I found a link to this song on my cousin’s MySpace site, and I love it. They said you could link it, so I’ll see if I can link here to the internet radio site.
We are getting increasingly excited for the big day — 2 weeks from today — when we ship out to go halfway around the world!
Take a look here as the Eccentric came out to interview us.
In other St. Anastasia news, we are celebrating our 40th anniversary this weekend with a parish picnic. The Eccentric again came out and interviewed our pastor, Fr. JJ, about the founding pastor, Fr. Davidson.
Okay. It’s hot and humid. It could be worse, really, but it’s not great to sleep in, especially since my house gets really warm at night and there’s not great ventilation in my bedroom.
I already tried sleeping outside on the trampoline, which would have been an acceptable solution, except that all the bugs in the Metro Detroit area got the memo that I was outside, unguarded and tasty. Drat!
Go back inside. Now, not only am I tired, but I’m in problem-solving mode, which means that I will beat my head upside the issue until I get a reasonable (to me) resolution — or die trying.
All right. I have a window-unit air conditioner in the garage. I’ll just install that…right now…by myself.
Done. Now to plug it in — drat, again! I can’t find the adapter that converts my 2-prong receptacle to fit the 3-prong plug on the AC unit. Are you kidding me?
Okay, okay. I’ll drive up to Meijer’s (since Home Depot’s not open 24 hours) and buy another adapter. Whatever. I’m going to win and I’m going to have air conditioning tonight so I can finally go to bed.
Go to Meijer’s. Well, they are not Home Depot — let me tell ya. I find almost every conceivable electrical plug thing that I could possibly be looking for except the one that I need. Seriously? Come on, now. I even see if there’s ones that I could make work, or extension cords that would do the trick — nope. Drat x 3.
They *DO* have 3-prong receptacles. I *COULD* just rewire my bedroom at 1 am. So…. That’s what I’m about to do. Hopefully, I will be able to find the correct circuit breaker in the panel to tag out the outlet (my house is *not* wired logically when it comes to the circuit breakers, just so you know). And, since I don’t have a proper voltmeter or outlet tester (probably should have picked one up while I was at Meijer’s — they had one of *those*), I will be using my back-up method for determining if the outlet is “hot” — plugging in my little fan. If the fan turns off when I trip the circuit breaker, I’m assuming that means that the power is off. See what happens when a Nuke gets frustrated?
So, if I get electrocuted tonight, you all will know that it’s because I couldn’t wait the 7 hours or whatever it is until Home Depot opens up.
Reminds me of my first adventure with electrical sockets, as told to me by Mom:
I must have been about a year old or so. I found the electrical socket and thought that it would be a great idea to stick my finger in there. My mom watched me and wanted to teach me that sticking my fingers in electrical sockets is a bad thing, since I probably would come across another one in the future and she might not be watching me so close (plus, I’m the terror of child-proofing — apparently, I could defeat anything they tried, so they eventually gave up). So, as I was about to stick my finger in there, Mom smacked my hand. Apparently, I was irritated that she was thwarting my efforts, gave her a dirty look, and went to jab my finger into the socket again. She smacked me again. This cycle repeated, with me getting more and more angry at her, giving her increasingly dirty looks and trying harder to poke my finger in and her smacking my hand harder, trying to teach her stubborn daughter not to try and do this. My mom started to get upset, because she was having to keep smacking me and I was too focused on doing this that I wasn’t learning what she wanted me to learn (that sticking your fingers in electrical sockets was bad). Finally, I got so disgusted with her, that I gave up. And she had to explain to my dad why their baby had huge red welts on her hand.
She was so happy that my brother was a much more agreeable child. She smacked his hand once, he looked at her in surprise and hurt that she would smack him, burst into tears and never touched the outlet again. I think this was what she had hoped for with me. Sorry, Mom. 🙂
I’m going to go play with the socket now…. 🙂 Oh, yeah, and just to irritate me more…it just started raining. I mean pouring. So, I probably won’t even need the air conditioning in a few minutes. *sighs*
Update: Well, the screws holding the receptacle to the box were probably older than I am, so I tried again this morning.
