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"Gay nights make sad mornings."So true, so true. Last night, the Chef, Baby J and I wined and dined at the downtown Sheraton. Fr. Barron was given an award at the University of St. Mary of the Lake, Mundelein Seminary dinner. I was mildly concerned about bringing my nursing-yet-nearly-one-year-old baby, but the other award recipients were Mike and Jackie Winn. Most of their eight children, as well as most of their fifty-seven grandchildren were there. Baby J was not the youngest person in the room.
I love that the Winns were honored last night with Fr. Barron. The Winns have been long time supporters of the schools where we send Peter and Susan. I love that this amazing couple spoke of themselves as "ordinary Christians." I love that they spoke of their support for the Cardinal and the bishops in opposition to the HHS mandate, and that they are praying for the Cardinal, specifically for the virtue of fortitude. And I loved watching the look on the humble Cardinal's face as they spoke of this.
Amazing people in amazing times.
Halibut. and. Filet.
Baby J. met. the. Cardinal.
I. Am. So. Very. Tired. Today.
Perhaps that sentence above does not bother you the way it bothers the Chef and I and all of our respectable family members. (I'm sad to say that the Chef has some less than respectable family members. I can only justify their support for the Cubs as a penitential exercise in the virtue of hope.)
See, I'm from St. Louis. I bleed Cardinal red. The Chef is a White Sox fan. It was a per-requisite to our marriage. Cards fans don't marry Cubs fans. It just doesn't work out.
|Me, the Chef, Baby J's first World Series: Game 7, Oct. 29th, 2012|
So, when the Chef received the email reminding us to send in Peter's registration for the field trip, he sent this reply.
Subject: Re: All-School Trip: Registration Required - Autoforwarded
To whom it may concern:Why don't you ever attend a White Sox game? Especially, considering how the Cubs are very bad at playing baseball and have been for over 100 years.It makes sense to expose impressionable young men to examples of success, not to expose them to models of mediocrity and failure. For this same reason, we study the lives of the saints and not those of nominal Catholics.I strongly recommend allowing the boys to view a proper baseball team in a proper stadium.Best regards,The Chef
Well, he didn't sign it "The Chef." This is the response he received from the school.
Subject: FW: Response
I do like Wrigley Field. They let you bring your own food and drinks in, which they don't allow at US Cellular or Busch. That's the only good thing I can say about all of this. It is a dilemma, but we allow Peter to go, as an act of charity.
The Chef,As headmaster, the most urgent and sensitive of messages are forwarded to me for my immediate response. Being such a mission driven school, we are gravely concerned about the apparent disconnect between your perspective on life and that of (our school's). It is my sincere hope that over the next seven days you will be able to engage in some serious soul searching. While you may be lost, perhaps hope still remains for Peter and the rest of his siblings.I will be anxiously awaiting the attendance of Peter at the excursion next Friday. I will also gladly set aside a ticket for his father should he be able to break away from work and enjoy a game at the best venue in the major leagues.Regards,The Headmaster
|The Cutest Rally Squirrel at Busch Stadium, Game 7 and her ball from Texas Rangers' catcher, Mike Napoli.|
The head of our school also said something about how she has "an appropriate amount of sassiness."
St. Genesius stage debut* in the musical Dear Edwina Jr., a musical about manners. I am so proud of her.
*must remember to buy flowers.
Cari at Clan Donaldson tagged me in an 11 Things post. That is like a blogger's chain letter. It means that I need to post again real soon and answer all of her questions, plus think of my own witty questions and the bloggers I would like to inflict them on. Stay tuned...
Edmund may or may not be a hypochondriac. He likes to tell me about every weird bump, or scaly patch of skin, or mild abrasion, etc. A recent example of this is, "When I scratch this bruise on my leg, my ear itches." I never said he was normal.
Yesterday, he called me close to him, and said, "I have these things sticking out of the sides of my eyes."
"Yes, they are your eyelashes."
"Well, mine are long. I have girl eyelashes."
"You have beautiful eyelashes. The girls will love them. You have Zac Efron eyelashes. You are very lucky."
"Leave them alone."
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Last night, while driving around downtown, I couldn't help but notice the uncontrolled numbers of hipsters roaming the streets, with little to no regard for traffic laws. I told the Chef that there's a new game, "Clip a Hipster, Win $50."
|The hipsters we saw had much less head hair, and an excess of weird facial hair.|
No Hipsters were hurt during our discussion of the game or the Hipster phenomenon.
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