Just wanted to drop a quick note since the last time you heard from me I was headed off to WorkCamp. Going by my blog, it just looks like I went to Orange and never returned!! I've tried to sit down and write about camp so many times, and I just can't put it into words. Either I am horribly verbose and give more details than anyone really cares ( Read more... )

You think they'll make it?

It'd take a miracle.I'm WorkCamp bound in just a few minutes. Pray for us!! I'll have much to share when I return ( Read more... )

Nothing exciting to report, so I'll go with the bullet format ( Read more... )

I'd originally planned to be in Sarasota this week, lounging in the sun. I'm not there right now. I'm actually sitting in my office waiting for the rain to subside. Definitely a long way from Florida!! It just wasn't going to be a good time to travel, and my plane ticket money went to the deposit for renting the house ( Read more... )

Life is good! Ok, so the toe still hurts a little bit but what can you do? That will teach me to watch my step a little bit more carefully I suppose. I just wanted to update on that since I know you've all been thinking: "Sure, she'll rant about ungrateful people for several paragraphs, but the girl can't tell us how her toe is doing ( Read more... )

I'm really just over people not being grateful. I don't understand how some people can not manage to find time to give thanks to God for the things He has done in their lives. Or for that matter, how they fail to see His existence and His work in their lives. I know people who have been absurdly blessed but yet never make a point of spending ( Read more... )

My pinkie toe is in bad shape right now and the best I can tell is that it is sprained or broken from my little trip last night in the hallway. It is swollen and hurts, and toes are such fickle things. If it was a finger, I'd be at the doctors but a toe, particularly the tiny ones, seem to be of the "we can't do much about it" variety ( Read more... )

The other day, Fr. Searby was trying to remember this priest's last name and he said "Father Joe......"

And I piped in "Mama?"

Ha. I kill me.

I still get goosebumps when I hear about Columbine. There has not been an April 20th since 1999 where I have not stopped and remembered what happened that year. It's a rarity that I am able to read an article or see something on the news, about the massacre, and not start crying ( Read more... )

At about this time, in seventy-four days, I will be running around in a state of mild frenzy and complete anticipation. It will be WorkCamp, and it will be amazing. When I think about how many days are left between today and the first night of camp, I am filled with such a mix of emotions. On one hand, there is so much to be done between now and ( Read more... )