Archive for April 21, 2009

… I was raised Catholic.

Italian-Catholic.. and believe me, there IS a difference!

I did the whole Catholic school thing from nursery school to high school graduation.. had the nuns.. the Monte Carlo nights.. the rites.. the passages..

Everything but the Bible, come to think of it!

NOTE: You’re not encouraged to read the bible when you’re a Catholic. If you did, the lid would blow higher then the DaVinci Code.

Anyway.. it’s funny the things that stick with you. Things that are subconsciencely ingrained in the psyche.

I was always taught to questions things and Catholism was always a target. Many times I was sent to the principle’s office in grade school for asking a religious instructor WHY.

Why is St. Joseph a Saint? He didn’t really do anything.. not like the Vatican says you have to do to be a Saint.

Can God create a boulder so big that he can’t lift it?

You know.. the kinds of things that can only come from the mouth of a child.

I was consistantly told that I had to rely on my faith to satisfy my curiosity. But that didn’t wash. To me, that sounded like a cop-out.

I like answers. I like difinitive. I like certainty.. and so I was branded a demon and beat severly with a metal ruler. Well.. the first one is an exaggeration. I only wish the second one was!! LOL

Chief was raised and still is a Pentacostal Christian. Now, I visited alot of different churches in a lot of different denominations.. Baptist, Lutheran but I never messed with the Pentacostals. All that talking in tongues and flaling around on the floor gave me the heebee jeebees. He would laugh at me and explain things and we’d have long, deep conversations regarding different things.

Chief’s a smart guy. Having read the Bible 13 times, he can quote scripture and speak empassionatley. You could say he’s my very own Joel Osteen!

Down the street from our house there is a Pentacostal Church that was started by his grandmother on her front porch. It’s a big church. Not like, 6 Flags Over Jesus or anything but it’s come along way from it’s humble beginnings.

I always teased him about it whenever we drove by :: which is like 6 or 8 times a day :: saying “Hey babe.. isn’t that the church your grandmother started on her front porch?” He’d grumble and I’d laugh.

So one day about a year ago, he said he wanted to take me there but to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE not mention our last name. I asked him why and he said, “Trust me on this one”.

He had this pleading look that I had never seen before.. we joke around alot but this time I could tell he was serious and even though I was busting to say it, I didn’t.

We were greeted by oh.. I don’t know.. EVERYBODY when we went in. Great to see you!! Do you live nearby or are you just passing through?? I’m so-an-so and this is my wife and these are my children and this is my neighbor’s aunt’s sister’s husband’s niece’s grandfather!

Chief held my hand tight and shook hands with everyone and thanked everyone.

Me? Oh.. I had my spider senses out for Kool Aid!

We went in to the.. what? Chapel? Service Center? Altar space? and took a seat near the back.

Someone pointed us out to the preacher and he came over and introduced himself… giving both his first and last name.

Instinctively, Chief did the same and as soon as our last name past his lips I could see the look of horror on his face. OHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO!!!

The Pastor’s face lit up like a Christmas tree? Oh? THAT’S your last name? Do you know the founder of this church has the same last name????

THAT’S HIS GRANDMOTHER I said alot louder and with more excitement then I really intended.


I cut my eyes at Chief and I swear, if he could have he would have grown hair. Fortunately, all I had to do is witness his whole head turning beat read and steam pulse out of his ears like a cartoon character.

The pastor was literally giddy! “Sweet Jesus!” he said, “The Lord is indeed good” and then he turned to somebody else and said “Hey, this couple here are [last name]. He’s the grandson of [granny’s name]”

Then this dude jumps up and rushes over and all of a sudden there’s this buzz that you can feel vibrating through the church .. There’s a [last name] here! There’s a [last name] here!

All these people started coming over and shaking our hand and wanted to ask questions and introduce themselves. I looked at Chief :: who does not like any attention whatsover :: and said, “.. is this where angels sing, the throne comes up from the floor and you’re crowned?”

This was the reason, he explained, why he didn’t want his last name known.

I was getting a kick out of the attention, primarily because Chief was so uncomfortable but before long, the service started and I have to say that I really did enjoy it.

It was long.. but there was alot of singing, a great sermon that was timely, more singing and NO KNEELING!!

There was a woman who “had the spirit” and that was alittle like watching a train wreck because it was so foreign to me but other then that, I came away with something in my heart .. something that made me feel as though I needed to be more Christ-like.

