Okay, so, I had posted something earlier today about a womanly issue I was having, but got super uncomfortable with it and deleted it, because I was embarrassed and thought it was probably TMI. Is there such a thing in the IF blog world?
Question #2) Can coffee effect your fertility? I've heard pregnant women shouldn't drink it, but can it effect CM or hormones at all?
Question #3) Can somebody explain the Brown Scapular to me? I've never had an issue with it until a friend explained it to me as something like magic that will make sure I won't go to hell. I know Moth.er Ange.lica says that Our Lady promises if one wears is wearing a scapular, they won't "burn in eternal fire", but how can a piece of wool do that? It kind of sounds like superstition when explained that way (no offense to anybody that wears it-I just don't understand!).
Shoot...I had another one but I've forgotten. Oh well.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Our Courtship pt. III-The Wedding!
Well, after he proposed, I was (of course) crying and crying, and I just kept saying, "Nuh uh! Really?! Are you serious?! Nuh uh!", which made him laugh and say, "Is there a yes in there somewhere?" lol So we prayed together for awhile, and went to Ou.tback. :)
So we set our date for the next April (we wanted it to be earlier, but my family convinced me I would need more time to plan), and that August I moved to his town to be closer to him. :)
I won't bore you with all of the planning details; I'll just go straight to the wedding! :) I woke up on the couch at my parents' house the day of the wedding with a migraine. It was horrible; I even threw up! So I went to my hair appointment feeling like I was going to die, but some coffee and Ex.cedrin cleared that right up. My hairdresser is a devout Catholic (very rare in my town), so we had wonderful conversations about marriage and nuns and our favorite devotions-it was great! :)
After my hair was finished, I went home to finish getting ready. My aunt, who sells Mar.y K.ay, came over to do all of my girls' makeup for free. :) It was so much fun sitting around with the photographers (some of my friends from college) and my bridesmaids, but my mother was starting to get nervous because she thought getting ready was taking too long. lol Anyway, I was ready on time, and I had to hide away in the sacristy with my girls, and that was when I finally started to get nervous. I wasn't nervous about getting married or anything, I was mostly nervous that my dad was going to cry because I just cannot handle that. lol
I walked down the aisle to "How Beautiful", and my husband and I had it timed so I would walk down at, "How beautiful the radiant bride...", but the priest kept nodding at me so I left early (I'm such a pushover). My husband had his eyes closed the whole time I was walking down the aisle! lol He opened his eyes at the line I was supposed to start walking, and I was already right next to him! Sigh. I totally regret walking early!
When Boomz and I were planning our wedding Mass, we wanted to make sure it was about glorifying God and not ourselves, so we went all out (or what we considered to be all out at the time. lol) with the liturgy. We had the Gloria (it was a Solemnity, so we were allowed), and lots of incense and some Latin. :) Our readings were from Tobit, Revelation, and John 17. Ugh I wish I could remember the chapters and verses, but I can't! I know the Tobit one was when Sarah and Tobiah were praying before their wedding night, and the Revelation reading was the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, but I can't remember the verses...ugh. Anyway, we had wanted songs that his family would know, since they would be so uncomfortable at Mass (they're all Protestant), so we had Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, In Christ Alone, Be Thou My Vision, and other ones I can't remember. lol Our prelude music was a recording of the Ta.ylor Chora.le (my husband went to Ta.ylor Univ.ersity back in his Protestand days. lol) singing Caritas et Amor, Holy, Holy, Holy, and Bogoroditse. I cried during almost all of the songs because I was so grateful to God for sending His Son and for Boomz. :) My whole family (and many friends) said it was the most beautiful "ceremony" they'd ever been to.
In my hometown, it's tradition for the bridal party to go bar hopping between the wedding and the reception. Ray and I didn't want to do that (who wants to sit in a dirty bar in their wedding dress? Not me.), so we all went to a nearby winery! :)
The reception is almost entirely a blur because I had to talk to so many people! Boomz and I didn't actually spend much time together during the reception because people were pulling us every which way. I was very excited about eating "wedding food" (we have traditional hometown comfort food at all of our weddings where I'm from), but I couldn't eat any for some reason. Our first dance was to a song written and sung by Boomz' best friend, and my husband sang to me the whole time we danced. :) At one point I said to him, "Everyone is looking at us!" and he said something like, "What do you think they've been doing all day, silly?". lol We combined the father/daughter and mother/son dance and danced to the song "W.hat a W.onderful Wo.rld", and Dad didn't cry, which was good. lol We had a "candy bar", which was a big hit. I'm pretty sure Boomz' family was scandalized, though, because they didn't dance AT ALL and my whole family was dancing like crazy. lol
I started feeling badly again, so Boomz and I left early (around 9:30, I think), but my mother said the party went on for long afterwards! :) We Catholics sure know how to have fun! :)
Thank you, Jesus, for such an amazing husband!
