Thursday, February 18, 2010

I Have Eating Pears and Apples

While I am not from "Nawlens" as I say, I am from fairly close - Baton Rouge. I have since left the great state of Louisiana. Although, I would not be adverse to returning. The culture is great, everyone is Catholic, and no one mispronounces my cajun last name. Maybe God will take me back down there some day. Perhaps that is where my future wife is hiding?

The real reason for this post is to tell you about this great man. Mr. Okra. A symbol of the awesomeness that is the city of New Orleans. I don't have to words to express the smile this man brings to my face, so just sit back and enjoy this one.

Monday, February 1, 2010

The snow ruined EVERYTHING!

First off, global warming my butt.

Second, I had a date and I lost it due to the snow. I woke up in the morning to find my car securely planted in it's parking spot. Just to give you a hint of what I drive, it weighs 2100 pounds. This tiny little nothing of a car wasn't going anywhere.

She texts me three hours before our planned date asking for a rain check because of the snow. I agree - what else could I do? I was trapped, she was trapped.

I am just irked for several reasons. One, because I really wanted to get to know her better. She called me back to make a date, which surprised the heck out of me in the first place. So I can't help but assume I am in a better position than I originally thought. Second, I am going out of town in two days, so as to not appear like a desperate puppy, I have to wait an entire week before planning a make up date. Third, I have been stuck inside alone for the last two days and I am irritated! So blah.

On a lighter note, the snow is melting today. I am looking out the window watching it drip off my car as we speak. That means I get to go see my buddy perform at open mic night tonight. And that means said girl will be there too. And that means I need to work on covering up my puppy dog tail wagging grin that I get on my face.

Sometimes I lament...

Lord, I was born 100 years too late. Save me from these times.

I long for the traditions of thy Church to be widespread and known.

I long for never having to worry if a Mass is valid on any given Sunday.

I long for the peace and serenity that hearing chant and polyphony brings me...without having to drive two hours to hear it.

I pray for the day I can receive thy Son on my knees without being "corrected" by the priest.

I pray for my wretched soul. That I may put more trust in Thee. Give me faith. Give me hope. Give me love. Teach me charity, humility and patience. Make me vigilant and disciplined. Let me never fall into sin.