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zhieSo, I think I did a pretty good job pulling off remembering what goes on at a Catholic mass today. -_-
This, being the second funeral I've been to this month, well, I just have to crack a joke or two to get through it. A second unexpected death (same cause, sleep apnea, oddly enough), this time the father of a very good friend of mine, Mr. B... Mr. B and my father had gone to school together, had very similar lives (same occupation even), and then she and I went through from 3rd grade on up and spent a lot of time together (we had both come to public school from Catholic schools, so, y'know, we had to stick together!)
There was worry that no one was going to show up today, but the church was packed. This guy was really loved by a lot of people (and the fact he had ten siblings, their spouses, and their children didn't hurt). Ah, and he was Irish... so it was requested of everyone to wear green. I have never seen so much green in church, not even on St. Patrick's Day. The service was very much a duplication of the service for their wedding as it turned out.
But, I remembered everything, with the exception of the fact I couldn't find where they're keeping the holy water these days. Okay, it's been a few years. Actually, since my grandmother died. A few more than it should have been, quite frankly. Although, and I know some of you are going to roll your eyes at this, there was something very nice about being there again. I guess I must miss two hours of sit, stand, sit, stand, sit, stand, oops, no, kneel this time, all whilst being reminded of what a sinner I am. But honestly, I really stopped going when I moved and at that time didn't drive, but now I could easily get over there. And it's a very pretty church. (It's actually partly what I modeled the one in the Blue Plot Bunnies after)
Communion was interesting in and of itself. First, when we arrived, what we actually did was walk from Mr. B's house to the church, since he always walked to church when he could. When I walk, I like to chew gum, not just to prove I'm smart enough to walk and chew gum at the same time, but just because I like to. So, by the time we reached Communion... I still had the gum. So I fiddled in my purse for something to put said gum into... and noticed I had a notebook in my purse that more than likely contains some rather racy fanfic ideas if not actual scenes. Was awaiting the lightning to strike right there. Then, my mom leaned over and asked if we were going up, mostly because I used to be fairly conscientious about not taking Communion if I hadn't recently been to Confession.... anyhow, mom says she thinks I should really go up anyhow, and when I agree and ask if she's going up she smiled and reminds me she can't. See, she's not Catholic anymore, but I forget that. So, that was weird... Mark, Jake, and I going up, and mom sitting and not going up. But there were a fair number of other people who also didn't... it was actually pretty easy to tell the non-Catholics apart... they were the ones who didn't know how to get the kneelers to work, lol.
Anyhow, so, how bad is it that I adopted a plot bunny in the church? I just can't go anywhere without them showing up...
In conclusion, if anyone can spare any prayers for Mrs. B and their daughter, it would be greatly appreciated.
Oh, and the other oddity of the situation... many of the others who were in highschool with us were there and it came to my attention that they're all breeding... every single one had one or more child or was pregnant... very pregnant. There was that awkward moment as we were standing about after the service and everyone spoke of their children or their impending children and I was asked 'What's going on in Zhie-land?' (see, Zhie's not just my online persona, it's actually what people in real life, including my husband, call me). And, I... have... books. I have teaching, I have books. They have kids, I have a library. And it's not like I'm a bad Catholic or something... I've never taken birth control, we don't use condoms, but eight years and nothing. It's not like we're really really actively trying, but it's not like we're celibate or something. I guess that brings it around to the not going to church part. Kinda weird when everyone expects by now for their to be some kiddles about, and instead my parents refer to our cats as their grandchildren (and Jake refers to them as his niece and nephew). Speaking of, right now the 'children' are in the midst of face washing playtime... always amusing.
Alright. I needed to do that. It was quite therapeutic. And now I can get back to Unforgettable.