"'Hallelujuah! For the Lord our God the Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready'...And the angel said to me, 'Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.'" Revelation 19:6-7,9.
So we set our date for the next April (we wanted it to be earlier, but my family convinced me I would need more time to plan), and that August I moved to his town to be closer to him. :)
I won't bore you with all of the planning details; I'll just go straight to the wedding! :) I woke up on the couch at my parents' house the day of the wedding with a migraine. It was horrible; I even threw up! So I went to my hair appointment feeling like I was going to die, but some coffee and Ex.cedrin cleared that right up. My hairdresser is a devout Catholic (very rare in my town), so we had wonderful conversations about marriage and nuns and our favorite devotions-it was great! :)
After my hair was finished, I went home to finish getting ready. My aunt, who sells Mar.y K.ay, came over to do all of my girls' makeup for free. :) It was so much fun sitting around with the photographers (some of my friends from college) and my bridesmaids, but my mother was starting to get nervous because she thought getting ready was taking too long. lol Anyway, I was ready on time, and I had to hide away in the sacristy with my girls, and that was when I finally started to get nervous. I wasn't nervous about getting married or anything, I was mostly nervous that my dad was going to cry because I just cannot handle that. lol
I walked down the aisle to "How Beautiful", and my husband and I had it timed so I would walk down at, "How beautiful the radiant bride...", but the priest kept nodding at me so I left early (I'm such a pushover). My husband had his eyes closed the whole time I was walking down the aisle! lol He opened his eyes at the line I was supposed to start walking, and I was already right next to him! Sigh. I totally regret walking early!
When Boomz and I were planning our wedding Mass, we wanted to make sure it was about glorifying God and not ourselves, so we went all out (or what we considered to be all out at the time. lol) with the liturgy. We had the Gloria (it was a Solemnity, so we were allowed), and lots of incense and some Latin. :) Our readings were from Tobit, Revelation, and John 17. Ugh I wish I could remember the chapters and verses, but I can't! I know the Tobit one was when Sarah and Tobiah were praying before their wedding night, and the Revelation reading was the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, but I can't remember the verses...ugh. Anyway, we had wanted songs that his family would know, since they would be so uncomfortable at Mass (they're all Protestant), so we had Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, In Christ Alone, Be Thou My Vision, and other ones I can't remember. lol Our prelude music was a recording of the Ta.ylor Chora.le (my husband went to Ta.ylor Univ.ersity back in his Protestand days. lol) singing Caritas et Amor, Holy, Holy, Holy, and Bogoroditse. I cried during almost all of the songs because I was so grateful to God for sending His Son and for Boomz. :) My whole family (and many friends) said it was the most beautiful "ceremony" they'd ever been to.
In my hometown, it's tradition for the bridal party to go bar hopping between the wedding and the reception. Ray and I didn't want to do that (who wants to sit in a dirty bar in their wedding dress? Not me.), so we all went to a nearby winery! :)
The reception is almost entirely a blur because I had to talk to so many people! Boomz and I didn't actually spend much time together during the reception because people were pulling us every which way. I was very excited about eating "wedding food" (we have traditional hometown comfort food at all of our weddings where I'm from), but I couldn't eat any for some reason. Our first dance was to a song written and sung by Boomz' best friend, and my husband sang to me the whole time we danced. :) At one point I said to him, "Everyone is looking at us!" and he said something like, "What do you think they've been doing all day, silly?". lol We combined the father/daughter and mother/son dance and danced to the song "W.hat a W.onderful Wo.rld", and Dad didn't cry, which was good. lol We had a "candy bar", which was a big hit. I'm pretty sure Boomz' family was scandalized, though, because they didn't dance AT ALL and my whole family was dancing like crazy. lol
I started feeling badly again, so Boomz and I left early (around 9:30, I think), but my mother said the party went on for long afterwards! :) We Catholics sure know how to have fun! :)
Thank you, Jesus, for such an amazing husband!
