Monday, February 25, 2013

I Have Called You By Name ...

Four years ago I was privileged to attend a naming ceremony. At the time we had two children in heaven, Casey and Zachary. I thought the ceremony was well-put together and very meaningful for all those attending. And despite the public ceremony, the naming part of it was very private. The next Naming Ceremony is coming up on March 3. If you are local and have experienced a miscarriage, still birth, or abortion at any time in your past, please consider attending this event. Here is the complete information:

"I Have Called You by Name..."
For those who have experienced the loss of a child through miscarriage, stillbirth or abortion, you are invited to attend the 5th Annual Naming Ceremony Sunday Mar 3, 2013 at 2pm at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church. This Diocesan event is for Catholic or Non-Catholic parents and their family who would like to remember their child/sibling/grandchild in a special way. Often a child lost due to miscarriage, stillbirth, or abortion does not receive a funeral observance nor are the children given a name, other than in the hearts of his/her parents. This beautiful and healing commemorative liturgy will be led by Fr. John Moriarty and will be followed by a reception in the parish hall. This event is sponsored by the Diocesan Bereavement Ministry and the Bereavement Ministry and Elizabeth Ministry at St Elizabeth Ann Seton Church. If you have any questions about the service please contact either Laura Napora at lnapora (at) juno (dot) com or Deacon Bob or Connie Kotzbauer at ckotzbauer (at) yahoo (dot) com.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Tuesday Ten: Truly Random

Another installment of a Tuesday Ten and I have to tell you that this is the first time I'm going into it completely blind. There was no thought given to this post at all until just about 10 seconds ago.

Ever want to know how a person's brain really works? This might give you some insight into mine.

Maybe. It might just prove once and for all that I have no thought process at all in regards to anything. Totally empty up there in the old noggin.

Sometimes it feels like nothing is going on up there. Especially when I sit down to write. I really do like writing, but I spend so much time using my brain for other things that writing becomes hard. It's an outlet for creativity but I have nothing left to give it.

I thought about that some on my drive home from work on Monday. I had a hair appointment Monday afternoon (rescheduled from Friday). So I had to leave work, go to the appointment, and then go back into work. I was half hoping that I'd have a little extra time and be able to stop at the grocery store after the appointment, grab a few things, run them by the house, and still make it back to work by 3:00 or so. But I've been going to the same hair dresser for like 6 or 7 years now, so my appointments are never short and sweet. We chat about our kids mostly and before I knew it, it was almost 3 when I walked out of there.

So I get back to work (and luckily found a parking spot--one of the dangers of leaving campus in the middle of the day with the plan to actually come back ... crazy, I know!) and it's about 3:15. I immediately dived into some tasks I was helping another librarian with. These are things I am not used to doing. I'm filling in on an as needed basis for a librarian who is on sabbatical (remember that sabbatical I took, yep, payback time!). So I'm working on her stuff and I was kind of getting into it. Plus emails still come in and other things pop up that I have to handle, but mostly it was this one task.

And here's the thing about that one task ... it was something different. I enjoyed it! I get kind of bogged down in doing the same thing in my job all the time, as much as I like my job, it is nice to do something I'm not used to doing.

But that wasn't the point (sorry, randomness ensuing), I got so into what I was doing that before I knew it, it was after 5. By the time I packed up and headed out the door it was 5:20. Get to the car, get to the daycare, get the boys into the car (that's always a task!!), get home, immediately start helping hubby with dinner, change a diaper, eat dinner and try to get the boys to eat their dinner, and then suddenly, because of the lateness that I left work which caused our arrival home and dinner to be late, it is now bath time and bedtime. Phew!! I felt like I did nothing but run, run, run from 3 o'clock on.

But that wasn't all. I felt the need to also do a load of laundry (okay, it actually did need to be done) and go to the grocery store.

And somehow I still decided to write a ten minute post for Tuesday before going to bed. Which, of course, took loner than ten minutes. Maybe I should change these posts to Friday Fifteen. Ha!

Saturday, February 02, 2013

A New Spin on Eating your Vegetables

I was cleaning up after lunch today, wet rag in my hand, wiping off the table. Hubby had just finished wiping the boys off and getting them down from their seats. And that's when the following conversation ensued.

Me: Chris, come get your son, he's eating off the floor.

Hubby: Well, that's the only way he's going to eat any vegetables.

There wasn't anything I could say in response to that, because he's right. Vegetables on the plate or tray are apparently not nearly as good as vegetables on the floor.