Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Happy St. Patty's

What's Irish and left on the lawn all summer?

Paddy O'Furniture!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day, Y'all!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Another Proud Moment (Can you guess who it's about?)

There are moments in every child’s life when a parent, or a grandparent, can glimpse the adult that the child will become. I watch my grandson grow up, moment by moment, and I am blessed in this. He has a good heart, this boy, although, as his doctor says, he is a very normal 9 year old little boy.

Last year, when
Maggie May had to be destroyed, he was a man.

Today, he was also a man, in a much less heartbreaking way.

In our church, during the Offertory, while the collection is being taken, the smaller children take their donations up to the altar themselves. They place their money in the basket and then Father hands them a little sermonette, mostly I think to keep them occupied during the Consecration. This has always been one of Moose’s favorite parts of Mass.

We were talking last week, he and I, about getting older and the duties and responsibilities this entails. He is currently in Sacraments class and will be making his Baptism, First Communion, and Confirmation the first week of May. I told him that after he made his Sacraments, he would no longer be a small child but would be an adult member of the Church.

I am never quite sure if he listens to me when I speak or if, in his mind, I sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher. You know, like this:

Then, this morning, when the Offertory came along, Moose’s mom handed him her collection money and whispered to him that she didn’t have any little money for him to take up. We usually give him a dollar. I overheard and fished a dollar out of my pocket and handed it to him. He handed it back to me and said, “No thanks, Grandma”. He stayed in his seat and, as the man of his family, put the donation in the basket.

He made me cry, he did. I only hope that most of the tears he causes me are as grateful and happy and proud as these were.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Abby's Mall

I love words. My daughter loves words. Her son loves words. We are also all sarcastic sons of guns and take great delight in other folks’ faux pas.

One of our local newscasters, several months ago, mentioned a HOOGE range fire. I love me a HOOGE anything and a new family favorite word was stolen. We had HOOGE problems, HOOGE fun, and HOOGE hips (trust me, these are genetic). We thought HOOGE was pretty much the hugest thing going.


I was watching the local news a couple of weeks ago and they were discussing the situation at the county jail in the neighboring state. There have been several escapes recently, deputies fired for selling contraband, and other various and sundry problems. The newscaster said the situation was pretty much just Abby’s Mall.

Abby’s Mall? Oh yeah, abysmal.

I love Abby’s Mall. Now whenever anything odd strikes my fancy, like when we saw the donation jar for the lady with kidney problems who is dying and wants help with her funral (sic) expenses, I just open a new store in Abby’s Mall.

Retail may be suffering in this country right now but, trust me, Abby’s Mall is healthy and thriving.
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