This, being the second funeral I've been to this month, well, I just have to crack a joke or two to get through it. A second unexpected death (same cause, sleep apnea, oddly enough), this time the father of a very good friend of mine, Mr. B... Mr. B and my father had gone to school together, had very similar lives (same occupation even), and then she and I went through from 3rd grade on up and spent a lot of time together (we had both come to public school from Catholic schools, so, y'know, we had to stick together!)
There was worry that no one was going to show up today, but the church was packed. This guy was really loved by a lot of people (and the fact he had ten siblings, their spouses, and their children didn't hurt). Ah, and he was Irish... so it was requested of everyone to wear green. I have never seen so much green in church, not even on St. Patrick's Day. The service was very much a duplication of the service for their wedding as it turned out.
But, I remembered everything, with the exception of the fact I couldn't find where they're keeping the holy water these days. Okay, it's been a few years. Actually, since my grandmother died. A few more than it should have been, quite frankly. Although, and I know some of you are going to roll your eyes at this, there was something very nice about being there again. I guess I must miss two hours of sit, stand, sit, stand, sit, stand, oops, no, kneel this time, all whilst being reminded of what a sinner I am. But honestly, I really stopped going when I moved and at that time didn't drive, but now I could easily get over there. And it's a very pretty church. (It's actually partly what I modeled the one in the Blue Plot Bunnies after)
Communion was interesting in and of itself. First, when we arrived, what we actually did was walk from Mr. B's house to the church, since he always walked to church when he could. When I walk, I like to chew gum, not just to prove I'm smart enough to walk and chew gum at the same time, but just because I like to. So, by the time we reached Communion... I still had the gum. So I fiddled in my purse for something to put said gum into... and noticed I had a notebook in my purse that more than likely contains some rather racy fanfic ideas if not actual scenes. Was awaiting the lightning to strike right there. Then, my mom leaned over and asked if we were going up, mostly because I used to be fairly conscientious about not taking Communion if I hadn't recently been to Confession.... anyhow, mom says she thinks I should really go up anyhow, and when I agree and ask if she's going up she smiled and reminds me she can't. See, she's not Catholic anymore, but I forget that. So, that was weird... Mark, Jake, and I going up, and mom sitting and not going up. But there were a fair number of other people who also didn't... it was actually pretty easy to tell the non-Catholics apart... they were the ones who didn't know how to get the kneelers to work, lol.
Anyhow, so, how bad is it that I adopted a plot bunny in the church? I just can't go anywhere without them showing up...
In conclusion, if anyone can spare any prayers for Mrs. B and their daughter, it would be greatly appreciated.
Oh, and the other oddity of the situation... many of the others who were in highschool with us were there and it came to my attention that they're all breeding... every single one had one or more child or was pregnant... very pregnant. There was that awkward moment as we were standing about after the service and everyone spoke of their children or their impending children and I was asked 'What's going on in Zhie-land?' (see, Zhie's not just my online persona, it's actually what people in real life, including my husband, call me). And, I... have... books. I have teaching, I have books. They have kids, I have a library. And it's not like I'm a bad Catholic or something... I've never taken birth control, we don't use condoms, but eight years and nothing. It's not like we're really really actively trying, but it's not like we're celibate or something. I guess that brings it around to the not going to church part. Kinda weird when everyone expects by now for their to be some kiddles about, and instead my parents refer to our cats as their grandchildren (and Jake refers to them as his niece and nephew). Speaking of, right now the 'children' are in the midst of face washing playtime... always amusing.
Alright. I needed to do that. It was quite therapeutic. And now I can get back to Unforgettable.
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Date: 2008-06-18 07:50 am (UTC)I was married for 9 years before I got preganant, no birth control and a hubby who is like a rabbit (blush) we couldn't figure out why no kids arrived but then one day bingo! I'm throwing up and the dr says I'm expecting, lol I phone him back the next day because I was sure he'd mixed me up with someone else! So it may happen yet you never know. lol books are less complicated than kids and cheaper too! On a positive side at least you can talk about something other than chicken pox and nappy rash!