Monthly Archives: November 2008

Veteran’s Day

Today is a day where I gleefully run around reminding people to get me presents in honor of my service in the Navy.  A little tongue-in-cheek, perhaps, because I don’t really expect presents, but I am excited that those of us who serve or have served in the military are recognized, at least to some degree by the general populace.

I don’t really think that it is possible to return to being a “civilian” after you have served.  It changes you, in a fundamental way.  Whether your tour of duty was long or short, you answered “Yes” to the call.  When you signed those (many, many) documents, you agreed to having some Amendment rights taken away, to the possibility of being called into battle on behalf of your country whether or not you agreed with the battle in question, to taking lives if necessary, and of giving your own life if necessary. 

These are not small promises.

There is a special bond, a fraternal community, built within the ranks of the military.  There are disagreements, rivalries, and people you just cannot stand; but that man or woman next to you, or across the oceans, is your brother or sister, and you know that when the time comes, they will have your back, just as you would have theirs.

Service.  This is not just a word.  This is a part of who we are.  Just as baptism makes us new creations, in a way, the military also transforms us in this service.  Not to say that I haven’t met my share of men and women who complain, whine and try to get out of work.  Certainly, there is that, too.  But, there is a spirit of self-giving, of acknowledgement of our commitment to offering ourselves as sacrifice, even if we are never asked to do this, which colors our life.

As we are all called to be a sincere gift of self for others and to love our God and our neighbor, I have seen within the ranks of the military a great example of this — a real pouring out of one’s talents, time, blood, sweat, tears, and resources for the good of others, even others we do not know or will never get a chance to meet.

I was not Catholic when I entered the Navy.  I was raised atheist.  But if you, today, look at my dog tags, they say on them “RC” for Roman Catholic, because when they asked me on the day that I in-processed at Boot Camp how I wanted to be buried if I died in service, that was my choice.  I have to see now that God was with me every moment of my life, whether I realized it or not.  And I am very thankful that He gave me this experience.

I think it is great that the saint we honor in today’s liturgy is St. Martin of Tours, who was a soldier before becoming a priest.  From the Magnificat, there are a bunch of things which spoke to my heart this day:

“In Saint Martin, you exchanged military weapons for the weapons of the Gospel:  — in all those who have died in military service, exchange suffering and death for life.”

Portion of Psalm 144:
“Blessed be the Lord, my rock
who trains my arms for battle,
who prepares my hands for war.”

Ephesians 6:12-13
“Our struggle is not with flesh and blood but with the principalities, with the powers, with the world rulers of this present darkness, with the evil spirits in the heavens. Therefore, put on the armor of God, that you may be able to resist on the evil day and, having done everything, to hold your ground.”

May God bless all my fellow military members, keeping them safe and well and in His loving embrace.  And to all my friends from the Navy, and other branches of service — I love you guys!

In fond remembrance of René LaMorte, USN, called home to God after a 6 month deployment on the USS Eisenhower. We love you, Néné!

…of the Day

I didn’t take the picture today, but I did upload it to my Flickr today; and it just made me grin. 🙂

Matthew 8:28-34
Could the demoniacs be a type or foreshadowing of Judas, in that when their badness is confronted by Christ, they choose to leave His presence and effect their own self-destruction?

Book Review:
“Church Fathers” by Pope Benedict XVI — I loved this! I just got it a couple of days ago, and despite my perpetual busyness, I have already finished! As always, the Pope write clearly, and in a very engaging manner. The book consists of a series of Wednesday audiences (not unlike Pope John Paul II’s Theology of the Body talks), each dedicated to a particular church father. He really is able to make them come alive for me and gives me a desire to read their works and dive deeper into the faith, which is revealed as the true faith which has always been held. I came away from the book with a greater sense and realization of the truth and catholicity of our faith and a hunger for further knowledge. Obviously, I highly recommend it — particularly to those who want an overview of the church fathers before making a decision as to who to read first! 🙂 After reading this book, you won’t think of them (as I kind of did) as anonymous, old men who died a long time ago and don’t have anything to say to me, now. Ha! As the Pope mentions for almost every Father, their advice is always “timely,” especially in the culture of our day, today.

Lord, I am not worthy of you, but only say the word and I shall be healed in heart, mind and body. Please give me understanding, strength and desire to conform my will to yours. Amen.

“Call me a crazy lady…one more time….” from Hancock, seen with Terry this weekend.