"'Hallelujuah! For the Lord our God the Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready'...And the angel said to me, 'Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.'" Revelation 19:6-7,9.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Our Courtship pt. II
As I was packing for the convent (I think it was the day before I left-typical me!), I was thinking about Boomz, and all of a sudden I thought, "I'm going to marry this man." I don't think that thought came from me, because it happened very suddenly, and I just KNEW it was true. My friend MAN (those are her initials lol) and I often say that truth resonates, and that's what happened when I thought that. I wish I could explain what I mean when I say I just KNEW, because that seems to happen to me a lot (sometimes I say to my husband, "I don't know how I know, I just know things!" lol), but I can't.
But at that point, I was "in too deep", and I kind of brushed the thought off. So late that August, I set off for the convent. As you know if you read my religious life posts, I left a few months later. When I went to get into the van, Boomz was waiting there for me! My mom had called him, and even though I said that I didn't want him to come along (I thought it would look bad), he didn't listen. lol When I saw him, I was completely shocked, so the first thing I did was smack him on the chest and said, "You're so dumb!". lol
After I left, Boomz and I talked on the phone or texted pretty much constantly. As I wasn't allowed to write him letters while I was in the convent, we had A LOT of catching up to do! Rumors were swirling around our group of friends because I hadn't come out and told people that I had left (I was scared of being judged, since I had made such a big deal out of going to the convent. Sigh.), which made me withdraw (true to my phlegmatic-sanguine self), and cause MORE rumors about Boomz and I. I still have trust issues due to all of that. Anyway, people were scandalized that we were spending so much time together (He lived 3.5 hours away from me at the time, so he drove to my parent's house every weekend to spend time with me). I, however, was sure that I was going to marry him, and kept saying to people, "Hey, if you know, you know". :) Most people felt we were going too fast, but by the end of April, we were engaged. :)
(This picture does not do it justice-Boomz did such a good job!)
Oh, btw, we never actually went on a "first date". Our relationship just kind of naturally progressed from friendship to...more than friends. It was wonderful! :)
Anyway, he proposed to me in the Adoration chapel of his parish church the first weekend I actually plucked up the courage to drive to his house (It was the farthest I've ever driven by myself. lol I'm from a teeny tiny town-the interstate scared me!). When we got there, there was another woman there, so we sat and prayed silently for awhile. He had told me that he wanted to read a letter to me in the chapel, but I was getting impatient (we were going to Out.back afterwards lol), and told him he could just read it to me later. He insisted on waiting, and when the lady left, he went out to the car to get the letter. At that point, I suspected that he was going to propose, but wouldn't let myself believe it. Well, I was right! :) :) He was so cute as he was reading, he was shaking so much! Here's the engagement letter:
"Beloved,
How deeply contented and at peace am I, darling, when I consider us together! I can think of no other path in life down which I could travel where I would be as happy, fulfilled, joyful, proud, and whole as I have been traveling the path of life with you since we met. At a time in my life when I doubted things like commitment, fidelity, compatibility, honesty, trustworthiness, even love-you came: a beacon shining brightly the love of Christ and began to restore my faith in those things which I thought I would never believe in again. Now, more than a year later, I have fallen more deeply in love with you than I could have ever thought possible. Your love of Our Lord, my beloved, has truly always been abundantly evident in all you say and do. I could ask for nothing more than to have such a beautiful model and inspiration as you are in what it means to love not only Christ, but also His Mother, His Church, and all His people. You have taught me much about love, patience, humility, kindness, gentleness-the list goes on. I still have much to learn, it's true, but I look so forward to learning and growing with you! The two of us, it could be said, are as different as night and day; there is some truth to this, I'll admit. However, I believe wholeheartedly that we complement and complete each other in such a beautiful, perfect way that it can only have been in the plan of Our Creator that we would unite and help spur each other on toward holiness, righteousness, virtue, and love. It is inspired by this belief-that we are perfect for each other and, apart from you, nothing makes sense-and through much prayer that I have come to know in my heart that we should spend the rest of our lives together. And so, I could think of no better place to ask you to be my wife, beloved, than in the peace and silence which the Presence our Eucharistic Lord brings, so that my petition to you might also serve as a prayer and petition to Him such that He Who is Grace might shower upon us, through His and Our Mother, Mary, all the grace we need to begin our life together.
