For those stuck in areas of heavy rain and floods, here’s a little movie to get you started on a good rainy day project. Keep safe.
Love you all,
I don’t know what to say. I got lost on the way to the internet? I misplaced my blog dashboard while Spring cleaning? Drugs. Yeah, I can blame it on my drugs! Nah, that’s getting old. I’ll just have to say it….Bless me bloggers for I have slacked, it’s been weeks since my last blogpost and to tell you the truth, that one only took me 3 minutes to put together. Although it’s a good thing for the intertubes to be free of rubbish like my posts, but being such a small blog, it’s not that noticeable, especially if you compare it to the trash on Huffington Post.
Anyway, here I am, in black and white. My Habit…get it? (Groan).
I keep trying to think about what I’ve been doing lately. “It’s all a blurb” as my daughter would say when she was 4 and asked why she didn’t do her homework. I’ll be honest, I did have a few days that I “crashed” after getting some bad news from my daughter. For some reason, the drugs didn’t do their stuff and it took me awhile to “get my head on straight” and focus on…..anything. I hate it when that happens. But not to worry, Nunly snapped out of it and I’m back to my old annoying self again. I’m even giving my hubby the business about Obama, which I haven’t done in a long time. I just suggested that we call him to pay for the new sidewalks the city is replacing in front of our house. They want us to pay 40% of the costs. That’s bull!!!! I want FREEEEEEE sidewalks and a free cell phone to go with it! What’s wrong with this country???
I haven’t been watching TV lately, but from what I’ve heard, they STILL haven’t found Bigfoot, and the White Sox are winning and losing ugly….but even I could have predicted that. Duh. I haven’t bothered to go to any of the games yet because I don’t think 30 degrees is an acceptable temperature for baseball season if you don’t have a ball field with a retractable lid on it, like in Wisconsin. Those Cheeseheads know how to watch a game….warm, cozy and drunk.
Rumor has it that the term “Bible Thumper” has been thrown at us fine Christians from Bill O’Reilly. Seriously? Like I care what Mr. Loofah has to say about us? Besides, I never “thumped” a Bible in my life. Not to mention, as much as I love my faith, I don’t walk around with my Bible because it’s too heavy, and I was never very good at memorizing Bible verses. I can’t even remember my kid’s names most of the time. How am I supposed to remember all those people that were “begetting” their heads off thousands of years ago, not to mention what they all said. I will admit, though, my neighbor called me a Bible thumper once (behind my back, of course), but I forgive her because Jesus told me I should forgive everyone, even when they’re assholes. Not in those words, of course. Like I said, not good at memorizing scripture.
I also heard that North Korea is making a big stink and threatening to bomb the US. I wonder if I would get in trouble for giving them the coordinates to Obama’s favorite golf course? Chances are that he’ll be there and not in the White House doing his job. Just sayin’.
Well, folks, that’s my crappy post for the day. I’ll try to get another one out (I’ll bet you can’t wait) in a much more timely fashion. I can’t promise you that my writing will improve, but I’ll make an effort to spell-check and stuff. If you want quality writing, you’ll have to go to a library.
Have a nice evening and morning…and afternoon and stuff. I’ll be working tomorrow morning, but by noon I’ll be back home and visiting everyone else.
Love you all,
Nunly
28
Mar
13
See….I can do music video’s too!
I’m posting this tonight since I won’t have time tomorrow. Nunly will be on the runly to do her Eucharistic Ministry and I have a short amount of time to fit everyone on my list (Communion cannot be distributed by a lay person after 3:00 pm on Good Friday), not to mention all the other Easter Triduum services to attend.
Enjoy!
Love you all,
Nunly ♥
26
Mar
13
I AM THE GREAT SUN
I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
I am your husband, but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me,
I am the captain but you will not obey.
I am the truth, but you will not believe me,
I am the city where you will not stay.
I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me,
I am that God to whom you will not pray.
I am your counsel, but you will not hear me,
I am your lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,
I am the holy dove whom you will slay.
I am your life, but if you will not name me,
Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.
By Charles Causley, © -1, All rights reserved.
For some reason, this poem which I read eons ago, just touched me so much. Being that this is Holy Week, an important time of the year that I try my best to “feel” the Passion of Christ and look into my own soul to see where I have succeeded and where I have failed.
