me and my brother...

Thanks to Vincenzo!

Soup to nuts

Stan Laurel in the dinner scene from "Soup To Nuts". (The soup bowls had nothing in them, but the guests were eating. LOL!)

TMI

Too much information.

That is my only conclusion after going through a few blogs tonight. I read a rad trad blog and then a progressivist blog, and a couple in between. It all seems meaningless to me.

{Art: Bosch, "Ship of Fools"]

Wedding pics

Oh well, it was just a civil ceremony.

106 million!

Every home should have one.

I heard on the news there is now 106 million blogs on the Internet - and growing every day. (Isn't there a TV show about desperate housewives?) So everyone must have a blog now.

Anytime anything goes mainstream, it's over then.

[Except for June Cleaver - this is the best blog by a wife and mother ever - sorry Marge.]

Good byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I haven't been answering emails or the phone. What's so wrong with that? (Little Freak called me and I answered his call though. He is so good. Pray for his wife right now - she is in hospital and 6 weeks from her due date.)

Did you ever see the Laurel and Hardy episode when they were all in the car and everyone kept saying good bye to each other but the car wasn't going anyplace? Well that is my situation. I'm here, I'm not going anyplace and nothing is new.

Transitus

The Transitus of our Holy Father, St. Francis of Assisi.

A funny story...

You light up my life.

When I lived in Boston I became friends with a man who was planning to enter monastic life. He was very devout and frequented the same adoration chapels as I did. One night we were out for supper - he wanted to treat me. After dinner, whereat he had insisted he bore the stigmata, and I tried to convince him otherwise, we were walking to the trolley to go our separate ways. Suddenly he started to sing Debbie Boon's song, "You Light Up My Life".

I never liked to be sung to, my Dad used to do it when he was drunk, so I was embarrassed for my friend. After he finished serenading me he said, "Terry, that's how I feel about you." I realized he was gay and had a huge crush on me. I proceeded to explain to him the monastic notion of inordinate affections and friendship. He seemed to take it well.

I never saw him again.

[This post was prompted after hearing the same song on television tonight. Sorry - I'm OCD about at least one post a day.]

The 110th Anniversary of the death of St. Therese.

St. Therese of Lisieux died on this date at 7:20 in the evening in 1897.