Truly yours always,
"Boomz"
Part III to come! :)
But at that point, I was "in too deep", and I kind of brushed the thought off. So late that August, I set off for the convent. As you know if you read my religious life posts, I left a few months later. When I went to get into the van, Boomz was waiting there for me! My mom had called him, and even though I said that I didn't want him to come along (I thought it would look bad), he didn't listen. lol When I saw him, I was completely shocked, so the first thing I did was smack him on the chest and said, "You're so dumb!". lol
After I left, Boomz and I talked on the phone or texted pretty much constantly. As I wasn't allowed to write him letters while I was in the convent, we had A LOT of catching up to do! Rumors were swirling around our group of friends because I hadn't come out and told people that I had left (I was scared of being judged, since I had made such a big deal out of going to the convent. Sigh.), which made me withdraw (true to my phlegmatic-sanguine self), and cause MORE rumors about Boomz and I. I still have trust issues due to all of that. Anyway, people were scandalized that we were spending so much time together (He lived 3.5 hours away from me at the time, so he drove to my parent's house every weekend to spend time with me). I, however, was sure that I was going to marry him, and kept saying to people, "Hey, if you know, you know". :) Most people felt we were going too fast, but by the end of April, we were engaged. :)
Oh, btw, we never actually went on a "first date". Our relationship just kind of naturally progressed from friendship to...more than friends. It was wonderful! :)
Anyway, he proposed to me in the Adoration chapel of his parish church the first weekend I actually plucked up the courage to drive to his house (It was the farthest I've ever driven by myself. lol I'm from a teeny tiny town-the interstate scared me!). When we got there, there was another woman there, so we sat and prayed silently for awhile. He had told me that he wanted to read a letter to me in the chapel, but I was getting impatient (we were going to Out.back afterwards lol), and told him he could just read it to me later. He insisted on waiting, and when the lady left, he went out to the car to get the letter. At that point, I suspected that he was going to propose, but wouldn't let myself believe it. Well, I was right! :) :) He was so cute as he was reading, he was shaking so much! Here's the engagement letter:
"Beloved,
How deeply contented and at peace am I, darling, when I consider us together! I can think of no other path in life down which I could travel where I would be as happy, fulfilled, joyful, proud, and whole as I have been traveling the path of life with you since we met. At a time in my life when I doubted things like commitment, fidelity, compatibility, honesty, trustworthiness, even love-you came: a beacon shining brightly the love of Christ and began to restore my faith in those things which I thought I would never believe in again. Now, more than a year later, I have fallen more deeply in love with you than I could have ever thought possible. Your love of Our Lord, my beloved, has truly always been abundantly evident in all you say and do. I could ask for nothing more than to have such a beautiful model and inspiration as you are in what it means to love not only Christ, but also His Mother, His Church, and all His people. You have taught me much about love, patience, humility, kindness, gentleness-the list goes on. I still have much to learn, it's true, but I look so forward to learning and growing with you! The two of us, it could be said, are as different as night and day; there is some truth to this, I'll admit. However, I believe wholeheartedly that we complement and complete each other in such a beautiful, perfect way that it can only have been in the plan of Our Creator that we would unite and help spur each other on toward holiness, righteousness, virtue, and love. It is inspired by this belief-that we are perfect for each other and, apart from you, nothing makes sense-and through much prayer that I have come to know in my heart that we should spend the rest of our lives together. And so, I could think of no better place to ask you to be my wife, beloved, than in the peace and silence which the Presence our Eucharistic Lord brings, so that my petition to you might also serve as a prayer and petition to Him such that He Who is Grace might shower upon us, through His and Our Mother, Mary, all the grace we need to begin our life together.
Truly yours always,
"Boomz"
Part III to come! :)
Real quick...
...before I start writing the courtship post. Please pray for my husband and his job situation. His company has placed him in a not-so-good school (examples: a gun got stolen from a teacher's car by some students the other day, and today 15 cops and 5 dogs showed up), and tomorrow he has to go to an inner city school to get acquainted the system before the guy there goes on vacation. It might not be a big deal, but there are shootings or stabbings or something pretty much every day downtown, so I'm worried. :) So, yeah...please pray for his safety! And that he'll be placed in a nicer school soon! Thank you!
