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Seven Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 10)

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Special intention list for the weekend:
For those who suffer from allergies of all kinds… may your hay fever never be confused as a cold so no one will shake hands with you during the sign of peace. šŸ™‚

For marriage and the sanctity of life in the United States

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We had a big discussion at work today about how to make my job just the tiniest bit less stressful.
I hope some things change here.

When we’re putting together the paper on Tuesdays, I get so frustrated because I am doing everything.
Our managing editor lays out the pages. After he prints them, I read them (one of three reads). After they get three reads, I “send” them over for production. After I send them, I post EVERY article online with EVERY photo.

It’s a lot of work.
It’s a lot of stuff passing over my desk going in eight million directions at once.

Add on to that I got hit with hay fever hard this week and I still write some of my articles on Tuesday mornings.

This next week, I’ll have someone else shadowing me to see how the online stuff works and then she’ll be taking over that part.
That, I hope, will relieve some of the stress and frustration.

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It’s been raining since Monday morning.
I’m glad because we had drought conditions all last year and we really didn’t get that much snow, though it seemed like we did.
This rain is a big catch up for our farms and fields and trees. Which is great.

But it’s rainy and cold and wet and not sunny.
I feel like I’m in a Dr. Seuss book.

I wanted to wear a skirt this week. Not happening. I can only hope that I’ll see the sun again someday….

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Hopefully while I’m in Arizona next week!

Yay, I can’t wait to go. Arizona. Imagine.
I’ve never been. It’ll be good.

We’re also heading to San Diego, so I’ll see that as well.
Grand Canyon. Star gazing. All of it.

We’re flying. It’s kind of a trip from Wisconsin out there.

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I was in adoration yesterday, talking to my guardian angel.
I feel like the more I talk to him/her, the more it feels right to do so.

I hope he/she’s listening.
Otherwise that would just be weird šŸ˜‰

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I have this weekend off and I plan to do nothing except a little warm weather shopping for the Arizona trip and some cooking.

I made cookie bars on Wednesday because I wanted something sweet for my hay fever. I burnt them.
Not too badly, but enough that I didn’t eat the whole pan at once.

Which, in the end, is a good thing.

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I used to iron my sheets. Have you ever done that?
It’s nice to have the edges all smoothed out. Crisp.
I plan to do that when I change the sheets this weekend.

I have a few shirts that need a hot iron, too.

I never used to iron my clothes. I didn’t care.
Now, I care. And I don’t really like wearing jeans to work. I like dressing up.

I like doing my hair nicely and sometimes wearing make up (which I’ll do again when it stops raining).
I read a blog post somewhere some time that us girls, we can do that. We can look nice.
We can look nice and still be modest.

We don’t have to be super frilly or bouncy to be beautiful, and we don’t have to be sloppy to be modest.
There is a point where those two meet.
It’s not a Victoria’s Secret, I know that.

We can have nice, pretty things, but we don’t need to show off to be beautiful.
I guess that’s what I’m trying to say.
We can feel good about ourselves without being showy.

God bless.

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The end

I have 96 days left in the Army Reserve.

Yes, that’s right. I’m almost done. I’ve been counting since it was 365 days.

It’s kind of a big deal.

 

I remember when I left for basic training.

I wasn’t afraid of the running, the shooting, the danger.

I was worried about the unknown. Would I find some friends? Someone to talk to? Would I be able to do what they expected me to? Would I be able to do it without crying?

I didn’t know what I was getting into. I admit that, now. I wasn’t really prepared.

I don’t think you can be prepared for something like that.

Life isn’t about preparing for every possible outcome or experience. It’s about going through with strength even when something surprises you.

For example, the first time I shot a gun, any kind of gun, was my 21st birthday. No one knew, except my battle buddy, that it was my birthday. No one knew and so someone that didn’t like me, she threatened me. I still remember what she said.

“I’ll cut you.”

What a crazy, ridiculous thing to say to someone, regardless of the situation. “I’ll cut you.”

She was one of those crazy-brave women. You know the kind I mean. She had this rough, abrasive exterior, but I think it stemmed from something that hurt her.

I was crying the first time I shoot my rifle.

I was crying when my drill sergeant came back from the target and said, “You’re a pretty good shot. You did really well.”

Then, I wasn’t crying anymore.

How can you possibly prepare for something like that?

You can’t.

There just isn’t a way to know that on the day you turn 21 you’ll be threatened by a crazy woman (I mean crazy here in the sense that she didn’t realize how much she could hurt someone) and then called a good shot the first time you put a real round through the chamber of an M16.

So, how do we live? How do we go through life, knowing that we aren’t going to know?

I recently got Angels Explained, a talk by Mark Miravalle. It’s amazing.

He strongly suggested we talk to our guardian angels. Did you know that your guardian angel was created with all the other angels at the beginning of time and he/she has been waiting for you?

Our guardian angels love us. And the more we talk to them, ask for their help, the more they can help, Miravalle said.

Wow.

