you hurt them, not forced attrition. I don't believe that being non religious equates to being immoral. I think Jesus was probably a pretty good guy, and Mohammed, too. Somehow their messages must have been taken out of context though. I have absolutely nothing against anyone who takes part in any religion for the betterment of their life. I agree with anything that teaches compassion and cooperation. I don't necessarily hate religion, but the most honest way to explain it, is that I simply don't believe in the divinity part. Oh, and I take issue with hypocrites. (Like those priests who abuse children, and people who go to church on Sunday, but then spend the week being selfish, mean spirited assholes)
By the way, when I filled out the registration forms for the parish, it specifically asked my religion. I checked, Does Not Apply and wrote Atheist. They apparently don't mind. And just to enforce my point about GB not being ready for the responsibility, he couldn't find his gym clothes, shoes or belt this morning. *sigh*

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

WordFUL Wednesday

I had a picture of the stack of receipts and W2 forms and 1098s and all to show the hassle of taxes.... but I realized that it showed too much personal information and I don't want anyone running off with it. Trusting, I am not. But naive, sometimes. My husband complains that I don't do enough to protect things like that. Once I tried to throw out a box of (what I saw as) worthless papers. He almost had a heart attack because it had old mortgage statements, credit card bills and my old college ID in it. He saw that as just asking someone to do something bad with our personal info. I saw it as junk. SO, it was really my husband's voice in the back of my head that made me remove the picture right after I posted it this morning.

The nefarious job situation is getting worse. HR put in her two week notice today. That cannot be good.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Tears in my Green Beer

St. Patrick’s Day will always make me think of Connie. On St. Patrick’s Day in 1992, Connie was killed by her ex-husband. She had restraining orders, she did everything she could. Someone wrote a “true crime” book about it. I tried to read it, but I couldn’t, because I knew how it ended.
I met Connie at a time in my life when I wanted so desperately to be an adult. She was dating my uncle, and she wasn’t much older than me, but she didn’t treat me like a kid. She talked to me like a friend. She thought I was smart. She kept me company on vacation when everyone else ignored me. I was too old to be with the kids, but too young to be with the grown ups. We went shopping, swimming. She trusted me to watch her son. I remember my grandmother giving my uncle shit for dating such a young woman. She'd say, “Oh look, you brought home a play mate for Jesse.” But after a little while, even my grandmother loved Connie. Funny and warm, she fit right into our family of nuts. Everyone loved her.

Damn, I still miss her.