Rules for Dealing with Nuns

Sunrise over Albertson's #4166 - Saturday, December 9, 2006

Sunrise/Sunset: Right after watching the sun set last night, I got called in to work all night. During the lull in the action, I made the following observations. This is not an all-inclusive list:

NUNS

I spent Saturday morning, along with six of my children, helping the Missionaries of Charity.

Whenever we visit them, I have to remind the Noisykids to obey the nuns without question or backtalk. I have no desire to have to take one of my children aside and 'counsel' them when we should be working.

So I found it both irritating and amusing that whenever the sisters told me to do something, I had to stop myself from saying something, either a suggestion to do it a better way(read MY WAY), or worse, ask the question "WHY?"

Somehow I kept control of my tongue, and as I worked the rest of the morning, I began a list of guidelines which would help me keep a spirit of generosity and humility while working with the sisters.

By the time I was done, I realized the guidelines would apply just as well to dealing with my wife, or even God, for that matter.

1. Remember who is the boss. You are there to help, not take over.
2. Do not second guess what they want. They think in different terms than you do. They are thinking of things from the perspective of eternity.
3. Do not argue with the sisters. Refer to #1 and #2 above.
4. Do not tell them what to do.
5. Remember the nuns are modeling their lives after a Woman whose last words recorded in the Bible were "Do whatever He tells you."
6. The nuns(and my wife as well) are poster children for the term 'disinterestedness' - they are not thinking about what's in it for themselves.

Granted, I am the head of the household, and have the final say in matters which affect the home. But in so many things my wife has a better grasp of what needs to be done. In those areas I usually defer to her judgement; decisions about clothing, meals, and so many other important things are better left to her.

I am reminded of a comment made by James Stenson, on the subject of parenting. He said that the easiest way to become a successful father was to marry a great woman, put her high on a pedestal, and DO WHATEVER SHE TELLS YOU.

I have certainly done the first, and since my wife truly is the heart of our home, I am working hard to do the second and third.


ON ANOTHER NOTE:

I believe Our Lady of Guadalupe left an image of herself behind because she knew what St. Juan Diego would say when asked whom he saw:

“Beautiful Lady.”

Contrast that to the detailed description of Our Lady by St. Bernadette Soubirous, and you can see why the Blessed Mother supplied a picture. This is not to say that St. Juan Diego was incompetent; rather, it indicates that he is a man, and described things as a man would. For the sake of all of us, the Blessed Mother gave us the picture to make up for his limited description.

A gentle reminder:




I like how his blanket makes the turn before he does.

Gift Shop Items...and a bit of penance

Happy Feast of the Immaculate Conception!

Only at the Gift Shop:

Dining with the Loudkinder Family

You will love and cherish this family cookbook which has been in the Loudkinder family for quite a while!

Join the Loudkinder family as the children prepare meal after meal after meal after meal after meal for the Loudkinder parents, Elvis and Priscilla Loudkinder.

Enjoy their favorite fowl, beef and fish recipe - everything from Mahi Mahi to Pot Roast of Beef to Grilled Chicken to Fajitas!!

"They ought to have a blog!" - concerned parent

"The photographs are lousy, but the recipes are Grrrrrrrrreat!!" - Antoine Letigre, food critic

Valentine's Day is Almost Here....




...What better way to express your love than with a

Heart-Shaped Potato!?!

Pick up a Bushel Basket at the Gift Shop's Produce Section!

Repent!

Worse than an Discipline,

it's the Claymation Christmas Special Videos!

Enjoy.

December 7, 2006: View of the Empty Sky

LATE ENTRY - TOO BUSY TO BLOG

Consider this thought from a rabbit:

"But I have learned that with creatures one loves, suffering is not the
only thing for which one may pity them. A rabbit who does not know when a
gift has made him safe is poorer than a slug, even though he may think
otherwise himself."

from Watership Down, by Richard Adams, Chapter 31.

