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The Mass Blues

Yesterday we had an interesting (not so good) experience at Mass. When we walked into the pew a little, older lady glared at us. I thought I was imagining it. After all, we go to Mass in the first place so we can be holier, loving, Christ-like people right?

Well anyway we were having our usual experience with C. She was being a little louder then she should be and I was holding her a lot and shushing her a little more.  But I dislike sitting in the “cry-room” she tends to behave worse if we are in there and I feel disengaged. So the cry room is usually the last resort.

Here is a short play by play of me and C’s conversation:

C (reading a book): I see monkey, hee hee hee. Elephant wearing blue shirt.

Me: Please read a little quieter

C: Man up there wearing green shirt (pointing to the priest)

Me: We have to be quiet so we can listen to what he is saying.

C: Priest saying?

Me: The priest is saying prayers.

C (Loudly): “Now I lay me down to sleep, pray da Lord soul keep. If I die before wake pray the Lord soul to keep”, Cargine say prayers. Cargine help people.

(I will add that in the last 3 minutes of Mass she did throw a tantrum, try to stick the hymnal down my shirt then shout “no more church”)

So while C was being a little louder than she should have been, she was being mostly sweet and was fairly engaged with what was happening. She was singing during all the songs and reciting her prayers (perhaps at the wrong times), but for the most part I was very pleased with her participation.

Mean while here is what the older lady next to us was saying to the woman next to her:

Lady (clearing throat and glaring our way): It’s really hard to hear the priest

Lady: Parents these days just don’t know how to raise kids any more

Lady(once again glaring our way): Can you believe how spoiled rotten kids are these days. Their parents let them do whatever they want

Lady (clearing throat again): I still  can’t hear what the priest is saying

And so on.

Maybe its just me, but I get extremely frustrated when people act like this… To be honest in C’s life time I have a lot more people compliment her on how well-behaved she was, then I have had tell me has been acting  like a “brat”.

Unfortunately its the rude people who tend to stick in my mind and really get to me.

I will say that despite this woman’s comments I will continue to encourage C to say her prayers, even if it’s a little too loudly in the middle of Mass.

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Grocery Aisle Nightmare

Being the obvious super mom that I am, decided to finally take the plunge and plan out a menu for the week (which you can see at the top of the site). Of course many of you have been doing this for ages and it comes naturally to you.

But I however, have never gotten it together long enough to make this happen. Unfortunately it ended in me feeling like a major newbie. I got my recipes together (which, I will post with pictures throughout the week), made a list and set out to the store this afternoon. Obvious recipe for success. WRONG.

Here are the major mistakes that I made:

1) Created the list in order of recipes, not by category. So once I finally got finished with all the ingredients to one recipe, I had to go BACK to the produce aisle to retrieve yet, more vegetables.

2) Not understanding the layout of the grocery store well enough. I was constantly searching all over the store to find what I needed.

3) Taking C when it was not her prime time of the day. End result: both of us nearly losing our cool.

For all of you who feel like me, I took it upon myself to search the internet to find what a common grocery store’s layout is. Here is what I found:

I hope this helps many of you spare yourself the embarrassment that I endured.

Note: The picture does not seem too clear, but if you double click on it, it will enlarge.

My Pride and Joy

A few days ago J, C and I were walking through the grocery store when we were stopped by a smiling elderly man. He looked at C and then at J, and asked, ” Is that your pride and joy”? He was, of course, referring to C. J and I both smiled and nodded our heads in unison, that C was in fact our pride and joy.

Then with and even bigger grin painted across is face he asks us if we would like to see a picture of his pride and joy, as he excitedly opens his wallet to pull out a photo. Here we were expecting a picture of cute little chubby grandchild. That is definitely not what he showed us!

As I look down I see a photo of Pride and Joy detergent. All three of us cannot contain ourselves as we burst out laughing. C catches on and joins in on the fun. I could tell that the man was very pleased with himself and his little joke. After we were finally able to contain ourselves, long after the man disappeared, J and I discussed the fact that the picture looked over 20 years old.

This must have his much cleaner version of the old pull your finger joke. It was nice to see this elderly man still getting a kick out of the simpler things in life. Do you have a go- to joke that you always tell?

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