So I am trying to start praying that simple like “Angel of God” prayer. It’s beautiful and quick, and Miravalle said it works.

In between the dishes, the laundry, the vacuuming, the wiping, scooping, writing, reading, watching… you know. In between those things, I try to talk to my guardian angel.

It’s weird. I’ll admit that. It’s crazy (in another sense of the word).

I ask him/her to pray for me. I ask him/her to intercede for me. All the ways that I plead with the Blessed Virgin, I do that with my guardian angel.

And I ask for his advice (again, like Mary). I ask for patience. I ask for him to pray for me when I can’t pray, when I don’t know how to pray, when I don’t know what to ask for.

And it works.

 

God bless.

Dream a little dream

I’ve had two dreams about dying the past two nights.

It’s absolutely frightening, especially because I am “living in sin” and though I practiceĀ mostĀ tenets of the faith, I don’t practice them all.
Jesus is either Lord of everything or Lord of nothing.
Right now, it makes me cry, but he is not Lord of my everything.
On Tuesday night, I dreamed that I was in a car accident, that no one was there. Or that someone was there and he wouldn’t call a priest. I couldn’t convey on him the importance of me having a priest. I couldn’t beg him to say any prayers over me.
I died.
I woke up.
Last night, I dreamed there were two semis. They hit. Crashed.
(This was in a paper I read online, so I know where I got the image.)
I was in the flames. Again, there was no one or there was no one that would help me.
I can contemplate what these dreams mean, it’s not difficult to figure out.
I pray before I Ā go to bed. I ask Jesus for mercy, for strength, for patience with me.
My own conscious is telling me that the Lord, while he is merciful and kind, is jealous. Our God is a jealous god.
We shall have no other gods before him, and when we do (when I do, right now), he is angry.
I don’t know if my dreams are divinely inspired or just my own self telling me I need to change.
It doesn’t matter.
I know what I need to do. I’ve known itĀ for years.
But… IĀ can’tĀ won’t. I won’t change my ways because I am weak. Because I don’t think Jesus’ love is enough for me, though I KNOW that it is.
He died on the cross for me. He rose for me.
I’m at work writing this, thinking about my dreams and how I rarely have vivid dreams because I so frequently wake during the night for water or the bathroom or both.
I start to think that these dreams areĀ premonitions. And do I really believe in that?
I don’t know.
I do know that when I’m at the Mass of the Lord’s Supper tonight, I will be praying. Praying and listening.
And not thinking about how I wish people didn’t dressĀ like thatĀ in church. How that old woman reading the bulletin is a bad habit.
I won’t be thinking those things, like I usually do.
I will just be praying that Jesus can wait.
AH. No. I will be praying that I can change, and fast. That I can stop, and learn deep in my heart what I know in my head: Jesus is enough. He’s everything.
I can type it. I can think it. I can read it. I can hear it. A million times.
And still, the same sins hit me like a shovel.
God bless.

CCC 2497

By the very nature of their profession, journalists have an obligation to serve the truth and not offend against charity in disseminating information. They should strive to respect, with equal care, the nature of the facts and the limits of critical judgment concerning individuals. They should not stoop to defamation.”

 

I found that the other day when I was perusing through the Catechism.

Interesting that it’s in there. I wonder how many other profession are explicitly stated like that.

And was even more surprised that there is a social media section in the Catechism.

 

Happy Holy Week, all. I will not be posting more for a little bit.

See you in April!

 

God Bless

Seven Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 8)

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Special intention list for the weekend:
Pope Francis, of course, our cardinals and the seat of St. Peter, for visitors to the Vatican that they stay safe during this busy time in our Church

God bless our Holy Father and the global Catholic Church.

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If you aren’t praying the Novena to St. Joseph… why?
Find it. And start praying. Like I say, he’s a workhorse.

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Remember how I said I was doing Insanity workouts three days a week?
Yeah, that didn’t happen. I was done on Sunday. Just couldn’t force myself to do it. So instead of just having one day off a week (Tuesday), I’m having Sundays off, too. I’ll have three Nerd Fitness workouts and two Insanity workouts. Which is what I did last week and what I’m shooting for this week.
In the future, I can try for more. I don’t want to overwhelm myself at the beginning of this Insanity workout schedule.

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My boyfriend’s birthday is tomorrow. We’re going to get Chicago-style deep dish pizza, and I’ll be making him brownies, and we’ll probably drink some wine… I might ask him to teach me to play video games just for fun.

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I got to see a small chicken farm today. So fun. The framer gave me a dozen eggs. Nice.

 

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I’m quite the slacker on the Quick Takes. Some weeks I’ve stressed about the list so much, this week, I don’t even know what I’ve written in 1 through 5, and that’s OK. Not the stressing, but the not knowing.
It’s just something that I need to work on… focusing on my blog writing, that is. Among other things.

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I’ve been reading studying the Sacred Congregation’s Inter Insigniores, and I’ll be posting my thoughts in several posts over the next several weeks. Get excited for that!

Happy weekend.

God bless.

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