Count me as one of the slugs.

Today we remember those who died at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.

I think we have taken for granted the sacrifices made by our military in
the past, and, more critically, the members of our military who are
presently in the Middle East. And now, when the change in the political
landscape in Washington, D.C. suggests that we will bail out of Iraq, it
would be a good idea to look at what our military has done(and is doing)
to make it safe for people to go about living in safety and peace.

While I am not a pscychic, I would think that pulling out of Iraq would
just encourage more attacks on our country such as the one on September
11, 2001.

I am blessed with having several partners who are Vietnamese, and a couple
of them were refugees. They all have stories to tell of the hardships and
dangers of excaping from their couuntry, and the relief of getting to
America. When I asked them if they thought we should have stayed and
fought on in Viet Nam, the answer has always been 'yes.' I think that if
we bail out of Iraq, we will not only collect refugees from there, but
also more terrorists as well.

Now off of my soapbox.

No video today, out of respect for the memory of those who died today in
1941.

Another Blast of Mercy from Our Lord

Random Notes:

A friend of mine got the suncatcher pictured above recently. He had made a donation to a college, and got this in appreciation for his donation. I wonder if they ever thought of sending out T-shirts with the following caption on it:

"I donated to this college and all I got was this Lousy T-Shirt"

Perhaps that is what the hospital I work at is planning to give to the attending physicians.





Mercy, Mercy Mercy!

Once again, our youngest Noisykid, featured here in the Kitchen, has given us concern. She had been having fevers for a couple of days, and had all normal blood and urine tests on Sunday, so we attributed this to some wonderful little virus.



Today we took her back to the pediatrician to get someone else to look her over, and she had a raging ear infection. On with the antibiotics!



In our strange way we were ecstatic that it was not another urinary tract infection, with all the implications that come with that.


When I think about it, we have been blessed with a tremendous amount of good health. It has only been in the past few years that we have been experiencing what I would call an actuarial phenomenon, where we seem to be having a lot of visits to the doctor.



Considering the number of children I see who will probably not live to the end of the year, I can do nothing but thank God for the health that He has granted us.


My youngest daughter will always remind me of the concluding prayer of the Chaplet of Divine Mercy:

Eternal God, in Whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible, look kindly upon us and increase your mercy in us, so that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your Holy Will, Which is Love and Mercy Itself. Amen.

So whatever awful thing happens to us, we must understand that this is God allowing us to suffer for some reason that is beyond our comprehension. A good example of this is the actions of the Carmelite nuns who were martyred by the French during the Reign of Terror. The Scorpion and the Duck reviewed that book here. The nuns went to their deaths rejoicing in the mercy and providence of God, for they had offered themselves up to God in order to end the Reign of Terror.



Other notes:


The Captain wanted to remind everyone that there are plenty of berths still available on the Cruise mentioned here














Did you think I would forget a bit of mortification? This from the lead singer of Yes:









'Up With People' meets 'We are the World' meets Santa Claus. Hideous.

St. Nicholas' Day Eve

I went out walking the land this afternoon as the sun set and the wind started picking up. I took a few pictures of the property, including some pictures of prickly pears on the cactus. You can actually eat them. The prickly pear is the red fruit on the cactus below.

A funny thing about cactus is that the big spines or prickers are not the most painful part of them. The cactus is actually covered with a bunch of nearly invisible prickers, maybe three millimeters long, which get everywhere. They hurt, and when you try to take them out, they tend to break. Sometimes you end up with them left in the skin with no way to pull them out.

As I took the picture of the cactus, I suddenly realized that the patch of cacti was full of the sounds of peeping, or chirping. I tried to locate the noise, but as I started moving toward the sound, it would stop. Suddenly there was nothing but the sound of the wind. I guess the little birds know to be quiet when they hear something approaching.







