Today I was cleaning out the car, and was feeling generally discouraged about life, because it was hot, and I was peeved. Then Mom came out and said, "Sheila, guess what I found!", and I had no idea what it could be. It turned out that it was my viola music which I'd spent long, hard, frustrated afternoons scouring boxes for and pleading to Saint Anthony to find. I'd even put a reward of a cake made for whoever found it... Anyway, as you can well imagine, it made my day. I'd spent almost 4 weeks looking for it, and then, the day before my orchestra audition, Mom found it. I was ecstatic. And extremely grateful to Saint Anthony for finding.
And then I got this sweater from LLBean that I've wanted for over a year. It's the best sweater I've ever worn.
And then I went boogie-boarding with the Melleins, and that was great too. I'm so happy.
Editors note: This post has been entirely positive, and I didn't say anything about how the water got turned off again this morning because Deirdre and my sink was leaking... Aren't you proud of me?
Another Editors Note: St. Anthony is a candidate for my confirmation saint. I'll write more about him later.
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So did your mom get the cake?
I'm going to make it for her this afternoon. Something that I find amusing about my whole reward thing, is that it made people look for it for a while, and I love cooking, so it's sort of a single reward for them and a double reward for me. I had my audition, and it went okay. We start practices on Monday, so I guess that means I got in... Whatever. I guess I'm happy. I sort of despise orchestra most of the time, though. *grunt*
It didn't make me look!
Thank God for Saint Anthony. Ha! all you stinking protestants don't have dead people finding stuff for you all day *thumbs nose*.
(Please note that I meant that in the most ecumenical way possible)
By the way, Sheila, just to give my unsolicited opinion, Blogger comments suck. you should check out haloscan.
Joseph, the Saints are no more dead than you or me. They are fully and completely alive in Christ. So don't go misleading the Protestants with your unwisely chosen words.
Alright, I recant my ill-chosen comment.
What I meant to say was " Ha! all you stinking protestants don't have people who are fully and completely alive in Christ finding stuff for you all day!"
You should totally chose ST. Anthony because I would really enjoy calling you Tony.
And by the way, Deirdre, I'll write to you in French eventually but I'm not finding it easy to express any thing beyond, "Ca va?" and "Tu aimes Califonia?".
I still think you should choose St. Gianna...
Joseph, that was a beautiful sentence. Thank you for your wonderful evangelism.
I personally like St. Charles, Shizzy. Or maybe St. Joseph or St. Michael. I would love calling you Joey!
How about St. Rhett?
There had better be a saint Buford. Because that name is too cool for there not to be.
Well, Joe, if there is a Saint Budford, you can have him. Look him up, dude.
Deirdre, you are nuts. Absolutely nuts.
Ouch. I'm really, really sunburned. Like an apple crisp that got left out on the window sill for too long, you know? Just like that.
Happy first day of school! *sigh* I wish my alarm had a snooze button. Yawn.
But oh-so cute!
St. Anthony...
Helooo, St. Cecilia!
Oh, I just remembered something- I brought home this book from my grandparents house called "The Fire of St. Anthony" or something like that; it's all about this whole town that goes crazy on the same day. Freaky. I have yet to read it, though; sounds like a thriller!
And what do you mean, you despise orchestra!?!? Sacrelige!
Hello, Erin? I'm already NAMED after St. Cecilia. Sheila is the Irish form of Cecilia. But it should be spelled Sile. That's the Gaelic spelling. And then if I lived in the north of Spain I'd spell it Xeila. Iain told me that the other day. I love that...
And guys, did I say it was free range on telling Sheila which confirmation Saint to pick? Golly, it's not that time yet.... *sigh*
...St. Gianna...
Sheila, I just wanted to post because I've been away from here for a while. Life has been good (of course, when life is filled with tennis it's ALWAYS fun) anyways... Sorry for not saying anything about the subject at hand. Horray for finding your viola music! By the way, I found these really great water drop cards and I'll have to send one to Deirdre one of these days. (you remember, 'I drip for you' with the kitchen faucet picture? Hopfully)
Ha! I drip for you desperately, Michelle. :(
I have to say that tennis is sort of ruining my life right now. *sigh* It's just because I desperately don't want to do lessons, and they're way to high a level for me, so I feel really stupid all the time... I kind of hate it, and dread tomorrow afternoon.
Thanks for the comment, anyway. I love you!
I finally believe in St. Anthony, as of last night. Who would like to celebrate my conversion by hopping into the wheel-well of an Oxnard-bound jet liner?
Ooh! Me! Pick me! Except I'm already here...
I was really proud of you, Deirdre. All those YEARS of you never giving St. Anthony any credit, and now finally... *sniff* It's enough to bring tears to my eyes.
But enough with the tears. I have Latin to do...
I would if I had 400 spare dollars sitting around. And I'd bring your letter with me! :) Shill, I bet you've been praying for Deirdre's conversion for a long time. Hurray!
If you had a spare $400, you wouldn't need to hop in the wheel-well.
You didn't believe in St. Anthony!!!???!!!???
In what sense?
Update already!
Deidre, I am sure glad that you finally converted. St. Anthony...*sigh* He is too wonderful to express in words! He totally has to be your Confermation Saint. *cringe* That is just my advice Sheila! You don't *have* to have him, but you two click like a jacket being zipped up...except that there isn't really a 'clicking' sound there.
Yeah, I guess Sheila Cecilia would be a little redundant. Sort of like Molly Mary or something.
St. Anthony is the BEST! He has helped me find many a lost item...
St. Anthony totally helped me find something today...my ring from Barnabas. I love you, St. Anthony!
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