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I'm just sayin' one thing.....

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.....after watching the Kevin Costner/William Hurt film Mr. Brooks.

Demi Moore CAN NOT act.

That is all.

.....otherwise known as, "Hey I'm So Far Behind I Have My Choice of Lots of Questions!"

I would enjoy reading a meme about people’s abandoned books. The books that you start but don’t finish say as much about you as the ones you actually read, sometimes because of the books themselves or because of the circumstances that prevent you from finishing. So . . . what books have you abandoned and why?

I abandon books all the time. As I grow older, and my childhood dream of reading every single book in the entire world recedes further and further into the distance, I find that I have less patience for books than I once had. Don't get me wrong. I love lots of different kinds of books, and a book doesn't have to grab me by the arm and rush me through the revolving door immediately to be worth my time.


I can pick up a book and know that it is simply not the right book for me at the time within the first 30 pages or so.

And it has more to do with me than it has to do with the book.

Times have been a little tough around the MamaT household. Nothing major wrong. Just a whole host of little problems/concerns/nits to pick that have conspired to destroy my peace and normally stable personality. Because of that, the books I am choosing to read are lighter--there's a lot more Georgette Heyer and a lot less Flannery O'Connor.

I actually had Flannery's Everything That Rises Must Converge on my Fall Reading List. I read the first story in the book. It was genius. Complete genius. But it made me want to dive under my covers and cry my eyes out or, more likely, drown my sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry's.

So, that book is abandoned. For now.

And that's the key. A book rarely stays abandoned forever in my world. I can only think of ONE book that I have thrown away without finishing in the last 10 years. And that was One Hundred Years of Solitude. I had simply had it up to here with magical realism and could read no more. Even now I feel guilty about the abandonment, and the book'll probably wend its way back onto my "to read" shelves.

.....the McKid and MamaT recommend their newest book from the Children's Book of the Month club:


When Dionsaurs Came With Everything
Written by Elise Broach, Illustrated by David Small

Friday is errand day.

My mom goes on boring errands, and I have to go with her.

And this Friday seemed like every other Friday . . . until we got to the bakery. A sign above the doughnuts read: "Buy a Dozen. Get a Dinosaur."

I couldn't believe my eyes. Neither could my mom. "They must mean a toy," she said.

But when I took the box of doughnuts, the lady behind the counter said, "Hold on, little guy. Don't forget your dinosaur."


"MOM!" I yelled. It was a triceratops.

And the silliness goes on from there. It's a picture book, but it has really tickled the McKid's imagination. Worth a look for a Christmas present for a young dinosaur lover.

Happy Feast Day, St. Therese!


Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our father's love — difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul's miseries, her burdens, her needs — everything, because through them, she learns humility, realizes her weakness — Everything is a grace because everything is God's gift. Whatever be the character of life or its unexpected events — to the heart that loves, all is well.

------------------------St. Therese of the Child Jesus

OK, so it might be a "little way", but it sure isn't an "easy way"! This quote alone would take me the rest of my life (and then some) to achieve.

Yesterday's hymns


This is the hymn we started with. I love this hymn, because I love the scripture that it comes from. After my first confession, reading Psalm 103 was my penance. And what a lovely penance to receive!

This song was also used in Godspell, using a radically different tune.

O bless the Lord, my soul!
His grace to thee proclaim!
And all that is within me join
To bless His holy Name!

O bless the Lord, my soul!
His mercies bear in mind!
Forget not all His benefits!
The Lord to thee is kind.

He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait;
His wrath is ever slow to rise,
And ready to abate.

He pardons all thy sins;
Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,
And ransoms thee from death.

He clothes thee with His love;
Upholds thee with His truth;
And like the eagle He renews
The vigor of thy youth.

Then bless His holy Name,
Whose grace hath made thee whole,
Whose lovingkindness crowns thy days!
O bless the Lord, my soul!

Sung at SMV to St. Thomas. Sung in my office to a completely different tune!

Offertory was a blast from my past. Anyone of my age who grew up Episcopalian sang this as one of a small rotation of songs in Vacation Bible School. Every kid knew this one, and we marched along in place during the chorus.

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see His banners go!


Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before.

At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;
On then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
Brothers lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.


Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we,
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.


What the saints established that I hold for true.
What the saints believèd, that I believe too.
Long as earth endureth, men the faith will hold,
Kingdoms, nations, empires, in destruction rolled.


Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
But the church of Jesus constant will remain.
Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail;
We have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail.


Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud and honor unto Christ the King,
This through countless ages men and angels sing.


Sung to St. Gertrude. But you know that. Don't you?

Communion hymn was by Charles Wesley. Any Sunday is a good Sunday when it has a Wesley hymn in it!

Glory, love, and praise, and honor
for our food
now bestowed
render we the Donor.
Bounteous God, we now confess thee:
God who thus
blessest us,
meet it is to bless thee.

Thankful for our every blessing,
let us sing
Christ the Spring,
never, never ceasing.
Source of all our gifts and graces,
Christ we own;
Christ alone
calls for all our praises.

He dispels our sin and sadness,
life imparts,
cheers our hearts,
fills with food and gladness.
Who himself for all has given,
us he feeds,
us he leads
to a feast in heaven.

Sung to Benifold, but I can't find a MIDI for it. Sorry!

And finally, a song with one of the nicest tunes. The opening sounds like bells ringing.

O praise ye the Lord!
Praise him in the height;
rejoice in his word,
ye angels of light;
ye heavens, adore him
by whom ye were made,
and worship before him,
in brightness arrayed.

O praise ye the Lord!
Praise him upon earth,
in tuneful accord,
ye sons of new birth;
praise him who hath brought you
his grace from above,
praise him who hath taught you
to sing of his love.

O praise ye the Lord!
All things that give sound;
each jubilant chord
reecho around;
loud organs, his glory
forth tell in deep tone,
and sweet harp, the story
of what he hath done.

O praise ye the Lord!
Thanksgiving and song
to him be outpoured
all ages along!
For love in creation,
for heaven restored,
for grace of salvation,
O praise ye the Lord!

Sung to Laudate Dominum. It can also be sung to Hanover, but I like the other version better.



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