Movie Review:
Hancock — I thought at first that this was simply going to be another “comic book” movie. I was wrong. Either that or there’s more to comic book stories than I generally get from them. This particular movie I quite enjoyed. Outside of the profanity (which, really, just made me giggle), it was a story of the redemption of man. It took the main character from his sinful, slovenly, selfish ways and transformed him into a man who truly cared for his neighbor and sacrificed on behalf of others. It highlighted the importance of family ties, working for the good of the poor and needy, and of being a good example. It was also a great portrayal of the quote, “To whom much is given, much will be expected.” It was emotionally well-crafted, and you had real empathy for all the characters. The acting I respected. Of course, I’m always a fan of Will Smith, too, so that helped. 🙂 The ending of the film was a little unexpected, but completely fit and was very well done. It would be a great movie to watch again, knowing the ending now to see what foreshadowing there is, because I know that there is a bunch. I could probably keep going on about this movie and the deep meaning that I got from it, but for now I will just encourage you to go out and see it, if you have not done so already. 🙂

I have (finally) posted ALL of my World Youth Day photos!!! Whoo-hoo! Be sure to check out all 2,665 images and videos here.

For your viewing pleasure…


Originally uploaded by CadyLy

I have posted about 600 more photos from our World Youth Day pilgrimage to Australia on my Flickr account.

Since I have determined that my monitor is not displaying correctly, these are all uncorrected, so sorry if they are too light or too dark or the wrong color — I wouldn’t normally post them like that.

The upside is that since I am not correcting them, I will be able to post them like crazy!! So, soon I will have ALL of my photos from the trip up on the site for you to look at! 🙂

One biiiiiiillion photos! 🙂 Aren’t you excited? 🙂

This particular one is one of my favorites. We woke up before dawn to walk down to the Sydney Harbour Bridge to watch the rising of the sun over the harbour.

Church Fathers by Pope Benedict XVI

Yes!!! It finally arrived!

One guess as to what I will be devouring this evening. Heeheehee.

I am particularly eager to hear what the Pope has to say about St. Augustine, because as you all know (because I haven’t been very quiet about it), I have been having some difficulties with some of his writing. A lot I found to be very good and helpful. I even found one book that had a different translation than mine, which helped to give more meaning (to me anyway) of what he wrote. (In the same way that Psalm 102 made MUCH more of an impact on me when I read it in the RSV, as opposed to the NAB.)

Reflection for the Day

“If you were going to die tomorrow and had only one phone call to make, whom would you call? What would you say?

Would you start talking about your sadness, or would you be grateful for all the gifts you received in life?”
— From “Uplifting Thoughts for Every Day

I would have thought that this would be a hard question for me to answer.  But, surprisingly, it wasn’t.  I would call one of the people that I really feel that God has specifically given to me.  I can only hope that I would not make the phone call about my fears or sadness or anything like that.  I would hope that I would be able in that phone call to be able to express to the person how much he or she is loved by me, and how I am always praying for him or her, and how I will continue to do so.

Okay, Randomness for the Day

There Are 0 Gaps in Your Knowledge

Where you have gaps in your knowledge:

No Gaps!

Where you don’t have gaps in your knowledge:


The Castle Personality Test

You have no problem diving into new experiences. You’re so brave that you don’t even notice how courageous you are.

You don’t spend a lot of time thinking about how people see you. You’re kind of scared to know what they think.

You are a very romantic person. You can’t help but see the world as it should be.

Right now, stress occasionally makes you feel trapped in your life. You usually have a clear perspective on things though!

Overall, your life is very peaceful – if not a little solitary. Much of what goes on goes on in your head.

You aren’t optimistic about the future. You worry about what will happen to the world and if we’ll be able to clean up the messes we’ve made.

Just in Case You Needed a Suggestion…

I know all of you are agonizing what to get me for Veteran’s Day.  I thought that I would give a suggestion, so you won’t have to wander the store for hours in indecision.  🙂

A new monitor for my computer.  I find myself stuck.  I want to post the rest of my World Youth Day photos, but I need to color correct the majority of them.  However, my current — and really old — CRT monitor is already cranked up to 100% brightness and 100% contrast, and it still shows everything as really dark.  So when I go to correct my photos at home, any person looking at them on another computer gets blinded and wonders why this girl always takes high-key, blown out pics.  And I am so anal, that this really disturbs me.  So, I don’t want to correct while it is all messed up.  Yet, alas, I do not have the funds to get a new monitor right now.  You see my dilemma.

Just in case you needed a Veteran’s Day present suggestion….  A new LCD monitor would be great.  🙂

Go Navy!!

Reluctant Meme

I’m not really sure if I should be posting about what kind of *dog* I am, but here we go anyway:


You Are a Labrador Retriever

You are very optimistic. You approach life with enthusiasm and vigor.

You aim to please, and you are a very quick learner.You can be a bit rowdy and unruly, especially when you don’t get enough exercise.

While you are a bit wild, you’re never dangerous. You are a truly gentle creature.

H/T to Kevin.

All Souls Day

My brother called me a day or so ago and expressed an interest in going to Mass with me and then visiting our paternal grandfather’s grave. I hadn’t been there since his funeral in 2000, and I don’t think my brother had either, but I was glad to share this with him today.

