Monday, March 24, 2008

Sunday Summit over

Sunday we went to The Family house for dinner. And I should have said something, but I didn't because religion is a touchy subject, but there was no grace said. It was Easter, and we didn't pray over our special meal. They just tucked in and ate away, discussing life. So I said my own private prayer, and realized that my attitude toward religion is changing. I've always told my uncles that I believed that Religion is important to the young, the very old, the infirm-- those who need it. I just comment on the fact that in our current society, in the US, most religious people (and I'm really only speaking of catholics, from my experience) need religion. When we are happy, content, and hopeful, as a society, we let go of religion. That's not to say that spirituality is lost, I mean organized religion-- sunday school, parochial school, potluck dinners, seder dinners, walks of faith, retreats, sunday services, etc.

Anyways, it was odd to me that we didn't pray because its so important to J's mom we have a minister from her faith at our wedding. We actually talked about it over dinner. Apparently I have to find out how the honorarium is given to the minister. I'm catholic, and for the past 8 years of my life (before I moved down south) I only interacted with Jesuits, who are not allowed any real possessions. So when my friends/family got married, you honored the priest with a little envelope of cash--- no donation to an altar guild, or flowers for the church, etc. It was easy.

I'm not used to dealing with ministers who actually make money, and have families. oy.

We also discussed the invitations, and got that kinda settled. Apparently, there's an entire wing of the family J doesn't know, and we didn't count them in for invites...... have to do a recount now. Gee, if I'd gotten a list of names from her LAST YEAR then I would know!

But overall, I'm happy with what we decided with all the various invites.
finally.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Dream-mare

I woke up this morning after a wierd dream combination of "Who's the Boss,""King Ralph," and paper accordion wedding bell decorations. I can definitely tell that I'm getting more sleep, since the dreaming is on again, but perhaps I should try to limit the tv I watch before bed?

Anyway, since my last post, J has gotten an amazing promotion to manager. His current struggles include convincing a restaurateur that he doesn't know how to run a restuarant, and should follow the edicts J puts forth. He's nice about it, and only tells him little things at a time, but still.......

It's a really good steakhouse downtown, the spawn of two really good burger joints in town. It is owned by a meat-and-potatoes guy. THERE ARE NO VEGETABLES. And grilled tomatoes, while they are good, are fruit. You can get really good potatoes done 9,000 ways, but there's no broccoli or beans or such. There are salads, but the owner just hasn't comprehended the value of green yet.

Once I've deemed it good enough, then I'll tell my friends to eat there. UNLESS you go for lunch. Lunch is a standard fare-- better than Chicken Oil though.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Go Vote.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Because I was reading Rhetorical Situation

I just think its funny to point out that I, at one point, lived in a place that was renamed Obamaha, for just a short time. And I have vacationed in the Obahamas.

And my lovely uncles in Big Town South of Here voted for a woman recently, and went to an impromptu speech by her Husband. Then they wrote a poignant email that ended with something like--- They shook hands with Husband, the hands that touched Monica. And now Uncle 2 hasn't washed his hands yet.


And someone, one of their friends, who got the email, thought it would be funny to forward it to their friend who is head honcho of the Woman's campaign, to share it with her.....

Minus the monica thing.

I think it's funny. Six Degrees of Separation is a wild wild game in Email-world!