I am so blessed to have this land that the Noisykids can run on. I am torn sometimes, such as when I find the Noisykids have been digging holes where I want none. My first inclination is to correct them - yell at them would be a better way to put it - but then I think that one day, after they all are grown up and are no longer referred to as my Noisykids, I will have all the time necessary to go around and fill the holes they have left in the ground.

It will be a lot harder to fill the holes left in our lives after they move into the world.


As a continuation of the Advent Penance, and in recognition of the Feast of St. Nicholas which is tomorrow, here is a song from a group hardly heard any more:




Here are the shoes, waiting for St. Nicholas to visit. I figure I will get a load of coal in my boots. I have not forgotten the handkerchief count.

Christmas Music Fact

The man behind Mannheim Steamroller is the same guy who had that big hit in the C.B. Radio craze of the 1970's "Convoy."

Brutal Week...

...Followed by Busy Weekend!

At one point in life(read adolescence) I thought I would never be loved by anyone, and would spend my life on the surface of this planet just moping about.

Now I can't go to the bathroom without someone coming to visit me.

What a trememdous blessing!

While we are very busy with a bunch of sick Noisykids, I would be remiss if I did not pass on a bit of mortification to you. If you can't pray, fast, or give alms, then you must watch this:




Sorry about the poor video quality.

Music thoughts

Most love songs were actually written dedicated to dogs or cats.

Advent is a Time of Prayer, Fasting, Almsgiving...

...and Penance.

This Advent, I will strive to be more serious in my blogging. But I wish to help you with small mortifications if I can. Here is the first opportunity to offer something up, if you wish:



Let it begin with me.

Thanks to Gerald Augustinus!

Remembering December 1, 1994

Today we recall the events of December 1, 1994 in Ann Arbor, Michigan.



On that day, three friends and colleagues of mine were killed when the helicopter they were riding in crashed. Apparently they developed engine trouble, and when the big blades stop spinning, a helicopter will drop like a stone.



I was scheduled to work as the flight physician the next day. This was my 'moonlighting' job I had while I was a resident and fellow. The risks of a crash were known to all of us, and my way of handling it was to make an act of contrition and pray to my Guardian Angel while the engines warmed up.



I always prayed to God that He must want me to live, since he blessed me with a large family and it just wouldn't be right to make my wife a widow. Whenever I prayed this way, I suddenly would be reminded of all the saints who grew up in a home where the father was missing. St. John Bosco, St. Maria Goretti, Fr. John Hardon, and others would spring to mind. I think it was God's way of telling me to stop trying to make deals with Him.



Once I was taking care of a patient on a transport, I was to preoccupied to think about the dangers of flying. And despite being terrified of heights - I have trouble standing on a ladder - I really loved flying. Every time I went up I would see some beautiful sight, from a beautiful sunset over the Michigan farmlands, to something manmade like the Christmas lights at Domino's Farms. Or in the middle of the night how each small town was a collection of lights in a sea of darkness. To really appreciate what the term 'ceiling' means, when we would fly below the clouds which looked like, well, a ceiling above us.



To see the flashing lights of emergency vehicles waiting for us on a night scene call, and watch them wheel below us as the pilot would turn sharply and drop to bring the helicopter around into the wind for a landing.



To slow to a stop in midair to wave to the passengers in a blimp over Ann Arbor.



The summertime flights where the pilot would ask us if we wanted the air conditioning on, which would slow us down a little, or keep it off to hasten the transport. No matter how hot it was in the back, the answer was always 'no air conditioning.'



The takeoffs from in front of Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit, where we had to stay outside the helicopter as far away and as late as possible, crouching on the ground with our headphones stretched to the limit because we had to make sure someone didn't try to approach the helicopter as it fired up its engines.



The winter night flights, where the mannitol we carried would crysatlize, and where all one wanted was to crawl into bed. Instead I would spend the night huddled in a five point restraint, thinking about my wife and listening to the chatter on the radio as the ground crawled below.