And after all.. isn’t that what it’s all about?

…Sorry, but I have to weigh in on the whole Perez Hilton / Miss California debacle.

In case you have far more better things to do in life then pay attention to dribble, I’ll clue you in.

Perez Hilton, the self proclaimed “Queen Of All Media”… proudly gay.. and basically has become famous for writing a blog of celebrity gossip.

I’ll admit, I read his blog. It really doesn’t contain exclusive information :: you can find the same information on a variety of other sights :: but his posts are short and it’s fluff reading when there’s not time to actually devote brain cells to anything written.

But I’ll give him props… he took something that didn’t really require any skill or talent and is making a fortune off of it

NOTE: Heather Armstrong of actually accomplished the same notoriety as Perez but only a WHOLE HELL of a lot better. And even though Heather just released a book and pops up tv every once in a while, I’ve been reading her for years and would recommend her blog. She’s just a chick I’d really love to hang with.


So Perez Hilton was one of the judges for the Miss USA crown. Now really.. gay man? beauty pageant? Am I the only one that sees the irony of it?


When it is Miss California’s turn to answer the required question from the judges, Perez Hilton asks her is she agrees with Proposition 8 and WHY or WHY NOT (that’s important)

So Miss Cali says that she doesn’t believe in same sex marriage. People boo.. she apologies but she doesn’t agree with it.

Of course, she didn’t win the crown AND o f course Donald Trump (who owns the pageant) couldn’t resist stirring the pot by saying that he thinks her remark cost her the crown.

There’s been alot of discussion on the talk radio program that I listen to on the drive to work about how insane it is that these woman are even asked questions about the economy, bail outs, Hilary Clinton, etc. That they should just go back to the pageants of years ago and be judged on how pretty they are and how good they look in a bathing suit.

I don’t agree with that. That school of thought is antiquated and degrading.

My concern on a grander scale is why are people :: and not just Miss California :: suffering for their opinions?

The question, as posed, ended with WHY or WHY NOT. She does agree with same sex marriage. So freakin’ what! That’s HER opinion. She was asked and she gave it and she was possibly punished for it?

The fact that it was an openly gay man who championed Prop 8 seems as though it was a set up. Unless you said, OH YES, I ABSOLUTELY AGREE then you were destinted to be a runner up.

What’s more important? Giving up your principles and core beliefs to gain ground on something or holding onto your principle and core beliefs knowing that you can lay your head down at night and sleep in peace.

I’m not the type of person that conforms. I will tell you right now that I don’t believe in same sex marriage. How I feel about homosexuality is a different story.

In fact, I’m not even going to go into my theories and beliefs because that’s fodder for another post!

The thing I’m saying is… in the world of political correctness, having an opinion that isn’t popular is a detrement.

And really, in fact, it would seem like major sour grapes on Perez’ part because after all … because apparently the populace of California does not WANT same sex marriage. It keeps coming up and voted down.

Accept it, ok?


Posted: April 21, 2009 in Thinking
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Can one eat warm yogurt with strawberries and granola WITHOUT getting the stomach bubbles???


.. and believe me.. it’s not a very big handbag AT ALL!!


  • Keys
  • Electric Bill (this month)
  • Electric Bill (last month)
  • Letter from the Youth Group addressed to Spaz
  • Battery Charger for my digital camera
  • Receipt that is for the store
  • Check Book
  • Post It Pad
  • Wallet
  • Dentyne Spearmint Gum
  • Receipt for roller blandes
  • Extra pair of glasses
  • Gas receipt
  • Part of a geneology chart for my grandmother and siblings
  • Rough draft of a post
  • Digital Camera instruction booklet and warrenty
  • Paycheck stub
  • Accountant’s business card
  • Another paycheck stub
  • Rachet screwdriver with interchangable heads
  • USB cord
  • Grocery list
  • Receipts for easter flowers
  • Attorney Business Card
  • ATM receipts
  • My ATM Card
  • Cheif’s ATM Card
  • Store’s ATM Card
  • Whistle
  • More keys
  • 14 pens
  • 2 pencils
  • 3 lighters
  • Unopenned pack of Hall’s
  • Caramex lip balm
  • Empty plastic memory card holder
  • Bottle cap
  • 13 paint chips in different hues
  • 2 quarters
  • 1 nickle
  • 1 penny
  • 1 paperclip


Posted: April 21, 2009 in Thinking
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Cherry Jolly Ranchers are evil