Okay, so I got how to upload pictures to my Flickr account; and I got how to post blog entries; but I couldn’t find a way from the Flickr site to post pictures to the blog as I do from my desktop. I would imagine that I would mostly be keeping things separate, but I might occasionally want to post about a photo.
So, here I go again, trying more things to beat my electronics into doing my will. 🙂
Good thing I am a Nuke, trained for this frustration…. 🙂
Update: If you get a message where the photo should be saying that the picture is unavailable, don’t worry — I got that too. The problem being is that I just couldn’t let things be and I had to monkey with them. Since the photo that I uploaded was a vertical image, I went onto the Flickr site and rotated it, and wanted to see if it would auto-update the photo on the blog…. Maybe there’s just a time lag… We shall see…. Of course, this all just applies to the photos edited from a computer to rotate them. I haven’t yet figured out how to rotate things as I post them — to either site. So, you may have to tilt your head/monitor…. Sorry! 🙂
While I was safely tucked away at work in Ann Arbor, apparently a storm came through Troy — knocking out a lot of the power in the area, including mine. I just wanted to let you all know. It’s kinda nice, being able to still be connected, but I think I’m going to use this time not to play with my Crackberry, but to enjoy my candlelight dinner and read a good book, before taking my (hopefully not cold) shower and heading to bed. 🙂
This may say a lot about me. I am getting ready to go to bed, since I have to get up freakishly early in the morning (even for me, who normally sets the alarm for 4:30 am). I step out of my bedroom for a minute and happen to catch site of this…is it a bug? On the door.
Eyes get huge. What is the first thing I do?
Grab my camera.
That’s right, folks. I need a picture of this sucker. Because if it manages to kill me, at least someone will be able to download my picture and see the culprit.
I come back with the camera — and he’s gone! Aaaahhh! Monster bug on the loose!! Oh no! Oh no! Panic sets in.
Then, I see him running across the floor. Aaaaahhhhh! He’s faster than a cockroach — and *those* suckers can move! Finally, he ends up on the wall in the living room. I swap the camera for the Lysol/Windex. He’s too fast to risk having him on the loose where he might decide to eat me.
I squirt him repeatedly. He seems to not move for a little while. Oh, good. This stuff can kill cockroaches, but sometimes it takes a bit of time. THEN…. HE STARTS MOVING! Like a bad horror flick, the monster has come back to life — and just when you were beginning to catch your breath.
He runs again and for a moment I have lost him. Oh, no. Oh, no. In my head, I am screaming. I pull out the couch, trying to see if he escaped under there.
Finally, I catch up to him on the wall again. Thank You, Jesus, for Niki, who kept an eye on the Evil Bug and let me know where he was lurking. I am so glad that I bought new shoes recently, because I could grab my *old* shoe and crack the sucker with it. I may have dented the wall…but I wanted to make certain that the little beastie was dead.
So, now the bug guts are in the trash. I have been sanitized. And, the couch is back where it should be. And it’s time again for me to try and go to bed. I’m almost over my panic. Not quite, so don’t sneak up on me just yet.
Have a good night! And please pray for me that he doesn’t have any relatives!
What was that thing???
You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut
You’re a complex creature, and you’re guilty of complicating things for fun.
You’ve been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life…
Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.
To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.
I do beg to differ. After all, my favorite donut is a *plain* donut. The cake kind…I think they are called. Not raised, glazed, etc. The kind you can get at the cider mill with a crunchy outside and a soft inside. And, for variety, in the fall, I will pick up some pumpkin-flavored ones, but that’s about as exotic as my donuts get. No filling, no frosting, no powdered sugar.
Yet another reason why I love my Crackberry.