The time we buzzed my house, circling it and seeing the lights of the neighbor's houses spring on.



This was the first time in my life that someone close to me in age had ever died, and the fact that it could have been me is something I have thought about every day for the last twelve years. One would hope that having this thought, and seeing so many others die in my line of work that I would be ever mindful of being a good man and a pillar of virtue. This is not the case. I think for about 48 hours after the helicopter crashed I treated my wife and children more charitably than I ever have. After that, I was back to my same old self: impatient, selfish, lazy, and all those other characteristics I had tried to pitch.



So today, like every other day, unless I fall asleep too soon, I pray an act of contrition, resolve to sin no more, and keep close to the Sacraments. I know that one day I will end up just like those who died - Rick, Jan and Terry - and never again see the 'three in the green' - the lights that indicate that the landing gear is safely down, and that soon we will be safely on the ground again.

FYI

Various comments:

Please pray for the Bishop of Saginaw, MI, who underwent surgery recently. Pray for a speedy recovery. I saw this informationon another blog, and knowing how blessed the Diocese of Saginaw is with this new bishop, I wanted to enlist your prayers for him.

At the request of my wife, there is now another blog attached to my name. It is rather like the Duck Stalking Scorpion blog in that it is supposed to be technical in nature rather than full of pictures of Beanie Babies. See it HERE.

Handkerchief Count, Day 12(Day 11 was missed)

YESTERDAY'S HANDKERCHIEF BALANCE: 24

2 handkerchief used by me over the past 2 days.

0 new clean handkerchief in the sock drawer.

NET HANDKERCHIEFS: 22

Note the trend: no return of the handkerchiefs.

Gonzo Mysticism

This is the first in a series of commentaries on books on my recommended reading list. This is not a complete review of the book.



One of my most memorable Muppet characters is that of the Great Gonzo. He appears to be some sort of bird of prey such as a vulture. When he is first introduced in the Muppet Movie, he explains to the main characters(Kermit the Frog and Fozzie Bear) that he is following his dream to be a movie star. He plans on breaking into movies by going to Bombay, India. When asked about going to Hollywood instead, he replies that 'getting rich and famous in Hollywood was just doing it the easy way.'

This scene kept coming to my mind as I read Charles de Foucauld, a biography by Jean-Jacques Antier. More about the Foucauld/Gonzo connection later.

The situation in India’s movie industry has improved since The Muppet Movie was made, but we will ignore that for argument’s sake.

Briefly, Charles de Foucauld was born into a wealthy French family, lost both his parents at a young age, and descended into atheism and debauchery. As a young man, he joined the French army and served with distinction. He traveled extensively in Africa and the Middle East, writing books about his discoveries. Through the grace of God and the help of a few holy souls, he came back to the Faith. He eventually became a monk in the Sahara desert, and died there at the hands of the Muslims he had come to serve and convert.

This is an extremely simplified summary of the life of a holy man. I read this book because of my own experience with Charles de Foucauld. Years ago, I had a spiritual advisor, a priest, who gave me a prayer that Foucauld had composed. I was facing a lot of challenges at the time, and the priest told me that the prayer was written by a man who never converted a soul. I think his point was that, in the eyes of the world, both Foucald and I would be considered failures, but God sees things differently.

Here is the prayer:

My Father,
I abandon myself to you.
Make of me what you will.

Whatever you make of me,
I thank you.
I am ready for everything
I accept everything.

Provided that your will be done in me,
In all your creatures.
I desire nothing else, Lord.

I put my soul into your hands,
I give it to you, Lord,
With all the love in my heart,
Because I love you,
And because it is for me a need of love
To give myself,
To put myself in your hands unreservedly,
With infinite trust.

For You are my Father.

I love this prayer, and keep it on my PDA so that I can read it any time. The abandonment of self to God is a constant challenge in one who is so attached to the world, so any encouragement or inspiration can help.