Our "Courtship" pt. I
A few days ago, when I wrote about my fake religious vocation, a commenter suggested I write about my husband's and my courtship, which I think is a great idea! :) It's kind of confusing, and not exactly...normal, but I'll give it my best shot. Hopefully, y'all aren't scandalized! ;)
My husband and I met my freshman (his junior) year of college at a Catholic youth group. At the time, he was an Evangelical Protestant trying to save all of us Catholics from going to hell, and I was a cradle Catholic who was just starting to learn about the Faith. I don't really remember interacting with him much that year, but I knew he wasn't Catholic and was really confused about why he was there. lol I was also super intimidated by him because he seemed very blunt (something I am definitely NOT) and extremely smart. He was told by a mutual friend (a Catholic who brought him to the youth group) that I was "the one who looks like a Ba.rbie doll" and he thought I was "too bubbly". lol In the meantime, I was discerning a religious vocation and being BFF with a different Italian boy in our youth group. :)
Fast forward to sophomore year, and Boomz is in the RCIA program at our university parish (haha!), and I'm pretty much in love with religious life and somewhat infatuated with Other Italian Boy. Upon discerning that I was NOT supposed to be with Other Italian Boy (he's now in seminary!), I set my sights on religious life. One of my first interactions with Boomz that year was when I brought an agnostic friend that I met in my astronomy class to a get-together at the university parish. At one point, Boomz looked at me and said, "You know he's in love with you, right?". lol I didn't believe him (I am SO BAD at noticing these things), but later I realized he was right and it gave us something to talk about. Anyway, as I still thought I had a religious vocation, I got my application papers, and then, true to my nature, procrastinated. :) Two months later, I finally decided to start on my papers in the lounge at our parish where a lot of students hung out. I was alone and totally overwhelmed when Boomz walked in. He quoted some Scripture (Phil. 4:6) to help calm my fears, and we talked for a long time. After this interaction, I would find myself making excuses to sit around in the lounge, hoping he'd be there or stop in. lol
When our youth group went to the March for Life that year, Boomz and I got put into the same group (our youth group would split into several groups and walk around D.C. a couple nights before the actual March), and for some reason, I found myself being very excited about that! I got to have some good conversations with him, and we walked around and sang songs from Wi.cked together. :) By this time, I think I had a full-blown crush on him, but was in total denial.
For the rest of the year, he would help me set doctor appointments for my application, provide the emotional support I wasn't getting at home (my parents were completely against me going to the convent), and become my best friend. He'd come over to my apartment and we'd do homework, watch movies, and drink coffee until very late at night (much to the chagrin of my roommates...oops.), and I would go over to his place and attempt to do homework while he and his buddies played video games. lol I realize that our attachment was probably inappropriate since I was entering the convent, but I see now that God was nudging me toward marrying Boomz even then, although at the time I thought that was the devil tempting me. :) There are probably so many things wrong grammatically in that sentence-oh well. lol Anyway, although he was in love with me, he sacrificed himself and his desires to help me enter the convent, which made my love and appreciation for him deepen (although I was mostly still in denial lol).
I'll write the next part later today or tomorrow! :)
My husband and I met my freshman (his junior) year of college at a Catholic youth group. At the time, he was an Evangelical Protestant trying to save all of us Catholics from going to hell, and I was a cradle Catholic who was just starting to learn about the Faith. I don't really remember interacting with him much that year, but I knew he wasn't Catholic and was really confused about why he was there. lol I was also super intimidated by him because he seemed very blunt (something I am definitely NOT) and extremely smart. He was told by a mutual friend (a Catholic who brought him to the youth group) that I was "the one who looks like a Ba.rbie doll" and he thought I was "too bubbly". lol In the meantime, I was discerning a religious vocation and being BFF with a different Italian boy in our youth group. :)
Fast forward to sophomore year, and Boomz is in the RCIA program at our university parish (haha!), and I'm pretty much in love with religious life and somewhat infatuated with Other Italian Boy. Upon discerning that I was NOT supposed to be with Other Italian Boy (he's now in seminary!), I set my sights on religious life. One of my first interactions with Boomz that year was when I brought an agnostic friend that I met in my astronomy class to a get-together at the university parish. At one point, Boomz looked at me and said, "You know he's in love with you, right?". lol I didn't believe him (I am SO BAD at noticing these things), but later I realized he was right and it gave us something to talk about. Anyway, as I still thought I had a religious vocation, I got my application papers, and then, true to my nature, procrastinated. :) Two months later, I finally decided to start on my papers in the lounge at our parish where a lot of students hung out. I was alone and totally overwhelmed when Boomz walked in. He quoted some Scripture (Phil. 4:6) to help calm my fears, and we talked for a long time. After this interaction, I would find myself making excuses to sit around in the lounge, hoping he'd be there or stop in. lol
When our youth group went to the March for Life that year, Boomz and I got put into the same group (our youth group would split into several groups and walk around D.C. a couple nights before the actual March), and for some reason, I found myself being very excited about that! I got to have some good conversations with him, and we walked around and sang songs from Wi.cked together. :) By this time, I think I had a full-blown crush on him, but was in total denial.
