I'm still here!
We have been sick here. Actually, I have been sick here, so nothing has been getting done around the house. Plus, my MBA husband has been preparing the taxes so I have been banished from the computer. My apologies.
Tonight was my first night working as a "behavior specialist." Don't laugh. I'm a specialist, really. In behavior. Like, of kids. Just not my kids, OK?
See, I have this MSW and now that I'm a SAHM, I'm making extra money working as a behavior specialist for kids with mental health problems. I'll let you know how it goes.
I really hope nobody gets here by googling "behavior specialist," but if I keep saying it, I'm just making it worse, aren't I? I'll stop now.
I was thinking, the other day while watching the pope being carried by some guys in tuxedos (how does one qualify as a pallbearer for the Pope, I ask you??), that I'm surprisingly glad that priests cannot marry. Who knew? But it was the first memorial service (yes, I know, the burial isn't until Friday but close enough) that the focus was not on a grieving widow or a toddler giving a salute on his birthday. Instead, the focus was on the holy figure of Pope John Paul II. Boy, I was definitely brought up Catholic because I was grooving the whole Gregorian Chant and Pomp and Circumstance thing. I think that the solemnity and holiness would be tarnished by a grieving family. Instead, the Catholic community is the grieving family, and I think that's how it should be.
Now, my husband thinks that priests should marry and that there just wouldn't be a married pope for a long time, and that's OK. He scoffed at the notion that priests would go into the service of God aspiring to be pope someday, but I think that why on earth would you want to be a priest if you didn't think that you could be pope someday? Or a bishop? Or cardinal? That's just silly. If you can be a priest, and be a holy servant to the Lord, than you should be able to be pope. Plus, I don't think marriage of priests has anything to do with sexual abuse in the church. Some pedophiles are married, after all. So let them actually be celibate, I'm cool with that.
But that's just me.
There has been no celibacy here, despite my being sick, and I've been enjoying that too. TMI, I'm sure, but what the fuck, it's my blog.
Hey, am I giddy because I just earned some actual money? Or because someone thinks I'm a specialist?
Caught me. I said I'd stop doing that.
I saw this really cool link thing regarding Adagio Teas, but that will give me a topic for another day. Suffice it to say that I love tea even more than Starbucks Caramel Macchiatos.
But for now, I must wallow in the fact that I am out of one point fudge bars (Twenty Point Playgroup was today, people!) and regroup for tomorrow's follow-up with Riley's pediatric urologist. I've had to tell Riley that we're going back so that the doctor can look at his penis and see what a good job he did, but that there will be no more cutting. He keeps repeating this to me as if to make sure that I'm not lying to him.
No more cutting baby, I promise. Doctors just like to gloat in their handiwork.
Tonight was my first night working as a "behavior specialist." Don't laugh. I'm a specialist, really. In behavior. Like, of kids. Just not my kids, OK?
See, I have this MSW and now that I'm a SAHM, I'm making extra money working as a behavior specialist for kids with mental health problems. I'll let you know how it goes.
I really hope nobody gets here by googling "behavior specialist," but if I keep saying it, I'm just making it worse, aren't I? I'll stop now.
I was thinking, the other day while watching the pope being carried by some guys in tuxedos (how does one qualify as a pallbearer for the Pope, I ask you??), that I'm surprisingly glad that priests cannot marry. Who knew? But it was the first memorial service (yes, I know, the burial isn't until Friday but close enough) that the focus was not on a grieving widow or a toddler giving a salute on his birthday. Instead, the focus was on the holy figure of Pope John Paul II. Boy, I was definitely brought up Catholic because I was grooving the whole Gregorian Chant and Pomp and Circumstance thing. I think that the solemnity and holiness would be tarnished by a grieving family. Instead, the Catholic community is the grieving family, and I think that's how it should be.
Now, my husband thinks that priests should marry and that there just wouldn't be a married pope for a long time, and that's OK. He scoffed at the notion that priests would go into the service of God aspiring to be pope someday, but I think that why on earth would you want to be a priest if you didn't think that you could be pope someday? Or a bishop? Or cardinal? That's just silly. If you can be a priest, and be a holy servant to the Lord, than you should be able to be pope. Plus, I don't think marriage of priests has anything to do with sexual abuse in the church. Some pedophiles are married, after all. So let them actually be celibate, I'm cool with that.
But that's just me.
There has been no celibacy here, despite my being sick, and I've been enjoying that too. TMI, I'm sure, but what the fuck, it's my blog.
Hey, am I giddy because I just earned some actual money? Or because someone thinks I'm a specialist?
Caught me. I said I'd stop doing that.
I saw this really cool link thing regarding Adagio Teas, but that will give me a topic for another day. Suffice it to say that I love tea even more than Starbucks Caramel Macchiatos.
But for now, I must wallow in the fact that I am out of one point fudge bars (Twenty Point Playgroup was today, people!) and regroup for tomorrow's follow-up with Riley's pediatric urologist. I've had to tell Riley that we're going back so that the doctor can look at his penis and see what a good job he did, but that there will be no more cutting. He keeps repeating this to me as if to make sure that I'm not lying to him.
No more cutting baby, I promise. Doctors just like to gloat in their handiwork.
posted by Stolidoli at 9:37 PM
3 Comments:
Good post. I also have been MIA for a while, and don't see myself having any time to catch up anytime soon.
I agree about having been raised Catholic- I was fascinated just watching the procession the other night. My husband was laughing because the chanting they were doing was basically naming every single saint there ever was- like 500 plus, right?
Interesting perspective on the marrying thing. I guess I care less about that than having women priests. If they both weren't allowed to marry, then it would equal, right? Anyway, not that that will happen in my lifetime.
There you are!!! Welcome back!!!
I am not Catholic yet I have been following his death closely. It is the first news story I remember growing up, his becoming Pope. I find him fascinating.
Congrats on the gig!! I may break out the ole' shingle myself again. We'll see. Actually I'm thinking of some per diem work for a crisis unit. Good luck!!
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