Last week we went to a picnic with the Friars; and boy...I have never seen so many cheerful faces (besides our Priests in our own Parish and others) in groups in my life, and Nuns dressed in FULL habits with no hair showing either!! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!! You were never afraid to see a sad face, because there were none! I was also surprised to see so many faces that I see from our Parish every weekday Mass and Sunday. About ten couples, sixteen old people, three or four altar boys (adding four boys that we knew and went to the picnic with them…so that makes about eight), and then tons of families from our Parish. It was SO much fun and so amazing, and so beautiful. I talked with about five of the Sister's who were Novices, and then tons of Friars. The Friars were blowing up balloons and playing Star Wars with looooong balloons as lightsabers and making masks and putting them and hats on their faces and heads. It was so funny. Then they played volleyball (I didn’t play) and wow. The Sister’s and Friars are so good at volleyball I was SHOCKED. I expected them to be good, (cause usually everyone but me is good at it, lol), but they were amazing at it. They would jump so high and just catch and throw the ball, ect. I talked with a few of our friends and walked around and then took Falkor out for a run. When there was evening prayer, dad and I brought Falkor on the lawn but he kept rolling in the grass and sticking his paws up in the air and playing during prayer and making noises, and about ten little kids all came over at the same time and started shouting during prayer, wanting to pet Falkor. Ugh. That was…tough. I didn’t get to say or sing the prayers, just heard it. Every time Falkor scratched his collar would make SUCH a loud noise. Though everyone loved him…as dirty as he was from rolling on the ground. Two or three other dogs were there, but Falkor is afraid of other dogs so thankfully he didn’t bark at them.
Afterwards, we went back to our friends house; when we parked, dad told me to take Falkor out for a run so I slipped his harness on and got his leash and collar, then RIGHT when I took him out, he slipped OUT of his harness and ran away. My heart sunk like a totally destroyed battleship or submarine. I can’t believe I caught him. It was so dark out, and that pup never listens when he’s on his own, only when he has a leash on, but thankfully I caught him. So…after that I just forgot the walk and stuck him back in the car and went inside their house.
Well, I stayed in there for a while, and talked with some of the grownups at the table, including my mom and Moira. Dad was at their computer with (that family’s house) dad, and explaining how to fix things. The rest of the kids were watching football...which, I have to say, was THE most boring thing ever. I can’t stand sports, I’m sorry, *Cough* - unless it is Martial Arts, Figure Skating, (Ice) Hockey, Tennis, or Swimming and maybe soccer and, if I am in a good mood, baseball.
Though usually if someone puts something on, boring or not boring, I’ll watch it, unless it’s immoral. But this family and the other would never put something immoral on anyway, so that takes care of that. Anyhoo, I began to watch it for a while, but it got so terribly boring I couldn’t stand it. I was going to listen to music on our mp3 player but that would have been rude…finally, after an hour or two they switched channels and a movie was on and we watched part of that. Then the other family we knew had to leave, and after that we left. Went home at about 11 or 12, and I went to bed, but stayed up in bed until about 2…then I must have went right to sleep *yawn*. I was so tired.
Well, a few nights ago we watched Batman Begins, at least, Mom and G and I did. Moira was doing school and dad was out to dinner with some friends at work cause someone had just come home from vacation or something like that.
Mom LOVED Batman Begins. She kept asking question and started to panic when Dr. Craine (sp) -(scarecrow) put Batman on fire. "IS HE GONNA DIE? *gasp* He's gonna die!!....there goes that wonderful suit...." Haha. But she had never seen the movie, so we watched it and she said it was wonderfully done and she loved it.
The day before yesterday (Friday) we went to a Seminary like we do every month, to pray for vocations and such. Father gave a Sermon (but there is no Mass), then there is quiet meditation, then there is the Rosary.
Well at the third to last Hail Mary on the fourth mystery (decade), I straightened myself up from kneeling, and suddenly my hearing went TOTALLY gone, and everything blurred and became black like a tunnel, little by little and I blacked out. Then a few moments later, about the third or fourth Hail Mary from the fifth mystery, I felt Moira tapping me on my shoulder, and I lifted my head up, and I had fallen over against the next pew, only just my head. Then I blacked out again. It looked like I was leaning over as if I were asleep. But now my sight was like I was under water, when Moira woke me again. Then Moira told me to come with her and I walked out with her, genuflected in the Chapel, but I didn’t know exactly where I was genuflecting…and my hearing was still gone, only I could hear Moira talk but not what she was saying. Then in the hall I walked and then went into the bathroom and I fainted backwards, then I got up and then a few moments later fainted forward, and then two mothers (friends of ours) including my own mom, came and helped me and I went on the waiting room couch. Then Monsignor (sp) came an anointed me and then after about 20 minutes I got up and felt a bit better. But it was so weird and I have never fainted before or blacked out! My FIRST thought before I blacked out in the Chapel, was, when I had told a few friends: "No, I've never fainted before!", lol. Then I blacked out.
But, ah, it was all a very interesting...experience. But very sickening and...scaarry. In a way. 0.0
Right now I am just listening to piano music and writing this.
Just before, Mara made a wooooonderful dinner, and before that, dad and G and I (and once in a while Mara and mom would drop in from the kitchen) watched six or seven "Hogan's Heroe's" episodes. MAN I LOVE them!! They are hysterical!!!!! They're the best! I have to say that I now like them JUST as much as Andy Griffith. A friend of ours let us borrow tons of episodes, and we have been watching them together. I can't even begin to explain how much I love them.
OH! I have more news too. I am taking Latin and Spanish and will be tking French. I want to take French most, because it is a beuatiful language, but I have to wait until eight or ninth grade *sigh*. So far I am doing well in Latin and Spanish, though. Man, Latin is soOoOoOoO beautiful and Spanish is so interesting, and beautiful as well.
Well, God Bless,
Pax Christi tibi!
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