The Agony in the Garden is one of the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosaries that I struggle with the most. It’s not that I don’t understand Our Lord’s sorrow, I just can’t help but wonder how anyone can love humankind that much to suffer in the Passion that he chose. I understand slightly what it’s like to have a faith that I love so much, and am unable to discuss it or show it in many ways in my own home….it can make for a very lonely existence at times. But, when I come to pray on the Sorrowful Mystery of the Holy Rosary, I don’t feel so alone anymore.
I know I don’t often put up a religious post, because I know of so many who come here are not “into” the religious theme…..but I ask that you please placate me. And for those who don’t mind, I sure can use your prayers. For those who don’t pray….send me and especially my daughter Lisa and her children Christian, and Liana a few good thoughts our way, if you don’t mind.
Love you all,
Nunly
Yes, it’s true, you mugs didn’t get rid of me for good. I’m back and ready to change the world with my droll writing and infantile patter that is meant to entertain anyone smarter than me (and that would be just about anyone on the internet).
It’s also true, I could have gone down to the cold basement and used the PC there, but because my slackitude has reached astronomical heights, stayed upstairs. I did check my e-mail, I think twice, but that was also too much of a burden for this lazy nun. Not to mention, I sorta had a crash and burn for a while….something to do with forgetting to take my pills on multiple occasions. It wasn’t a pretty site…just ask my fellow Sisters.
“Please tell me she isn’t off her meds again. Oy.”
Now, what in the world has Nunly been up to? I’ve been up to my eyeballs in cats and dogs. The worst part about that is that I find cats to be much more amusing than dogs. It was fun for awhile, watching the Siberian Husky figure out where he fit in with this new pack of humans and animals, but I think he has it down pat. He knows that the Chocolate Lab may be shorter than him, but she has him on weight and muscle and she can bowl him over like a tank if she wants to. She took over his crate during the day and we have to kick her out at night so he can go in there. We tried to make that his “safe haven”, but after being growled at (or just ignored and refused to move) he gave up and doesn’t bother with the crate until it’s time for bed at night. Then he jumps in, thinking that he just got some kind of treat, until the door is clamped shut and he realizes he’s in jail for the next 8 hours or so.
The Husky isn’t all wimp, though. He has made himself the “keeper of the bones” and won’t allow my dog to have any of them unless they’ve been thoroughly chewed by him first. He puts them all in front of him and lays his front legs on top of them, protecting his stash from the big fat Lab. Kinda the same way I protect my stash of drugs from interlopers.
The cats have figured out that I’m a wimp and incapable of training them to listen to me. They jump on the kitchen counters and table with abandon, and even use the kitchen table for a sun tanning spa during the morning hours. But if the hear my husband coming down the stairs, the run for the hills. He’s the big bad man who yells at them and will even resort to shoving them off the table like they are nothing more than a mere animal. Sometimes the female will back-talk as she is walking away, always has to get the last meow in. The male, Arthur, however, doesn’t take it personal. There are plenty of other places to explore in this house that aren’t under the watchful eye of the hairy man human. He’ll just wait until he goes to work to jump back up on the table.
Being away from the internet for long periods gave me a chance to escape from the news of the world. We all know that you can’t get real news on TV, so why bother? The newspapers aren’t much better. But the few times I read my e-mail, there were dozens of “News Alerts” telling me what color shoes he wears, that he takes a bus, and does his own laundry. Big deal, I trained my husband to do all those things a long time ago. He does look like a nice guy and when I see his picture, I feel myself wanting to say, “Hey, Francis, wanna canoli or somethin’?” He’s a very likable looking chap.
Here is the conversation between my husband and I when I first heard the news he was elected Pope.
Nunly: “Hey, Frank, the Pope took your name! Don’t think I’m going to call you, “Your Eminence” or anything, though.”
Frank: “Fine, you can just kiss my ring.”
Nunly: “You can kiss my ass.”
Frank: “Kinda figured that would be your reply.” “What’s for dinner?”
End of discussion about the Pope. Somehow, our discussions always end with food.
