On the First Day of Holy week...

Here is one way to observe Holy week that can be continued all year long

Come Pray the Rosary at comepraytherosary.org

     Come Pray the Rosary is an online rosary that is very easy to follow and is used by many people around the world.  You can choose to do your rosary individually or join in the rosary that others are praying.  On the bottom of this intro screen they tell how many others are praying with you. It is going on 24 hours /day and has a page where you can write in an intention and read the other intentions that have been written so you can pray for others' needs specifically. 

      Click the link under the picture and let Mary lead you through this Holy week.

A personal Exodus

        A few weeks ago Dashman and I decided that commuting to Wacko Alley to deliver papers every morning was getting too taxing on our sleep schedules, work schedules and gas tanks. So, we handed in our two weeks notice (causing much chagrin in the paper depot, as we had one of the largest routes) and contacted the paper depot in our own neck of the woods. This time it was I who signed the papers, officially taking the new route as my own. We spent some time over the next two weeks trying to train in our clueless replacement- but I'll let Dashman explain the painful details.
        We then started our new route, delivering PP papers. (NOT to the driveways! What do we look like- Barbarians!?) Anyway, so far it has been fairly pleasant, the people friendly and helpful, and the depot clean and neat. The route also covers the same area where we live, so the commute home is non-existent, instead of the half-hour drive we used to take.
        Last week, as we were finishing up the route, I mentioned to Dashman that we had two houses on Caramel that we had to deliver to. Dashman replied, "Caramel? I can't drive on caramel!"
       I rolled my eyes. "If the Israelites could wade through milk and honey, you can drive on a bit of caramel!"

To Know, Love and ...?

Yesterday I was babysitting again, a family of 3 little girls and 1 boy ranging in age from ten to three.  When we started to make supper, Miss America and Princess helped take the taco fixings out of the fridge, but the youngest, Captain America, began to cry that he didn't like tacos and ran out of the room.

"I like tacos" carolled five-year-old Madame President as she twirled around the kitchen, "I love tacos".  Then she pulled herself up conscientiously.  "No, no I don't love tacos.  I like them very, very, very much."

Ah, I thought, she's had that conversation, the one about loving people and liking things that all little kids get eventually.
"Do you know why you can't love tacos?" she continued rhetorically.
"Why?"
"You can't love tacos because you can't squeeze them!" she concluded with triumph, and returned to her twirling, leaving me speechless.

Honestly though, she's got a point.  Have you ever tried to squeeze a taco?