It is almost midnight on a Sunday evening. This morning I was dragging my sorry self out of bed hoping that caffeine would somehow put me in a semi-coherent state. It failed. After masses I ended up sleeping for 2 hours or so then kinda just lounged about. So it is midnight and what am I doing? Canning, cleaning the kitchen, mopping the floors, goofing around on the computer with sleep nowhere in the near future. Thankfully, Monday is my Saturday and I can sleep in tomorrow, well until my Golden Retriever does the pee-pee dance at about 7:00 AM.
This involves her hopping on the bed, digging her nose into my neck, wagging her tail so hard that the entire room shakes, and not relenting no matter how grouchy I am until she hears the magic words, "Do you need to go outside?" At this she jumps off the bed, jumps back on if I am not up immediately, and heads for the back door as I try not to injure myself going down the three stairs from the house into the garage. I put her food and water out and go back to bed. But I digress...
It is entirely possible as I get older that I am reverting back to my teens and twenties in which I was a night owl and despised mornings. I got to thinking, would it be so bad if the early Sunday Mass were at...I don't know...noon? I would be much more coherent. I was debating this morning with myself as to whether strolling in front of an IV drip of caffeine would break the communion fast as it is not entering through my mouth. Then I remembered that I am a huge baby about needles, so that wouldn't work. So alas, my dear parishioners, bear with me on those mornings when I am not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed (actually you all seem to do that one just fine)...and buy me an espresso machine for Christmas..can't stand the stuff, but maybe a shot of that at 6 AM will raise me from the dead!
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Sunday, August 21, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Oh Father, Nooooooooo!
Nine years ago tomorrow I quit smoking for good. It is a decision that I have not regretted once. Now I feel the need to tackle another big problem: my weight.
Several years back, I gave up meat for Lent. AS much as I craved it, I stood firm. That Lent I lost weight and felt healthier than I have ever felt in years. Yet the siren song of a Quarter Pounder, of Fried Chicken, of Ribeye was just too much and ate meat like a mad man (which made me sick initially). I usually associated vegetarianism with malnourished hippie types who look anemic. Not being the hippie type ( I like bathing and all), I eschewed vegetarianism as a lifestyle and gobbled meat like a true carnivore.
On Camp Maccabee I came across two young men who were vegetarians. They were not anemic hippie types (though after a few of the outings they desperately needed a shower). IN fact, they looked quite healthy. After teasing them a bit, I started to remember how good I felt that Lent way back when and decided to use my birthday again (as I did with smoking) as a time to start a new path. So, at least for one year, I am going to try the vegetarian diet. Sure, I might drool every time I pass a herd of cows and contemplate a little steak tartar (or steak mooing). But I have battling weight now for 20 years and coming our on the losing end. So, Forest and Beket, either I will thankful for meeting you a year from now or my head will buried in an all you can eat meat buffet, ripping and snarling through the buffet like a lion tearing through a Wildebeest.
So my vegetarianism is not a political statement (I will still loathe PETA), it is a health statement for me, with the possible exception of a certain priest friend of mine whose entire diet consist of meat, I'll not look at you when you eat meat as if you are beating puppies. Ergo, please don't look at me as if I am some wild eyed hippie who needs a bath...even if I need the latter:)
Several years back, I gave up meat for Lent. AS much as I craved it, I stood firm. That Lent I lost weight and felt healthier than I have ever felt in years. Yet the siren song of a Quarter Pounder, of Fried Chicken, of Ribeye was just too much and ate meat like a mad man (which made me sick initially). I usually associated vegetarianism with malnourished hippie types who look anemic. Not being the hippie type ( I like bathing and all), I eschewed vegetarianism as a lifestyle and gobbled meat like a true carnivore.
On Camp Maccabee I came across two young men who were vegetarians. They were not anemic hippie types (though after a few of the outings they desperately needed a shower). IN fact, they looked quite healthy. After teasing them a bit, I started to remember how good I felt that Lent way back when and decided to use my birthday again (as I did with smoking) as a time to start a new path. So, at least for one year, I am going to try the vegetarian diet. Sure, I might drool every time I pass a herd of cows and contemplate a little steak tartar (or steak mooing). But I have battling weight now for 20 years and coming our on the losing end. So, Forest and Beket, either I will thankful for meeting you a year from now or my head will buried in an all you can eat meat buffet, ripping and snarling through the buffet like a lion tearing through a Wildebeest.
So my vegetarianism is not a political statement (I will still loathe PETA), it is a health statement for me, with the possible exception of a certain priest friend of mine whose entire diet consist of meat, I'll not look at you when you eat meat as if you are beating puppies. Ergo, please don't look at me as if I am some wild eyed hippie who needs a bath...even if I need the latter:)
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