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All done...
May. 22nd, 2003 04:09 amWell, I am home. All the viewings, rosaries, and funerals are over. The one good thing that always comes from times like these is the reunion of family members from far and wide. It was good to see some cousins that I have not seen for years. And, of course, my unforgettable drives with Paul and Davy-boy. Hee...
I always find it odd that some kind of automatic pilot takes over when I am in church. With the exception of one year in high school, I have never attended services, CCD, or confirmation classes with any kind of regularity. But I know all the responses, the songs, and the order of things. Wow, Catholicism is soooo predictable. ^_~
I usually feel a little strange in church, like someone who has snuck backstage and is scared of being discovered, but unwilling to leave because they are afraid of missing something. I actually liked the rosary. There is something deeply soothing about repetition.
I am scheduled to return to work tonight. They actually held the meeting without me. Bastards. *ahem* See, why I don't follow the church? If I did, I would have to try and forgive the Day Team Beotches and my heart is not that generous. >_<
In nicer-type news, I have recouped my losses from the dream cel and have had the temerity to start drooling over more goodies. I think I better cool it. I am moving this weekend...
And speaking of that, I have already given the new place a once over and it looks faboo! The garage is a little scary, mainly because it's so narrow. But I dig it! After I get my stuff in there, I'll have to post a pic or two. Whee!
As you can see, my latest LJ icon is taken from my new Kanno watercolor sketch of Spike. Woo! Update forthcoming as soon as everything gets hooked up at the new place. *^_^*
I am having a nice flashback thanks to the song I'm listening to...Paul, the Kid, and I lying on the cool tile floor of our house in the Philippines. We're making up stories and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while the 'Little Women' anime is muted on the TV behind us. Awww...
I always find it odd that some kind of automatic pilot takes over when I am in church. With the exception of one year in high school, I have never attended services, CCD, or confirmation classes with any kind of regularity. But I know all the responses, the songs, and the order of things. Wow, Catholicism is soooo predictable. ^_~
I usually feel a little strange in church, like someone who has snuck backstage and is scared of being discovered, but unwilling to leave because they are afraid of missing something. I actually liked the rosary. There is something deeply soothing about repetition.
I am scheduled to return to work tonight. They actually held the meeting without me. Bastards. *ahem* See, why I don't follow the church? If I did, I would have to try and forgive the Day Team Beotches and my heart is not that generous. >_<
In nicer-type news, I have recouped my losses from the dream cel and have had the temerity to start drooling over more goodies. I think I better cool it. I am moving this weekend...
And speaking of that, I have already given the new place a once over and it looks faboo! The garage is a little scary, mainly because it's so narrow. But I dig it! After I get my stuff in there, I'll have to post a pic or two. Whee!
As you can see, my latest LJ icon is taken from my new Kanno watercolor sketch of Spike. Woo! Update forthcoming as soon as everything gets hooked up at the new place. *^_^*
I am having a nice flashback thanks to the song I'm listening to...Paul, the Kid, and I lying on the cool tile floor of our house in the Philippines. We're making up stories and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while the 'Little Women' anime is muted on the TV behind us. Awww...
