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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
The Catholic Church sure did a number on us as kids. Enjoy your Sunday!
Jesus made wine and hung out with “sinners”. He probably swore to boot.
He is kind of awesome, regardless of what the Church has done to give Him a bad name.
i love the idea and look forward to reading about your experiences with religion!
I was raised Catholic too and I actually stopped attending primarily because as an adult, the cannibalism stuff bothers me.
For the past month I’ve been attending temple on Friday with my husband (he’s Jewish). And I’m not going to convert, but I have to say, I freaking love it.
It’s amazing where you find religious comfort.
I loved this. When I was about 12 I helped get the wafers ready for mass, er, I mean I shoved as many as I could in my mouth when no one was looking because I thought they were yummy. I guess some of the holy was lost on me. If you are going down for biting, where do you think I’ll go for stealing and biting and hoarding? See you there…
I think your new goal is a really good one. I’ve thought about doing something like that before, but I’m too chicken shit. I don’t like to get into religious WARS (because that’s what they always end up being) with people.
So here’s my religious-ish story of late, on someone else’s website. My husband was raised SUPER CATHOLIC and when I met my (insert in-law here) (sorry, I have to edit that part to keep my head attached to my body), she was still going to Mass a few times a week. Recently, because it’s snowing ALOT where she lives, she started tuning in to tele-evangelism shows, which are all Protestant.
So there was a family talk awhile ago at which point she mentioned that she was starting to doubt the Church and some of its teachings because of this tele-evangelism stuff. To which I responded that I could have given her plenty of material for doubt years ago and saved her the angst of watching all that crap television.
I wish that real-life came with the Internet’s power to DELETE and EDIT.
“Oh Me. H. Christ.“
I think this is a great goal. I’ve been trying to do some talk about my religious goals / thoughts over on my page because it helps me think through stuff to write it down. Also, if I write down things like my intentions for Lent & tell the whole inter-webs, then maybe I won’t flake out before the 40 days are up.
DDUUUDDEEE…it’s so funny because I remember all that. I remember going into the KID room because mom didn’t want to deal with me being loud. You know, IN THE BACK OF THE CHURCH where we always sat. the LAST row. lol.
I remember you and I goofing off and driving mom crazy. GOOD TIMES
Jesus, Mary and Joseph that’s GOOD STUFF!!! I am a reformed, er former, Catholic girl myself. Your story reminds me of my First Holy Confession. Actually, un-holy confession. The priest sat in his little box and there was a door on either side. When it was my turn, I solemnly entered, knelt down and said my little memorized speech (Forgive me father for I have sinned, this is my First Holy Confession.”). Silence. I repeated my speech (wasn’t he supposed to say something BACK? They didn’t tell us about that) and more silence ensued. So I proceeded to rattle off my laundry-list of predetermined sins. You know, I was mean to my sister, I talked back to my mom, said the Lord’s name in vain a few times… Nothing. I left and returned to my pew, where all of my friends were discussing their “sentences.” This one got two Our Father’s and a Hail Mary, that one got Three Hail Mary’s and a Glory Be. GOD MUST BE REALLY MAD AT ME, I thought, and knelt down and said an entire rosary. Would have been nice if someone had explained that the priest was simply chatting with my schoolmate on his OTHER side. I was traumatized…
I’m in big trouble. I grew up Lutheran with a single mother who worked every other weekend. Our weekend babysitter was Catholic.. so we were every other weekend. Since I was schooled in Communion in my Lutheran church (same town) I was allowed to take communion at the Catholic church. I don’t remember if anyone ever told me not to bite Jesus and how to hold my hands. I probably bit him everytime because Lutherans chew the bread/wafers.
Good thing Lutherans believe in grace. Of course now I am a youth minister in a Presbyterian church where your soul is pre-destined regardless of whether or not you bite Jesus.
I went to Catholic school for 12 years and was an altar girl.
What I find very interesting is that so many people I know who were raised Catholic are currently practicing.
Ha! Don’t bite Jesus. Words to live by.
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