Friday, September 18, 2009

Seven Quick Takes



Last Sunday, James and Felicity stayed home with a cold and Elizabeth slept in her swing while Cecilia and I went to Mass. Usually we go to the 11AM Mass, but since it was just the two of us, we went to the 9AM. We usually avoid the 9AM because it has lots of young children who are, I'm sorry to say, poorly disciplined in how to behave at Mass. Likewise, many of them and their parents do not, in my opinion, dress appropriately for Mass and we really try very hard to teach our daughters how to dress and behave for Mass.

Anyway, a woman came in during the Gloria with her two sons (ages 5 and 6) and her daughter (about 8 years old) and sat behind us. They kept whispering and jabbering on so I was surprisingly happy when the "Children's Liturgy" called them away and their mom became silent. After they returned the noise continued however. In addition, the mother was wearing several metal bracelets that jingled and clanked every time she moved her arm, which she did quite a bit of when occupied with her children.

They got so noisy that, towards the end of Mass just after Communion, Cecilia turned around and said, "Shhhhh."

I didn't even know how to react. I was a little embarrassed to have my 3 year old correcting an adult. But, doggone it, she was absolutely right. In the meantime I had a hard time not laughing.

When I told my dad he said, "Out of the mouths of babes .... even a three year old knows you are supposed to be quiet in Church."



I came across this on my floor:

P1000177At quick glance, it made me panic. What are these small clustered dark brown things on my floor? I've found similarly describable things on my floor before and was not thrilled by them.

Fortunately, upon closer inspection, I discovered them to be chocolate flavored little fishies:




I watched Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn in Bringing Up Baby. A very strange film. I suppose if you like what are called "screwball" comedies you might like this one but I didn't care for it. I just found it too outlandish. Cary Grant is a hapless paleontologist in a museum who has mishap after mishap run in with an heiress played by Katharine Hepburn. She acquires a tame, music-loving leopard named Baby and lures Grant into a series of adventures. I laughed a couple of times, but only a couple. I just found it too strange for my taste.


The Biggest Loser began this past Tuesday. I'm always impressed with how much the contestants on this show are able to do. There is one contestant this season whose story always makes me cry. Three years ago this October, she lost her husband, 5 1/2 year old daughter and 9 week old son in a car accident. The offending driver had been going over 100 miles an hour. But the contestant has an admirable view believing that she was not in the car and has survived for work God has yet for her to do. I was also thrilled they brought back Dan, a contestant from last season who, as a teenager, began the show over 400 pounds. He was sent home last season because his partner's heart was not into making the effort needed. He is down to 312 but still has a ways to go. Last season, he weighed in as the heaviest contestant ever to be on the show and this season he chose to pair up with a contestant this season who is now the heaviest contestant ever to be on the show at 476 pounds.


I watch 3 shows: The Biggest Loser, Hell's Kitchen, and 18 Kids and Counting. Why are ALL of them on TV on Tuesday evenings? Yes, I DVR, but what are the odds? All three are on TV on Tuesdays between 8 and 10pm.


When we move from here next year, we are not planning on taking our sofa and love-seat with us. They are almost 20 years old and so worn that several of the cushion covers have holes in them and the bounce so warped that when I sit I slant towards the middle. I can't wait to get rid of them and loathe to get new ones as consideration for any new ones will cause me pain when small children break them in. At least these things are so beaten the girls can't do much to them of significance. However, I'm coming to regard one of them as a creature of its own nature. It seems to swallow things unbelievably quickly and hide them in obscurity. The love-seat I imagine to open its jaws and use a long tongue to grab tea set spoons and puzzle pieces from the floor and then hide them in its deepest crevices. I have had to dig my arm in to find such treasures. James and I have said, before we move, we are going to have to practically disassemble them to make sure there is nothing of importance in them. Mischievous furniture!


Every time I give birth, it makes the realities of abortion so much more concrete for me. I hold this precious tiny human being in my arms and she smiles at me. I love to smell her hair and stroke the bottoms of her feet. Her fingers wrap around my finger. And it hits me like a frying pan that, in someone else's womb, someone might have killed her. A baby dies from abortion every 24 seconds. People kill Elizabeths every day. I cannot linger on the thought very long. But it makes me cherish her all the more and hold her all the tighter.

I saw, in a catalog, a video called The Silent Scream and was stunned to read that, on this video, you could watch, via ultrasound, an unborn baby's abortion. I found the film on Youtube. I watched parts 1 and 2 and part of part 3 but I had to stop. You can see this little unborn baby's mouth distinctly open to scream into the silence even before the equipment has physically harmed him. You can see his energetic movements and panic moving away from the instrument of the abortionist. I couldn't watch any more. But every person who promotes abortion, votes for abortion, seeks an abortion or performs an abortion should have to watch this film. If you can watch it and not cry, if you can watch it and not mourn, if you can watch it and still deny abortion is evil, you have no humanity in you.

Read more Quick Takes at Jen's Conversion Diary.


  1. I know the lady you mention in number 1, there have been moments during that mass it takes all the strength I can pray for not to glare at her and her kids.

  2. Great list, thank you!
    BTW have you seen "Holiday" it is a much better (in my opinion) Hepburn-Grant movie, however "The Philadelphia Story" is my favorite movie of all time (though I seem to remember you mentioning that you have seen it). Be well.

  3. Good for your 3 year old! It's enough already. Your story about the chocolate fish reminded me of a toy my little sister? brother? had-- it was actually a sand-filled lizard of some sort, but man if you saw it on the floor it looked verrrrrry different.

  4. I've actually come to think that, as long as another Mass time is available, we are responsible to take our kids to a different Mass and not that one. It is just too difficult for me to focus and retain my patience and too difficult for the girls not to be distracted and badly influenced.

  5. I haven't seen Holiday yet but it is on my list of films to see. I did love The Philadelphia Story. I keep debating about buying it.

  6. LOL, aren't things like chocolate fish and toy lizards some of the funnier things to look back on. I remember once there was a big to do at my house because we thought a big snake had made itself comfortable in our playset in the back yard. Turned out it was a baseball glove. Those things make me laugh.

  7. Love your blog.
    Had a free night to blog hop and enjoyed yours. Hope you will stop by new Christmas blog ...There is a great giveaway that I will draw for on Oct 1st and all you need to do to enter is comment. Hope you have a great weekend.