I thought of Gonzo while reading this book because Foucauld seemed to be following the most difficult path to sanctity. In his spiritual journey he briefly joined several monasteries, finding each one not austere enough for his preference. He then became a monk, and even there wanted to live in the most austere surroundings. Like Gonzo, he did not want to take it easy, so he moved to one of the most desolate areas of the Sahara.

One incident bothered me more than the others. For a while, Foucauld was living in a hermitage near an oasis in the Sahara. This oasis was a center of trade, and had a French military outpost nearby. He was very busy, tending to the spiritual as well as physical needs of travelers as well as the soldiers. He was so busy that he found it difficult to lead a life of solitude and prayer, and this was one of the reasons he moved on. In my opinion, he was leaving a place where he could serve God as a shepherd to the large number of people who sought him out. He appears to have wasted his gifts by seeking an isolated place to serve God. I wonder what would have happened if Foucauld had stayed out of the Sahara.

To answer my own question, I suspect he would not be where he is today, Blessed Charles de Foucauld. I also suspect that I would have never discovered him and his spirituality, which has been at times a great consolation to me.


Blessed Charles de Foucauld:

A Bad Marketing Strategy

I just got this note from a religious order which will remain nameless, and I am flustered.

Recall that this is STILL the month where we pray for the souls of the Faithful Departed in order to relieve some of their temporal punishment while they are in Purgatory. The common ways to make restitution for the souls in Purgatory are to pray, fast, and give alms.

Now think about that last activity. A common way that people can offer prayers and give alms is to make donations to various religious orders (or the local parish) and have a Mass offered for the Faithful Departed. By doing this, we on earth can help the souls in Purgatory, and when they get to Heaven they can in turn pray for us.

Now if you were a member of a religious order which sent out cards which could be filled out to have Masses said for the Faithful Departed, and if you do this with the assumption that the donations that come in can assist your order financially, WHY WOULD YOU PUT IN A POEM LIKE THIS WITH THE CARD?

Safely Home

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! But Jesus’ love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.

And he came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father’s Will.

There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth –
You shall rest in Jesus’ land.

When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!

Yippee.

If I knew who wrote this I would record it here. They are probably too embarrassed.

The poem states that the deceased is in Heaven already. This would eliminate the need for the Masses said for one’s deceased relatives. If there is no need to pray for the souls in Purgatory(probably empty by now), then there would be no reason to send money to the order!

So I will stop sending my checks.

Please, after I die, find an order that will not suggest that I am kicking back in an easy chair by the pool outside of God’s mansion.

Instead, find an order or a priest that will remember me in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.

Thanksgiving Day Data Analysis

Here are some preliminary findings from Thanksgiving Day Dinner:

Meat: No preference when comparing the two borracho turkeys. One was roasted in a wine/chipotle medley and Rudy's Rub. The other was seasoned with a beer/poultry seasoning medley a la 'beer can' chicken. The gravy was declared a tremendous success.

Cornbread stuffing was a big hit, and will probably replace the old standby bread stuffing.

Corn casserole with jalapenos will probably return next time, replacing the jalapeno-free casserole. By golly, we are Texans, and we will have jalapenos with every meal!

Green bean casserole will be made with cream of mushroom soup.

Mashed potatoes, onion dill bread, and the desserts will continue. The pumpkin pie recipe may change to the new one.

Wine will be selected by Auntie Ofnoisykids, NOT dadwithnoisykids.

Sparkling cider will remain as the main beverage.

Ketchup will be discreetly placed in a decorative bowl on the table.

HANDKERCHIEF COUNT DAY 10(late)

YESTERDAY'S HANDKERCHIEF BALANCE: 25

1 handkerchief used by me today.

0 new clean handkerchief in the sock drawer.

NET HANDKERCHIEFS: 24

Possible Explanation for a Missing Cat

Maybe the coyotes did not get this one:

This evening, I had an interesting converstion with a rediology technician who acquired a cat about 4-6 months ago. It seems that one day he found one, not yet full grown, in one of the hospital parking structures. It was an orange tabby, similar in color to the one in the center of the above picture.