For the rest of the year, he would help me set doctor appointments for my application, provide the emotional support I wasn't getting at home (my parents were completely against me going to the convent), and become my best friend. He'd come over to my apartment and we'd do homework, watch movies, and drink coffee until very late at night (much to the chagrin of my roommates...oops.), and I would go over to his place and attempt to do homework while he and his buddies played video games. lol I realize that our attachment was probably inappropriate since I was entering the convent, but I see now that God was nudging me toward marrying Boomz even then, although at the time I thought that was the devil tempting me. :) There are probably so many things wrong grammatically in that sentence-oh well. lol Anyway, although he was in love with me, he sacrificed himself and his desires to help me enter the convent, which made my love and appreciation for him deepen (although I was mostly still in denial lol).
I'll write the next part later today or tomorrow! :)
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Confirmation/Pants/Temperaments/Sauce/Pimples/Numb Face
-Thank you all so much for the advice about being my brother's Confirmation sponsor! I've decided to sponsor him, and I'm getting pretty excited to teach him about our beautiful faith! He had to pick his patron saint today (He decided RIGHT before the meeting. Sigh.), so last night I sent him information on all sorts of amazing saints. I tried to think of saints that he'd find interesting, so I sent him St. Sebastian, who was a captain of the Roman army and was martryed, St. Tarcisius, an acolyte in ancient Rome who, when he didn't let an angry pagan mob see/handle the Blessed Sacrament, was beaten to death, St. Ignatius of Loyola, a knight-turned-priest, St. Pio of Pietrelcina, a friar that had the stigmata and could read souls, Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati, a Third Order Dominican (yay!) who loved the poor and died of polio when he was 24, and St. Joseph. :) Wow, that was a really long sentence. Anyway, he chose St. Joseph, which was no surprise because my family just sees it as adding another part to your name. However, I told him that since he chose St. Joseph, he's supposed to try to model himself after him, and I gave him a list of virtues that St. Joseph exemplified. Bubby said he'll ask St. Joseph to pray for him every day and try very hard to be like him. :) I have big hopes for that kid!
-I saw a man wearing purple corduroy pants today at Mass! It was awesome! lol
-A few years ago, the four temperaments (choleric, melancholic, phlegmatic, sanguine) were all the rage among my friends , and we were always trying to figure out which temperament our friends had. I'm a phlegmatic-sanguine and my husband is a choleric-melancholic (COMPLETE opposites lol). I would love to see which temperament you all have! I've already tried to guess a few of yours...we'll see if I'm right! lol Here's a great website with more information (You have to sign up to take the free test.). Yay! I'm so excited! :)
-My husband is a bone fide Eye-talian (my whole family pronounces Italian this way-it drives him crazy! lol), and last night he made spaghetti sauce from a super old family recipe. He made 3.5 gallons of it (we cut it down from 12 gallons!), and we plan on giving some to his siblings for Christmas! Boomz did a wonderful job with it; it was delicious! :) He kept telling me, "It's a meat sauce, not a tomato sauce," which I didn't really understand until I ate it. It has pork AND beef and carrots, celery, garlic, tomatoes (obviously lol), onions, and a million other things, and it was amazing! Thank you for making it, honey! :)
-I have a hormone-related question. When I was younger, I had great skin. I never really broke out, and if I did, it was like one pimple and it would go away pretty quickly. Now, I get giant pimples (sorry, this is kind of gross lol) that won't go away. I've even resorted to popping them, which I never used to do. Also, I have a ton of bumps on my forehead, which is really oily while the rest of my face is super dry. Could being on estrogen/progesterone be doing this? It's really annoying-I feel like a thirteen year old! lol
-I've also been having scary chest pains off and on every day for a little over a week. Sometimes it's like a sudden stabbing to the left of my sternum when I inhale, but most of the time it's almost like a cramping. I had an EKG done a few years ago when I started having chest tightening (the pains I've been having lately feel different, though), and the doctor said I have an arrhythmia. He said that normal hearts go bump, BUMP, bump, BUMP, but my stupid heart goes bump, bump-bump, bump, bump-bump. Does anybody know if my arrhythmia be causing the chest pains? Also, for the last two days or so, the left side of my face has had a dull sensation...I don't really know how to explain it other than I don't FEEL as much as I should be. For example, if I pinch it, it doesn't hurt as much as it should. I can move it fine and there's no difference in movement between the left and right sides. I've had this before (it started in January 2009 and happens every once and awhile), and a doctor who was there while it was happening said it sounded like an allergic reaction. At the time, I thought it was the cats who were in the house (we were visiting friends), but right now I'm at home and I don't know what it could be. Sigh. I'm so messed up.