I noticed that our illustrious pols from “A-merica” went to see the new Pope. Of course, they sent the Catholic ones….ha-ha. Yup, Pelosi and VP Biden went. I heard that Biden refused to kiss the Pope’s ring because he thinks he’s better than the Pope. If I were Francis, I would have told him, “You don’t need to kiss my ring, son, you can kiss my ass.” But I guess Pope’s are taught they shouldn’t say stuff like that out loud. I don’t have the same filter that they have because I’m still workin’ my way up the Catholic ladder to sainthood. I’m on about rung three right now. Only 300 rungs or so to go and I’ve got it…gettin’ close!
Oh, and while Obama sent his two top lapdogs to Rome, he went to Israel. I couldn’t believe my ears that Netanyahu would let him come visit, but he’s more diplomatic than the Obama trash we have in the White House. If it were me, I would have made sure that Obama was given absolutely NO press coverage. That would be the ultimate insult to him. I heard Obama even stopped by the Church of the Nativity and lit candles. Of course, the candles weren’t lit for prayers for his Country, or the millions of poor we now have thanks to him. He lit them for himself and his family. Like I said, White House trash. Obama did say he was looking forward to working with the new Pope. That made me laugh. I’m sure he has some great ideas on how to cleanup the corruption in the Vatican Bank. Maybe they’ll be discussing the HHS Mandate in our healthcare law….maybe that’s why Obama didn’t have the balls to visit the Pope and sent his lackey’s instead.
Ok, I’m going to end this post and try to do something useful around the house, like playing with the cats. Now that Nunly’s computer is up and running (thank you hubby for fixing it for me and it only cost $17!), I’ll be stopping by your places. Sorry I’ve been gone so long, but really…..you would not have wanted to me to be anywhere around you in the last few weeks, I was a total mess. And the first one who makes a crack about how that is the norm, I’ll give ya a smack right upside the head. 
Love you all,
Nunly
PS: Just as I finished this post, my husband and son took the dogs for a walk and as soon as they left the house, both cats jumped on the kitchen table to lick my husband’s cereal bowl clean. Sigh. Maybe I should try my Wonder Woman spin around thingy and lasso them with my golden truth rope, or kick their kitty butts with my tall red boots. But they’re so darn cute. My gosh, I’m a cat zombie. Help me.
05
Mar
13
DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES……
Ok, that’s just a nicer way of saying that clumsy nunly had managed to spill a good amount of her canned La Croix seltzer water on her laptop computer over the weekend. For now, we’re trying to let it dry out on it’s own, and although I can peruse the web now, which I couldn’t do yesterday, I still can’t type anything because half my keyboard doesn’t work. I’ll give it another week, and if it’s still out, I’ll have to bring it in to be repaired (probably replace the keyboard).
That said, this is one of the reasons I’ve fallen silent on this blog and yours. I can’t type anything in your comment sections unless you don’t mind getting a message like this: I hgblsilho agrii. So, I’m reduced to coming down to the dungeon and use my husband’s pc. I really hate this computer because it has one of the keyboards that are supposed to help keep you from getting carpal tunnel syndrome, but in reality, the keys are off just enough to make it a royal pain in the wimple to type. Not to mention, it’s damned cold in this basement. Although finished, it’s always cold down here, which is fine for my husband because he’s a snake. Ok….not really. I should be nice. I get mean when I’m cold.
So, most of the time I’ll be reading your blogs and if I try to leave a garbled message, just assume it’s a snide comment, a comment in agreement, or I had a stroke. I can get down to the basement in the morning and sometimes in the evening if my husband is hogging it. The rest of the day I have to be upstairs where the dirty laundry and dishes are waiting for me. It wouldn’t kill me to vacuum either.
Have a good day, and keep your drinks away from your keyboard. Or, keep me away from your keyboard.
Oh….and for those asking, I have not been invited to the Conclave, nor do I have a snowball’s chance in hell of becoming Pope or anything else in the Catholic hierarchy…..which in my opinion is a smart move. Could you imagine how much I could screw up the Vatican when I can’t even drink soda water and blog at the same time??
Love you all,
Nunly
28
Feb
13
MAYBE THERE IS HOPE FOR US YET
After reading the article earlier this week about a bunch of college kids who decided that it would be fun to play “abortion battles” for a birthday celebration, my stomach turned. I couldn’t even watch the video, just reading about it made me sad for our kids, sad for our society, and sad for humanity in general.
Then I saw this You Tube, this morning…..
Nunly is smiling again. There’s still hope, there’s still real love out there. We’re not lost yet.
Have a great day!
Nunly
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