Last year, I decided that the girls needed a sport. Now i should warn you, that I’m way too overprotective. I wouldn’t let my kids do gymnastics because I was worried about their knees. I don’t let them walk around the block unless they have my Great Dane in tow. I have to personally interview the parents of any child they want to visit. I admit, I’m a bit ridiculous, but I just love those girls so much, and I want to send them off to college in one piece.
Well, I wanted to take a bit of a break today, I hear I might be able to find some green beer lying around somewhere. So just for your entertainment, I’m throwing up a little video my mother took while she was up on her visit a few months ago while we were at the beach.
The sound isn’t great, and the wind stole a few notes, but heck, if you’ve had a couple of green beers yourself, you won’t even notice. If not, my mother’s mad camera skills will make you feel like you have!
Yes, those are my beautiful daughters dancing in the background, as they are wont to do. Enjoy!
Not to leave St Patrick out of the day though, I wanted to share you one of my favorite prayers. It just so happens to be:
Argh. My kids drive me crazy. Every day, I assign them work to do on their own, an opportunity for them to learn some responsibility, some diligence, and a chance for me to get some of my work done without standing over them, actively teaching them.
Guess what? My kids aren’t all that great at getting their homework done. The second I leave them, they start to hem and haw, fiddling with their pencils or the cats, suddenly getting hungry and wanting a snack, and going to the bathroom every five to ten minutes. It’s so dang aggravating.
Well, I want to get mad, I really do. There is a problem though.
I was never any better. I got in so much trouble for not doing my homework, that they almost flunked me out of school. I’d do great on tests, I just hated homework.
I’m still going to school. In fact, I have formation classes tomorrow. Our subjects for tomorrow are psychology, theology, and New Testament studies. Guess what?
I’m cramming all my homework today.
Yup, that’s right, I’ve been procrastinating. I’ve been hemming and hawing, trying to get some work done, and fiddling with this blog. Heck, I’m procrastinating right this second.
Ugh. What goes around comes around.
I suppose it’s time for me to stop writing, and get to work.
My theology homework was a breeze and already done, the New Testament stuff is all complete and wrapped up in a bow, but Psychology? Haven’t touched it. Haven’t even cracked the book.
You can tell how excited I am. It is so easy to finish what interests me, but the other stuff is just such a pain.
Dangit, I need to just wrap this post up and plop down and start reading.
You never guess what happened to me the other day. I was out walking the dog, heading downtown in hopes of getting some ice cream or maybe a coffee, and I saw this guy jumping on a…….
NO! It must be done now! I’m leaving!
Normally the idea of Hitler having anything to say about the most Holy Mass would throw me into a cursing tizzy. When I first looked at this I was shocked at the sacrilege. Then I watched it and couldn’t stop laughing. Enjoy.
Sorry guys, I just don’t feel like writing today.