Archive for May, 2008

Touché!

Kasia May 7th, 2008

A preacher finished the service one morning by saying, “Next Sunday, I am going to preach on the subject of liars. As a preparation for my sermon, I would like you all to read Mark Chapter 17.”On the following Sunday, the preacher rose to begin. Looking out at the congregation he said, “Last week I asked you all to read Mark Chapter 17. If you have read the chapter, please raise your hand.”

Nearly every hand in the congregation went up. Smiling, the preacher said, “You are the very people I want to talk to today. . .

“… Mark has only 16 chapters.”

Clam here: I just realized I didn’t credit/attribute this. How does one attribute e-mail forwards that have been around for a gazillion years? Are they public domain? Do I say “unknown author”? Ack - I’m having a brain melt!!!

Preparing me for motherhood

Kasia May 6th, 2008

That’s what my cats were given to me for. I’m sure of it.

Dodge (the one pictured at the top of the blog) occasionally misses the litter box. Even though I don’t use regular litter boxes, as they’re too small and I know he has this issue. No, I use Rubbermaid containers that are at least 50% bigger than standard litter boxes. Two of ‘em.

Well, he seems to have just missed the box again, and managed to hit one of the curtains while he was at it. So my office smells like cat urine (which is a treat, let me tell you), and now I’m concerned that he and/or Miko might start peeing on the curtain between now and tomorrow morning, when I’ll take down the curtains to take them to the dry cleaner’s.

At least with kids, you have a reasonable expectation that they will grow out of it at some point…

Spine-building

Kasia May 6th, 2008

I don’t like conflict.

For some reason, when I was a teen and in my early 20s, I was very good at standing up and making myself heard. I think I was a wee bit argumentative. It came from a good place, but there you have it.

Anyway, for most of my 20s I sought to avoid conflict wherever possible. Hated it. Would go out of my way to avoid it, even when my conscience told me I ought to do otherwise.

So I suppose it is appropriate that the Lord seems to be sending me a lot of opportunities to do what I call “spine-building exercises.”

First there was the visit to my mom in New Mexico. That merits its own post; but let’s just say I had ample opportunity to defend the Faith, to explain why the Church teaches what she does, particularly with respect to abortion, and to make sure that there was no question on where I stood.

Then a dear friend of mine, in whose wedding I am standing up and who is standing up in my wedding, asked me to pledge him for a walk he’s doing for MS (his uncle has MS). I pulled up the organization’s site and checked: sure enough, they support ESCR. I told him, with much regret, that I would have to check with my priest before I could agree to pledge him, and sent him the link to the page where they enumerated their ESCR stand. He understood, but I was uncomfortable nonetheless.

Then last night, as TBS and I were waiting for my fridge to be delivered (it ended up being almost 9 p.m. when it was, but I’ve got it now!), I got a call from a children’s leukemia foundation.

I tried avoiding the situation first - I told the man it wasn’t a good time. Which was true - I had pulled out the old fridge and was trying to clean behind it. If I’d known for sure it wasn’t the delivery men, I wouldn’t even have picked up the phone; but I figured since I wasn’t 100% sure I’d better err on the side of caution.

He returned by saying, “Then I’ll make it quick for you” - well, thanks, pal. And he launched into a brief pitch about what great things his organization does, including making a last wish possible for children with leukemia. Kind of like Make-a-Wish, I guess, but it wasn’t them. This group also, I think, funded research, though I admit I was only half-listening to his pitch - hard to give your undivided attention when you’re wiggling a broom into odd corners.

So I asked, “What is your organization’s stance on embryonic stem cell research?”

He replied, “Positive.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t support it,” I said. “I’m a Catholic.”

Now, I could’ve done with a little more nuance there. Perhaps “I’m sorry; I can’t support embryonic stem cell research. Did you know that every other branch of stem cell research has yielded far superior results without the moral issues involved in embryonic research?” Or something like that. Simply saying “No, because I’m a Catholic” makes it sound like Catholics are happy to have cute little kids with leukemia die a miserable death just so that our delicate sensibilities aren’t offended, when of course that’s completely untrue.

But I think I gained a vertebra or two with that one. And I think the guy hung up on me. But you know what? I’m okay with that.

Last-minute prayer request

Kasia May 6th, 2008

I kept meaning to post this over the last few days, but kept getting distracted.  :-(

One of my very dear friends, Mrs. DJ, is having surgery this morning. Would you please pray for her to have a safe surgery and a speedy and full recovery?

Kasia May 2nd, 2008

From Ma Beck:

I called the Archdiocese of Detroit, and they gave me this information on the Mass for the 18 victims of abortion whose bodies were found in a dumpster.

St. Gerald’s Church
21300 Farmington Road
Farmington, MI
10:30 AM
Saturday May 3

Please pass the word and if you are in the Detroit area, please try to attend.