After much debate, I decided to go to OLGC for morning Mass this morning. Why was it a debate? Well, after being laid off from my job in Ann Arbor on Saturdays, I didn’t really have a good justification to spend the $12 in gas to get there and back. Surely, there had to be a church closer to home that offered Saturday Mass. There are a few, but I have never been to them before, and I really am apprehensive about going to places like that for the first time, alone. A couple of friends had offered to go with me, but we had not made plans the night before, and I didn’t want to wake them up this early if they hadn’t already planned on going.
Plus, this is the last weekend for Fr. Steve, before he heads off to Rome for vacation and then his reassignment to seminary. So, if I went, there was a possibility that I would be able to say “Hi” and “Have fun” before he left.
After all this debate, if I was going to go to OLGC (where Mass begins at 7:15 am — I don’t know why the 15 minutes, it used to be 7:30 am….), I was running late for getting on the road to head over. As I jumped into the car, I saw that I only barely had enough gas to make it there, but I figured that there was a gas station on the way between church and where I usually go to for coffee after Mass, so I should be okay.
I get to church, and it is not Fr. Steve, but Fr. John, so I asked Fr. John to give my card to Fr. Steve when he saw him. I forgot about my gas situation until after Mass. My car was telling me that I had about 8 miles until empty. Granted, this is never *actually* 8 full miles, but I thought that the gas station was only 2 miles away.
What I had thought was a gas station was, in fact, a bank. And, now, my car said that I had about 5 miles until empty, and I realized that I had no clue where the nearest gas station was. Oh, boy. But! I pulled out my little Crackberry and opened the GPS program and had it search for “GAS” from my current location. It found one 1.9 miles away and took me there. I could start to smell the your-tank-is-empty-and-you-are-literally-running-on-fumes smell from the car. This gas station I would have never found on my own in a million years (well, maybe a million, but not before my tank ran dry).
So, Thank You, Lord, for providing for me and looking after me (even when I am a stupid sheep and should have filled up on the way to Mass). And thanks for using my Crackberry to do so. That just makes me smile. 🙂 And, additionally, I am glad that Fr. John has GPS, too, so that he will not be in a situation where he needs something or needs help and doesn’t know where to go. 🙂 Thank You again, Lord, for looking after my people. 🙂
“In this regard Wojtyla notes that an experience of values that comes about through feelings must always be subordinated to the truth.” (61)
How true is this? Certainly, feelings can color our experiences to a great degree and even sway our preferences and our decisions. However, our feelings are fleeting and change based on a whole slew of factors, some of which are of no more weight than whether or not I’ve had something to eat in the past several hours. And that’s not a good basis for decision-making. Truth, if it is indeed truth, cannot change. One of my favorite arguments to bring up when people start complaining that this or that is “behind the times” in the Catholic church. For example, if it is wrong to kill children in the womb because their life is just as sacred as those people who have already been born, then it could not be the case that all of a sudden it becomes okay to kill them just because society has deemed this not just a tolerable thing, but actually a preference to the “imposition” of an unwanted pregnancy. So too with many other things do we have to really think about what it is that we are deciding and make choices based on what we know and not on what we feel.
“Feelings are intentionally directed to values, but to rely solely on feelings to lead means to surrender self-determination.” (65)
At the moment, this speaks to me as representative of taking the easy way out. It is always so much easier for me to make a decision or a choice based on some arbitrary value, rather than on any trait of actual substance. An example here would be choosing — oh, say a car — based on how cute it looks or what color it is, rather than on something more important like fuel economy. A lot of this, particularly for me is a combination of mental laziness, coupled with the sense that I am too busy to do the necessary research, or that the choice isn’t that big of a deal. It becomes very easy to fall into a pattern of non-thinking in this manner, and have it extend into all aspects of my life, so that I’m not even making informed, carefully thought out decisions at the voting polls or in my day-to-day interactions with other people.
“In their proper place feelings greatly enrich the human person.” (65)
Not to say that feelings are not important! When rooted in an environment of truth, feelings enhance our experiences and help us to communicate and have empathy with others. They can help knit us together as the Body of Christ in our compassion and understanding.