Blogging here has been a load of fun, but to stay competitive and keep adding markets for writing, I've joined Associated Content, --a consortium of writers that provide what is affectionately known as "filler." As such, they want any blog to be via wordpress, a more "professional" than personal blog provider. So, Chocolate For Your Brain will be moving. I've already transfered all past comments and pieces so you can still find all the good stuff. Think of it as getting a King Size rather than a regular snicker's bar. Same humor, same stories, just more of them, plus little extras on the side. (Yes, my informative and drier stuff will be here too).
I don't know when the moving day will be, as I'm still packing the blogging boxes at this point and settling on a paint scheme. It will be some time in the next week.
But, I thought it only fair to say, "Heads up."
Friday, April 10, 2009
There are More Things Horatio
My eldest son is in high school.
There is a band of four atheists (alright, self proclaimed non believers who probably just found out about existentialism by reading something in Wikipedia and decided it would be cool), that tries to give him a hard time.
They know he went to the March for Life. They know he comes from a big family. They know the faith means something to him. So they gather to heckle him at regular daily intervals.
The other day, as my son walked by, they jeered, "God is dead."
"No," my son responded, "That happens Friday."
Please excuse me while I pump my fist and whoop a bit.
As a side note, only three showed up to try and talk to him the next day.
There is a band of four atheists (alright, self proclaimed non believers who probably just found out about existentialism by reading something in Wikipedia and decided it would be cool), that tries to give him a hard time.
They know he went to the March for Life. They know he comes from a big family. They know the faith means something to him. So they gather to heckle him at regular daily intervals.
The other day, as my son walked by, they jeered, "God is dead."
"No," my son responded, "That happens Friday."
Please excuse me while I pump my fist and whoop a bit.
As a side note, only three showed up to try and talk to him the next day.
Monday, April 6, 2009
If God is Laughing, You're in Deep Trouble
Once is just a happenstance...
Friday, it was an early dismissal. The forecast was for scattered showers and a gorgeous afternoon. The one sheet of pure monsoon occurred while trying to load four children into the van for pick up. My pants were wet from my ankles to my knees.
Twice is coincidence...
Today I wanted to go to confession and so I loaded the van, drove to the church and when we got out to load the stroller so I could then push the kids across the parking lot to the building wherein the sacrament of Reconcililation was being held, the momentary but completely drenching rains came again. I was moderately damp the rest of the day as a result.
Three times and it's getting personal.
It hasn't happened yet but I wanted to try and head off the possibilities by letting the Almighty know, I'm paying attention.
Friday, it was an early dismissal. The forecast was for scattered showers and a gorgeous afternoon. The one sheet of pure monsoon occurred while trying to load four children into the van for pick up. My pants were wet from my ankles to my knees.
Twice is coincidence...
Today I wanted to go to confession and so I loaded the van, drove to the church and when we got out to load the stroller so I could then push the kids across the parking lot to the building wherein the sacrament of Reconcililation was being held, the momentary but completely drenching rains came again. I was moderately damp the rest of the day as a result.
Three times and it's getting personal.
It hasn't happened yet but I wanted to try and head off the possibilities by letting the Almighty know, I'm paying attention.
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