Pie vs. The Rosary or Merry Christmas!

I always keep a rosary in the front pocket of my purse. Yes, the same one from post #2. I keep it in there for several reasons: one being so I can take it out and pray on long subway rides and during the many hours I spend at work. The second reason being that if someone ever steals my purse, maybe he'll come across it while he's dumping my poor purse's contents out on the counter at a pawn shop, and he'll be so shocked and touched, he'll convert right there on the spot, vow never to steal another purse again, and track me down and give my wallet back to me.

Well, here's hoping!

Anyway, along with the rosary, I also keep many other important things in that front pocket...like my keys. So I just spent a good 2 hours of my christmas day trying to seperate the two, as they had become so entangled, it was impossible to both get into my house, or pray to the Lord to send me a locksmith.

But it all worked out in the end!

I, like so many of us lowly shift-workers, am manning my post at the radio station this evening, instead of being at home with my family (and the BBQ ribs they so lovingly prepared....the store was out of turkeys...) But, no matter where I am, I know the love of my family, and most importantly, the love of Jesus Christ (happy birthday!) is never too far away.

May the blessings of this season touch the heart of you and your family.
Merry Christmas.

P.S. Note to hand-bag manufacturers - start including a seperate rosary pocket, that automatically ejects the contents into the face of the purse snatcher in the event of...well...a purse snatching...

Oh So Busy!

The Christmas season snuck up on me far too fast.

....Also, I forgot my password to my blog, so I couldn't post anything new until I deciphered it. I felt like some kind of spy, trying to crack my own codes. I did, however, learn how to add a photo to my opinions! Perfect for all you visual learners!

This will be my first christmas with the church. Not officially, but as an "associate." Actually, I'm a Catechumen. I went through the ceremony on rememberance day (Nov. 11th) while I was suffering from the worst flu of my life. (The signing of the senses didn't go too well, as I was leaking goo from every oriface, and I most likely got my sponsor sick as well!)

I'm very happy being a catechumen. (I often just shorten down the phrase to "Spicy Kitty." A Cat-in-Cumin...get it?....spicy kitty!! har har.... oh don't patronize me with your forced laughter... What can I say? My writers are on strike!) They gave me a little wooden cross (which gave me a rash....I think I was allergic to the little metal tab holding it on to the string). I also got a GIANT green bible....I like it, it smells like church.

Also, since the ceremony, I'm not allowed to sit in the church during the eucharist. Well, I assume I'm "allowed," I guess they just don't want to feel rude for eating in front of others who aren't. So, the other members of the RCIA and I are ushered out of the large hall and into the tiny chapel at the back of the building for a kind of bible lesson. (However, yesterday there was no one there to unlock the chapel door, so we all just stood in the cloak room until the end of mass....)

So, here I am, enjoying all the Advent Purple (why doesn't crayola turn that into a crayon?) But, I'm also at work, so I should probably get back to...well...work....