He didn’t end up going to Mass with me, but I headed out to the cemetery after lunching with some friends. I had to call my mom to find out what part of the cemetery the grave was, and eventually found it. It had become a little overgrown with grass and weeds:
So, I cleared it off:
It was near the memorial of The Lord’s Supper:
The Lord's Supper -- DSCN5127
Which had some great marble work, an example of which is this photo of the detail of Our Lord:
Jesus Detail #3 -- DSCN5143
Then, my brother arrived, and he brought a flower:
We sat and prayed and remembered our Grandaddy, and told him that we loved him and we missed him. I think it was a hard, sad thing for my brother. But I was filled with peace and joy. I felt comforted, knowing that he was in the hands of God.
Here’s a close-up of his pretty rose, with The Lord’s Supper in the background:
A Rose at The Lord's Supper -- DSCN5156
After some time, we left, but as I was leaving, I felt compelled to go inside the chapel. There was a service going on, which I did not attend, but instead wandered around looking at things. I was, as a nuke, delighted to find these signs all over the building:
Nuclear Fallout Shelter -- DSCN5167
and was quite taken by some of the stained glass windows:
Blessed Virgin Mary -- DSCN5195

Before I left, I came upon a woman, who was visiting her mother who had passed nearly two years ago.  I shared my faith with her, and I can only pray that it brought her some consolation and the same sense of peace and joy that I have found in Him.

Wisdom 1:13-14a, 15 [from Office for the Dead]
God did not make death,
nor does he rejoice in the destruction of the living.
For he fashioned all things that they might have being;
for justice is undying.

Dear Diary,

Tuesday, Jan. 2, 1990
Today Me and Clint were playing chess he quit after 2 games 1st a draw 2nd he won. Afterwords I played by myself. Mom said you have to put it away when your done. When I finished I put it in it’s box and went in Clints room and set it on his desk. He said put it all the way away, I’m not going to do it. I said No I cleaned it up its in your bedroom and I’m done. I walked out and banged my right ankle against the space heater near the bathroom, went into the living room where Dad said whats going on we went back to Clints room where I explained what I’d done and shouldn’t he put it away because I didn’t know where it should go and also because I didnt take it out. Dad took me in the hallway and told me to work on my attitude after I huffily said Okay where does it go and put it there. He said no one like a person with an “I’m better” attitude and left. I didn’t have an I’m better attitude and just went to my room and started writing. Its now 12:52 pm.

Sunday, Jan. 7, 1990
Tomorrow I’m starting a paper route of 37 customers. I’m taking over for Eva Kasmarack, 14 years old. We collect every 2 weeks and make about $36 a week. I’ll try to keep you posted.

Thursday, Jan. 11, 1990
I LOVE Aaron, Mom doesn’t know quite how much I do though. She just knows that I like him that sort of true, I’m heads over heels in LOVE with the sandy-haired blue-eyed 12 yr. old 7th grader.
[Which, of course, was the beginning of a life-long attraction to sandy-haired, blue-eyed boys….] He’s in 3 of my classes 2nd, 5th, 7th Hr. I sit kitty corner to him in Math 5th Hr with Mr. Koehn. [Insert diagram here of seating arrangements]
Mr. Mason In Science 2nd Hr [Insert diagram here of seating arrangements]
7th Hr. L.A. Mrs. Milton [Insert diagram here of seating arrangements. Also of note, is the fact that I met up with Mrs. Milton again when I was going through RCIA a year and a half ago to enter the Catholic church…. 🙂 Small world….]
I even wrote a story about us [Oh boy] using the names Aaron Debrowski and Hart Freshwater in which in 5th Hr. Hart faints and Aaron gets concerned and everyone finds out. Later they go together, wouldn’t that be cool if it did happen. I wish it did. [Obviously, I’m a foolish romantic in need of saving….] I wish so much that we would go together. I probably would be very happy if that happened. Please…
Last year I had Aaron in 4 of my classes 1,4,5, + 6th Hr.

Wednesday, Jan. 17, 1990

[…obviously distracted.]

Sunday, Jan. 28, 1990
I’m scared, somethings happening to dad he even had to wear a heart monitor, we don’t know what it is yet, I hope it’s not serious.
Grandma’s going too her eyesight is getting extremely bad and everyone knows it’s from her diabetes. She eats sweets all the time, She’s going to kill herself.
My Grandma Barnard died (from cancer) before I was born or maybe I just don’t remember, my parents only talk about her when I ask questions.
[Actually, before my parents were married.]
Memere (memay) is slowly losing it mentally, [Obviously, I’m the Queen of Tact at this age.] the way Uncle Jerry keeps a tab on her medicine she might die in a year or so, probably not but what do I know she’s 83 something (Alzheimer’s disease). [I loved my Memere. It sounds harsh, but I was trying to document things as I saw it.]
Pepere [Okay, I had no clue how to spell this.] (pepay) died of diabetes like Grandma’s going to. He made it to see me when I was 1 week old. I smiled at him. [What a morbid little entry, Little Me!]