Friday, June 17, 2005

My last beer and other disasters

Ahhh… That was tasty. And now I’m out of beer. I’ll have to make my way to the grocery store. I hate that place. Every time I go there I am reminded how boring I can be. I get the same thing every time. Beer, orange juice, milk, bread, cereal, half-and-half, eggs, and whatever soda has the best deal. Geez. Now I am reminded that I am a person of very simple needs. I don’t know how to interpret that. Does that mean I am comfortable with my routine and don’t need spontaneity to fulfill my life. Or does it just make me boring. Hm. Probably both. Maybe this time, just for the heck of it, I’ll use House’s grocery list instead!
  • Chocolate Milk
  • Double Stuff Oreo's
  • Chicken Fingers
  • Smirnoff
  • Fruit Mix

Oh. This week it was announced that our parish will be divided into a parish and two missions. I get a new boss at the end of the month. The weird thing is, if I wanted to, I could call my first boss, have him put in a good word for me, and get my job back. But I don’t want my job back. I want to go to school full time to get edumacated! How else will I ever get to be a theologian…? Anyway, the practical implication of having a new boss is that they will probably pay me to show up every Sunday and lead Masses. More than just singing though. My title would be something like Liturgy Coordinator. At least, that’s the title I’ll give myself. It just means I’ll be working Sundays the same as I have been for two years now. I’ll also get paid more than I would if I were just singing.

I finished my class this morning. I got an A just like I figured. What a great class. Yesterday we took a field trip to the Jefferson Memorial (which is basically a temple of Enlightenment thought) and then to the National Cathedral (representative of medieval philosophy). Then we had lunch. I probably learned more by doing less than I have in any class so far. Goes to show how effective a learned and experienced Carmelite can be as a teacher. Too bad he has to leave the states and go be a pastor in Canada.

Oh, after talking to my siblings, I come to find out that there is a good chance that none of them will be around on Sunday to celebrate Father’s Day with dad. I have to come up with something all by myself. Planning and plotting (as many of you know) has never been my specialty. Fortunately, he’s playing a round of golf with mom that morning, so he should be good and tired. I’m thinking I’ll just get him drunk so he’ll fall asleep happy. What do you think?

Geez. I need to invite a few people over so they can see the house and decide if they want to live here when I’m gone. Bulldog slobber on the walls is definitely not a selling point. Get me a bucket and a sponge – I’m gonna be here a while.


  1. Dude - what do you actually EAT?? I'm surprised there's no "just add water" mac & cheese on your list (I just picked up some of that myself). You don't even need to have milk!! Is this some sort of shameless ploy to get your mom to cook food for you?

    Also - what's a Carmelite? Does it taste good w/ chocolate? (JUST KIDDING!!! Geez!)

  2. I only eat eggs, cereal, the occasional peanut butter and Jelly sandwich, Papa John's Pizza, and McDonalds. That's about it.

    A Carmelite is a member of a religious order called the... ummm... Carmelits. They began as one of the mendicant (begging) orders back in the middle ages, and are now one of the wealthiest religious orders in the world. They own most of Brazil dating back to Potuguese colonization.