The more I heard, the more it reminded me of a day when my oldest son and I went for a Sunday afternoon drive/driving lesson in my car, better known from animal strikes as 'The Aardvark.' As we rolled down the driveway, I could hear frantic 'meow' -ing coming from the back of the car. We stopped and got out to look. Now, in the past, I had seen one of the kittens - an orange tabby - climb up onto the spare tire of the Aardvark; the spare tire happens to be attached to the underside of the frame at the back of the car. I know from experience that there is a little bit of room between the frame and the top of the tire - certainly enough for a kitten. I assumed that a kitten was up there and wanted to get off before we left, but I was not about to stick my hand up in the space to grab what was probably a terrified kitten. So we drove on; I did not hear any more meowing.

The next day, I drove to work - about thirty miles.

We never saw the kitten again.

I have no way of proving it, but it seems as if this story has too many coincidences for the cat to be one of our lost kittens.

It sounds as if he has found a good home.

I can only wonder what has happened to the kittens lounging on the drive shaft of the Big Blue!

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HANDKERCHIEF COUNT DAY 9

First go check out the Procession pictures on the Semper Fi website


YESTERDAY'S HANDKERCHIEF BALANCE: 26

1 handkerchief used by me today.

0 new clean handkerchief in the sock drawer.

NET HANDKERCHIEFS: 25

HANDKERCHIEF COUNT DAY 8

Sunday. A day to make sure all Noisykids have a handkerchief.

YESTERDAY'S HANDKERCHIEF BALANCE: 32

6 handkerchiefs used by the boys and me today.

0 new clean handkerchief in the sock drawer

NET HANDKERCHIEFS: 26


It brings to mind a song:

"Where have all the hankies gone?
long time passing...
Where have all the hankies gone?
long time ago.

Where have all the hankies gone?
Gone for Noisykids, everyone.

When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?"

Thank you, Joan Baez.

Yetzt auf Deutsch:

Sag mir wo die hankies sind?
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir wo die hankies sind?
Bist du nicht froh?

Sag mir wo die hankies sind?
Mit den Noisykid Nasen.

Wie sagt mann 'ever learn?'
Wie sagt mann 'ever learn?'

In 1972 bin Ich in der Schweiz gewohnen, und meinem Deutsche Sprache is nicht sehr gut. Verzeiung.

Christ the King Procession

These are pictures from the Christ the King procession after the Novus Ordo Latin Mass at St. William the Confessor Catholic Church, Greenville, Texas. There are probably more better pictures at the Semper Fi Catholic Forum.

I had to run a Noisykid to the bathroom, so by the time we came out of church, the first decade of the Rosary was done, and the procession was on the move. My 5-year old Noisykid and I ran around the other side of the block to get some pictures of the procession as it came to the second station. I was glad to have the sun to my back.

Here are the altar boys, complete with Crucifix and incense coming down the street. Somewhere in the pictures you will find the Roman Sacristan and Histor the Wise.




Here are the young women of the Sodality group following the altar boys and preceding the Most Blessed Sacrament which is under the canopy.



Fr. Paul Weinberger is holding the Monstrance holding The Most Blessed Sacrament. The men of the Knights of Columbus are tending to the canopy. Note the altar boys who walked backwards, incensing Our Lord the whole way.

There were four stations outside of church and on the church grounds, for the first four decades of the Rosary and for Benediction. While walking to each station, The Roman Sacristan led hymns in Latin, and children covered (lightly) the path with flower petals. The final decade and Benediction took place in the church.

