I've always been one to want to maintain contact with those I care or have once cared about. It's never been my nature to weed people from my life. I've had to do that once within this past year. Sometimes, I pick up the phone to call the individual in question and, after a moment's pause, put the receiver back on the hook with a sigh of regret. ( Read more... )

Attending a wedding for the first time, a little girl whispered to her ( Read more... )

A middle aged woman from New Orleans frequents a Catholic chat room on AOL I visit often. To her, Hurricane Katrina is not just last year's news. It is a disaster that uprooted her family and caused her to flee to Texas as a refugee, where she relied on the kindness of strangers, God, and her own survival instincts to obtain employment, shelter, ( Read more... )

Some time ago, there was a meme floating around Livejournal land that asked one to list six of his or her eccentric habits. I didn't do it back then, but feel like doing so now. So, here we go ( Read more... )

I decided to allow Livejournal to make my journal fugly with ads, so I can make free voice posts. It just figures that voice posting is now down, meaning my journal is fugly for no reason. Gah.

I was really looking for to watching the Easter Vigil Mass tonight on BCTV (Boston Catholic Television.) Since physical problems render going to church impossible, it's the only way for me to experience Mass. At eight thirty, I trotted happily along, as happy as a pothead with a new bong, to my TV. What do I find? A narrated Vigil service. I don't ( Read more... )

I kind of like my left boob.

I'm not sure why I'm sharing this.

I got this as spam. I always love the gibberish spam, that just has word salads. I've taken out the actual ad part. This sort of stuff reminds me of the sort of things I type in IMs to people when I feel like I should say something but know not what. Nearly anyone that converses with me frequently over AOL or Yahoo Instant Messenger is used to me ( Read more... )

Earlier, I decided to order out for dinner, so I dialed what I thought was the number to the restaurant I wanted food from, and it wasn't until I heard my own answering machine greeting that I realized I'd dialed my home phone number. I made a second attempt, and ended up dialing the number I dial to check my voice mail. After THAT, I dialed the ( Read more... )

OKAY. Someone really needs to gag Pat Robertson. If anyone needs to learn that a closed mouth gathers no foot, it is he. He has already made utterly outrageous claims and stamped God's name over them with a smile. Now, he's trying to push his weird diet ideas onto people. Great. So, he's not only a psycho preacher; he's going Richard Simmons on us ( Read more... )