-I saw a man wearing purple corduroy pants today at Mass! It was awesome! lol
-A few years ago, the four temperaments (choleric, melancholic, phlegmatic, sanguine) were all the rage among my friends , and we were always trying to figure out which temperament our friends had. I'm a phlegmatic-sanguine and my husband is a choleric-melancholic (COMPLETE opposites lol). I would love to see which temperament you all have! I've already tried to guess a few of yours...we'll see if I'm right! lol Here's a great website with more information (You have to sign up to take the free test.). Yay! I'm so excited! :)
-My husband is a bone fide Eye-talian (my whole family pronounces Italian this way-it drives him crazy! lol), and last night he made spaghetti sauce from a super old family recipe. He made 3.5 gallons of it (we cut it down from 12 gallons!), and we plan on giving some to his siblings for Christmas! Boomz did a wonderful job with it; it was delicious! :) He kept telling me, "It's a meat sauce, not a tomato sauce," which I didn't really understand until I ate it. It has pork AND beef and carrots, celery, garlic, tomatoes (obviously lol), onions, and a million other things, and it was amazing! Thank you for making it, honey! :)
-I have a hormone-related question. When I was younger, I had great skin. I never really broke out, and if I did, it was like one pimple and it would go away pretty quickly. Now, I get giant pimples (sorry, this is kind of gross lol) that won't go away. I've even resorted to popping them, which I never used to do. Also, I have a ton of bumps on my forehead, which is really oily while the rest of my face is super dry. Could being on estrogen/progesterone be doing this? It's really annoying-I feel like a thirteen year old! lol
-I've also been having scary chest pains off and on every day for a little over a week. Sometimes it's like a sudden stabbing to the left of my sternum when I inhale, but most of the time it's almost like a cramping. I had an EKG done a few years ago when I started having chest tightening (the pains I've been having lately feel different, though), and the doctor said I have an arrhythmia. He said that normal hearts go bump, BUMP, bump, BUMP, but my stupid heart goes bump, bump-bump, bump, bump-bump. Does anybody know if my arrhythmia be causing the chest pains? Also, for the last two days or so, the left side of my face has had a dull sensation...I don't really know how to explain it other than I don't FEEL as much as I should be. For example, if I pinch it, it doesn't hurt as much as it should. I can move it fine and there's no difference in movement between the left and right sides. I've had this before (it started in January 2009 and happens every once and awhile), and a doctor who was there while it was happening said it sounded like an allergic reaction. At the time, I thought it was the cats who were in the house (we were visiting friends), but right now I'm at home and I don't know what it could be. Sigh. I'm so messed up.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Advice needed
Last week, my little brother asked me to be his Confirmation sponser. My first reaction was "YAY!!" because I was secretely hoping he'd ask me. However, my husband pointed out that if I say yes, that means I'm responsible for making sure he's ready for the sacrament (I know, duh, right? lol). If he's not, that means I have to let the priest know. This is problematic because my family doesn't really practice their faith. I mean, my brother (I'll call him Bubby. lol) goes to CCD, but they don't go to Mass or Confession, and they know almost nothing about Catholicism. For example, I asked my dad one time if he knew why we genuflect when we enter a pew, and he said he had no idea. So, in order for Bubby to be ready for the sacrament, he'd have to go to Confession and then attend Mass every Sunday. There are two problems with this: 1) I live 3.5 hours away so I'd have a hard time enforcing my "rules", and 2) I hate being confrontational. lol I COULD just be like, "Sorry, Bubs, I'm too far away!", but I'm the only one in our family (even our extended family) that knows anything about the faith, so I'm afraid that I'm the only one that could properly prepare him (I know that sounds really, really prideful, but I don't mean it to be at all). What do y'all think I should do? I've been thinking about it for about a week and I'm still unsure of what to do. :(
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