I will be with you in spirit and solidarity and I hope we can all offer prayers for the babies, their mothers, and their murderers’ conversion at 10:30 tomorrow.

Here is a map.

Also, if you have a blog, can you PLEASE post this info?
It was impossible to find any information online, which is why I had to call.

For those of you unfamiliar with the story, click here.

If my Saturday plans were one whit more changeable than they are, I would be there. Unfortunately, I have prior obligations on the other side of the border. I hope some of you will be able to attend this Mass.

Bishop Quinn is a very good man, by the way. I must say, while I don’t always agree with the decisions of the Archbishop and the auxiliary bishops here in Detroit, I have been very favorably impressed with them as people.

I hope you’re happy, Mr. President…

Kasia May 2nd, 2008

I am a happy little Clam right now.

Kit - I definitely owe ya one. Thanks so much for the tip on the scratch ‘n’ dents!

(What’s funny is that when I mentioned to my stepmother that that’s where I’d gotten it, she said “Oh yeah, I used to buy some things there…” but it apparently hadn’t occurred to her to suggest it.)

I left the evening job a little early and drove over to Livonia to the closer warehouse. Got there, oh, probably about 6:30 or so, and started walking around.

At first I just saw a small line of fridges along the back wall of the room. “Eh,” I thought, “that’s a pretty meager selection, but I’ve driven all the way across town. I may as well go look at them.”

So I did. And I walked along a little way, even down past the top freezers, just to see what kinds of things they had at what kinds of prices. And I came to the end of the row…

…and I looked in the doorway I had just come to…

…and there, spread out before me, was a literal WAREHOUSE of fridges. I almost swooned.

First I started just walking through aimlessly, looking at this - and this! - and this! WOW - a French-door bottom freezer for $700?!? (It had some door issues - I wouldn’t have bought it.) You know. That sort of thing. I was totally the kid in the candy store.

Then I knuckled down. First I tried to pull out my cell phone to call The Canuck and have him help me get a little grounded - no dice, as my phone was out of juice. AND I had somehow failed to bring a tape measure! But the store had lots of red yardsticks, which did the trick, and I started walking the aisles with a purpose.

I decided to eliminate anything that had any checks other than “New” and “Cosmetic damage”. Some things had been bought and returned, but I eliminated them because I wasn’t sure what might have happened while they were out of the store’s possession. Some said “New - damaged”, but I eliminated those - again, I have no idea what the “damage” is.

To cut a potentially very long story a little shorter, I found my new fridge. It’s a Frigidaire, 17 cubic feet, either silver-colored or stainless (I wasn’t sure which). Good proportions for my kitchen. The freezer’s a tad smaller than I was hoping for, but it should meet my needs, and the fridge isn’t overly tall, so if Canuck and I decide to replace or modify the cabinet configuration in that kitchen (the cabinet space is pretty meager), the over-fridge space can easily be used. It’s a bottom-coil model, and best of all, the energy cost estimated it at only costing $42 per year!

There is a big dent on the side, but it shouldn’t affect the function and it’s not visible where the fridge is going to be. What really sold me was the size and proportions, and that it looks a little more upscale with the silver/stainless front.

See, Canuck and I are almost certainly going to need to move in less than five years. My condo is 2 bedrooms. If we put all our books into storage, along with one desk and computer, we could turn the office back into a bedroom and house one or two kids there, but even with two kids, my place would be quite snug. So if we move past one, we’ll be looking to move, and in Detroit, the appliances nearly always stay with the house.

So I found myself thinking: if I were going to sell the place, what would my target buyers be looking for? Who are my target buyers? I realized it was probably a young single or couple, zero or one kids, or possibly someone approaching retirement. Any way it went, it seemed unlikely to me that they’d appreciate a big 18 or 20 cubic foot fridge, which would dominate the kitchen and take more power to run. They’d be much more apt to like a smaller fridge that fit in the space. And this fridge still gives me two more cubic feet than my last one, so…

I did buy a 3-year service agreement - my father told me recently that refrigerator compressors are breaking more and earlier, and that it was worth considering. And I’ll have to pay for set-up and delivery, which on top of the base price, the warranty, and taxes will put me over my actual tax rebate check. So hey - President Bush, Speaker Pelosi, and whoever else: I’ve done my bit. If our economy keeps flagging, it is NOT MY FAULT! I spent that rebate, just like you told me to!!!

Kit, I owe you a beer.

Kit, you ROCK!

Kasia May 2nd, 2008

Kit is my favorite blogger right now. That scratch ‘n’ dent warehouse? YOWZA.

I’ll be posting on the whole experience a little later. In the meantime…Kit, you freakin’ ROCK!

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