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The Roman Catholic Church in Spain has condemned plans by the socialist Government to legalise marriages between same-sex couples.

The Spanish bishops conference says if the proposals go ahead, it will be like releasing a virus into society.

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another fine quote from my beloved antoine


a rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. ~ antoine de saint-exupery

what's up with this love/hate hooey?

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What herb are you?
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this is the umpteenth quiz that has declared people either love me or they hate me. it's freakin' me out.

okay, i'm headed out to houston to attend my grandfather's wedding. yes, you read that rightly! my grandfather's wedding. he's happy, she's happy, we're still stunned, but at least we're stunned with goofy grins on our faces.
prayers for the newlyweds will be appreciated. yes, it's sudden; and no, she isn't pregnant!

that's all you C...BS

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what's up with this CBS horsepuckey? i don't watch the news, and i'd rather put a cigarette out in my eye than watch 60 minutes (especially since andy looney is still allowed to open his fat yap) ... but i keep hearing all this broo-ha-ha about how rather personally vouched for this yokle of a source. now cbs is admitting it made a "mistake." a mistake?

this just further solidifies my disdain for the media in general.

major congrats to the zteen

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when kerrybody else fails you

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smockmomma's stance



like, who are you?

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the following post is being made because i'm tired of being so serious. God Himself tells us that a merry heart does good, like medicine; but a broken spirit dries the bones. [prov17.22] the last thing we need now is a broken spirit or dry bones, so...

thanks to the, i got to spaz on a totally rad site that gives tubular renditions of your translates you into valley, dude. \since i'm so a child of the eighties, like, it shows how totally far out the summa mamas are! according to the valley url, we rock hard. but, i think i can do, like so much better, you know? so here goes my tubular take:

Kirsten--The crunchy spaz. Mother of four. Homeschooler and totally artsy-fartsy. Anyway... Soft-spoken and, like, one fine muffin. Doesn't do labels, but like we give her one anyway, you know?

Micki--AKA Smockmomma. Like, the bitchin one. Negative-lame, hands in the air, Holy Spirit lovin' to the max mother of four. Don't be a bonehead, totally visit the Smockmomma's spazpage or get gagged with a spoon!

Terry--The rad dudette who like, knows how to use like a rotary phone, you know? Mother of one homeschooled dude, Aunt Tewwy to the McBaby and a max of other chickens. Old enough to totally have been the other two's (ahem) babysitter, thank you very much.

waiting for the call

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i've spent the better part of the last four days waiting for "the call" -- the one that will supposedly explain the reason for my sister's inability to recover from what should have been fairly routine knee surgery.

of course, the problem is that since my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer four years ago there is no such thing as "routine" surgery of any kind anymore. even though, thanks be to God, my sister survived the patchwork butcher job they had to do on her body to get the cancer out and even though, thanks be to God, she has been a cancer survivor for four years, the team of "experts" who are her doctors explained that the numbers game -- the one in which they tell her she could have a good 5 to 10 years left as long as her body remained in remission, as long as her body fought for her and not against her -- that numbers game is really just a guessing game. this team of experts is not God after all. they may work for Him, but ...

so a few weeks ago, my sister goes in for "routine" knee surgery, but the blasted incision won't heal. hmmmm. the doctors didn't like the look of it. it's almost been five years of remission? hmmmm. they really didn't like the look of that.

so, my sister goes in and has some tests. tests. and more tests. this is my sister who has had more tests run on her than any human should ever have to undergo. this is my sister who has never smoked a cigarette and never touched a drop of alcohol and never engaged in any remotely risky behavior in her life. she's the sort of person who, when they are diagnosed with such an ugly damn disease you scratch your head and wonder, what the hell? she's one of the few human beings who actually walks the same spiritual path she talks. she loves the Lord and He loves her. so, what the hell? this is the sister who, as she was being wheeled into surgery to have her breast and muscles and lymph nodes cut off and ripped out, turned her head to me and said, "sister? i don't know what tomorrow holds, but i know Who holds tomorrow. okay?"

when her knee wouldn't heal like it was supposed to, she went back to the doctors to find out what her body was doing to her this time. well, they ended up saying a bunch of highfalutin medical terminology which basically scares the crap out of the average listener and it boils down to this: the cancer is back. which cancer is eating her up this time? well, it may not be the cancer, but it's some sort of cancer. we just need to figure out what kind. the bad kind or the really bad kind.

at first my sister didn't seem to care which kind. she's tired of it and said that she'd already sworn off both "c" words -- cancer and chemotherapy. been there, done that, not gonna do it again. but it may not be the really bad cancer, they told her. so, don't count chemo out completely.

so she's been waiting to see if it's the "good" cancer -- the sort of treatable kind. and we've all been waiting for the call.

well, the call finally came just a few minutes ago. my sister has been diagnosed with something called myelodysplasia, an unusually melodic word that describes a disorder that royally mucks up your marrow. it seems she's been thrown a bone, so to speak. this isn't the really bad bone cancer that they feared would kill her in a few months. this is the just the bad bone marrow cancer that they may be able to treat with a bone marrow transplant and just a little bit of chemo. now we have to find a bone marrow donor. her mother, daughter, and female siblings will be the most likely matches.

so now, i'm just waiting for the call.

but instead of going home, he stayed out the entire weekend playing golf with the boys and spending his entire paycheck.

When he finally appeared at home, Sunday night, he was confronted by his very angry wife and was barraged for nearly two hours with a tirade for his actions. Finally his wife stopped the nagging and simply said to him, "How would you like it if you didn't see me for two or three days?"

To which the husband replied, "That would be fine with me."

Monday went by and he didn't see his wife.

Tuesday went by and he didn't see his wife.

Wednesday came and went with the same results.

'sworth repeating

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TSO of video meliora, the most down-to-earth highbrow in st. blog's parish, on where are the saintly economists?:

"I've been hearing lately several politically liberal Christians railing against conservatives who 'call themselves Christian'. In our diocesan newspaper a columnist upset at Republican economic policies warned that not everyone who says, 'Lord, Lord' will be heard - which I think is the atomic bomb of Christian rhetoric. When Jesus said that some who call out to Him will not be saved, well, I just don't think we should be in the business of flinging that passage around."

m'lynn, fellow TEXAN, of scattershot direct:

"Great, according to this political survey, my political leanings make me somewhat like Stalin. Guess that's not too surprising . . . .Alas."

happy birthday to lady laura


dear God,

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we need our mr. luse & co. please keep them all safe under Your wing. we love 'em. amen.



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