Afterwards, a group did an elaborate Mexican dance which I believe is called Matachina. It is a very elaborate dance where the dancers move to the rhythm of two drums. Apparently the movements correspond to words of a prayer. They were performing the dance when we showed up for Mass, and it reminded me of Carlos Santana's live album Moonflower. There was a drum solo on that album which sounded similar to the music of the Matachina. Fr. Weinberger is in the right foreground. I think the girl with the red bow in the center foreground is one of my beloved Noisykids.

After a late lunch(pizza) and visiting with friends, we left for the day. We had not planned to stay, but since my wife felt up to it, we stayed the day.

As we left, the Roman Sacristan noticed Mr. Moose on the dashboard. He noticed a similar beard style they both shared:

Notice that Mr. Moose is covering his chest. That is because he is hiding a tatoo he got when he was a younger moose. It is the name of a business he was associated with at the time. Now because of that youthful indiscretion he has to be careful to 'cover up.' This is especially hard when one considers that mooses usually don't wear clothes.

Now my baby Noisykid is having her own procession, holding aloft a broom and singing 'alleluia.'

Beautiful Statue

UPDATE:

I have removed the picture I had here. It was disrepectful to Our Lord, especially on the Feast of Jesus Christ the King. During Mass today, it struck me just how inappropriate it was to exhibit this picture on my blog, and so I am removing it at the earliest possible time.

Today, my wife attended Mass with us, despite feeling under the weather yesterday. It was such a joy to celebrate the Eucharist with her, and lately my appreciation for wife has increased tremendously. The only reason I have my wife is through the love and generosity of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ the King, and to return anything to Him other than love and respect just smacks of ingratitude. Reparations will be made.

Check out this one the Missionaries of Charity were given:

You can tell which statue is real by the stigmata, the crown of thorns around the heart and the pierced heart.

HANDKERCHIEF COUNT DAY 7(late)

YESTERDAY'S HANDKERCHIEF BALANCE: 37

5 handkerchiefs used by the boys and me today.

0 new clean handkerchief in the sock drawer

NET HANDKERCHIEFS: 32

In Praise of a Large Family

This morning, Auntie Ofnoisykids took most of the noisykids to visit 'Amish World,' a theme park where one can live like the Amish for a day. It is located near Waco. Not surprising.



Wife of dadwithnoisykids, dadwithnoisykids, and three of the noisykids - the 15-year old eldest daughter, the 14-year old boy, and the 14-month sweet baby girl - stayed behind. The reason why is not important. What was very interesting to observe is how the baby reacted when most of her playmates left. She actually grabbed her 3-year old brother(closest in age to her) and dragged him back into the house. It is not surprising that the 3-year old did not fight her, because the children always seem to be extra patient and giving to the baby of the family.



After the other noisykids left, the baby suddenly found she had a new thing to deal with that she had seldom experienced: boredom. Her closest siblings were gone, and playing with Mom and Dad just didn't cut it. We would take turns playing with her on the floor, but we could tell she was not as interested in playing with us.



For a while she took a nap with Mom, but after that, she was up looking for her siblings again. She missed her two older sisters closer in age to her(9- and 7- years old) and her immediate older brothers(6- and 5- and 3- year old).



I have said this before, and I will say it again: one of the greatest gifts we have given to our children is the gift of siblings. This is not just with my youngest daughter. I have noticed it with my sons, especially how they will sit back and relax at the end of dinner and just enjoy talking about whatever rather than start cleaning up the dishes. It is heartwarming, and always brings a bit of a lump to my throat as I repeatedly tell them to get a move on and clean up the kitchen.





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Feeling the need for a prayer? My friend the Roman Sacristan has a great one for this season of materialisticism. He just broke 6,000 hits - congratulations!

I just broke 2,000 - someone from Portugal was randomly skating along when he landed on my blog. He or she will have a shopping cart to fill with all the items he or she can collect in 5 minutes in the Gift Shop - when he or she appears at the home of the Scorpion Stalking Duck Blogsite to claim the prize.


He or she has twenty more minutes.

Tomorrow some of the boys and I have to cut some grass. We took pictures last time: