Warning: BioHazard - Homeschool Blogger

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 16:27:00 -0600

Did I ever mention that I hate titles? Whenever I begin my post, my creativity is stunted by titles. For, what am I to name a blog entry? It doesn't entirely make sense, unless I am specifically talking about some certain topic. But when I'm updating just to update, there isn't any sense in naming it.

Yeah. Ahem.
Today is Sunday! Thank God!
Last night we went to confession as usual. Father was there (as he always is, God love him) after the 7:00 Mass and there was the same huge line to his confessional that we see every week. I asked him about teaching CCD and he said that I was certainly qualified to teach, but he doesn't know if I'd be able to age-wise. He did say that I could assist dad (who will be teaching this year) and that it would be fantastic if I did.
We got out of OLL at around 10 and then we had to pick up some coffee for the week. While mom was at the bank getting that green stuff the government prints, Therese leans over to my seat in the car and tells me that there is this man sleeping under a light blanket under one of the stores across the street. I look, and lo and behold she is right. Both of us mention it to dad and he looks for a while trying to decide what to do (remember, it is frigid out and really windy). Then mom comes back into the car and dad tells her. We must have sat there for about 15 minutes wondering what to do. We knew that it would be really foolish to take the man home - he could have been doing this for money (which I highly doubted -I mean who would sleep out in the freezing weather as a scam?) or he might be insane or drunk. After a lot of back and forth, we decided see what the police could do. So we drive a minute or two, and for some reason, this one cop stops at the curb. Mom and dad notice it, and dad pulls over and gets out to inform the cop about the man. It turns out that it was a man and his wife (we didn't see the wife) who are rather wealthy people. They do this a lot, and the police have tried to get them to stop, but for some reason they insist on doing it.
So that was our little adventure for the night.
This morning I barely got out of bed (bleh). Dad threatened me a few times before I actually decided to venture out from under the covers. Basically the threats consisted of "If you don't get up we will miss the Children's Mass and you'll have to go to a survival Mass and deal with the altar girls and drums and electric guitars and 15 Ex Men (Eucharistic Ministers).
Father's Homily for today was wonderful and very helpful. He was talking about the true effects of sin. In one lie you defy God's truth, omnipotence, His sovereignty...and so much more - that isn't even touching upon the human effects of it! It was just eye-opening to realize what we do to the very God who created us.
I must remind myself from now on: "Death rather than sin."
After Mass we went to breakfast. I'm telling you, I felt like I was in a foreign country...as a tourist. No offence to anybody, but the place was swarming with every race, and NONE OF THEM SPOKE ENGLISH! Imagine how it feels, to be sitting in a restaurant, in your own state, in your own country, and be surrounded by people who don't speak the same language you speak or dress the way you dress! I mean for heaven's sake, if you LIVE in America the ACT like an American. America is not a very large hotel - it is a COUNTRY! A country which you pray, live, work and die for!
Thank you. I needed to get that out.
But lately I've been thinking in that way. It is pretty depressing when you realize that 1)There are countries out there that hate America. Hate it! Hate it's values, hate it's freedom, hate what it stands for! THEY DON'T WANT FREEDOM! And we have proof that they don't. 2) That there are people in our own country that hate America. 3) There is no way that this war - this holy war - is going to be snuffed out in a matter of months...or years. Go to Michael Savage's site and you will see a picture of a little girl of about 12-14 years of age, beheaded because she was a Christian (if you would like the link I'll ask my dad for it. He was browsing and I happened to see the picture). People are idiots if they can't see that the Muslims are dead serious about this war.
But! Among all this is hope. Of course there is. Where there is life there is hope. Not only that, but this upcoming persecution (no matter how horrible it is) is a very good thing for the Catholic Church. One must remember that it is by the blood of the martyrs that the Church thrives. In that case, bring it all on. Muslims are serious about their religion and would rather die than give it up. So too, are we Catholics. Much more so, in fact. Bring on the persecution, bring on your threats and tortures, bring it all on. I welcome it, because I have firm belief that the Catholic Church will come through triumphant. Maybe not in 10 years, 15 years, or even 200 years, but She will come out victorious as She always has.
Let us all be given the grace of a martyrs death!

"But you need have no fear, for Love has brought you here, and Love will take care of you. Let Love be your life, that you may die of Love." - Our Lord to Sister Josefa Menendez (From "The Way of Divine Love")

"Be faithful to Him and refuse Him nothing. Pave the way of His coming by the little acts He so loves, for He will come soon. Courage, courage, generosity and love....Life's winter is short and its springtide eternal." - Our Lady to Sister Josefa Menendez (From "The Way of Divine Love")

"A novice remarked to Saint Therese: 'I do not like to see others suffer, especially saintly souls.' She replied instantly:
'Oh! I am not like you: to see saints suffer never moves me to pity! I know they have the strength to endure, and they thus give great glory to God: but those who are not holy, who know not how to profit by their sufferings, oh! how I pity them; and I would do all I could to comfort and help them.'" - From "Thoughts of Saint Therese"

Ad Jesum per Mariam!

.Mia.

shortcough

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 05:32:00 -0600

Thanks for the previous comments!

Wow. Haven't posted in a few weeks.

Well the schedual is...not as flexible...not exactly...erm...yeah. But besides that, life has been getting a little bit less hectic (just watch me jinx myself).

I finally did up (primped?) my old lj blog!! I'm going to start using it much more now. There is no way I'll stop using this blog, but I can't be as creative (layout-wise) with hsb.I kinda like the feeling - I'm supporting HSB, and evangelizing something modern (or trying to that is....).

Neeway, here is the link to the lj, and I'll post the HSB link on there as well.

Mumblings of a 12:00 Scholar - the LJ version.

The time has come for drastic measures

Sun, 5 Feb 2006 13:37:00 -0600

Desperate situations call for desperate actions. I, Moira Anne Philomena, have made....a schedule. Not any normal schedule either. No. This schedule has been created to fit my every day-day.

And why have I chosen such an extreme course of action? Well I got to thinking on how much stuff I have to do, not only in my real life, but also in my "cyber" life. None of the stuff I online is actually extremely important (with the exception of A.P.), but there are a lot of things that I do online that help me balance out my real life. My problem was this: I needed to make it so that the things that I wanted to do on the computer wouldn't take time away from the things that I needed to do. So I devised a list that (if followed) should take care of that problem, and make me a very happy camper.

Right now I'm treating the schedule as "The Almighty List", because I know that my greatest temptation will be lessening its value and making allowances for myself.

I don't understand how I got through this morning. I worked quite a bit yesterday and went to bed really late...like 4:00 am late. Then I woke up at 8, went to Mass (it lasted about 2 hours), went to breakfast and stayed talking with some friends for a couple of hours. Now it's 3:00 pm and I haven't even taken a nap. I can only hope that this sleepless-ness keeps up.

As for the 4:00 bedtime...well, I can explain that. I had borrowed an Agatha Christie book from the library ("And Then There Was None") and I wanted to start reading it. So I lit a candle (dad had been doing some wiring in the basement and my lights would go on and off) and started reading it. I was "hooked from page one", it was simply impossible to put it down. Well, needless to say, I finished the book in a few hours. I couldn't get to sleep after that ( ) so read some online comics. After about an hour, I was zonked, and I flopped back into bed and promptly fell asleep.

I hate for this to be a strictly "what I did today" post, but that can't be helped, as I have to clean up my room before all chaos breaks loose.

Mia

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screams

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 10:07:00 -0600

Oh my goodnes gracious! Dad woke me up this morning and told me that this guy at work had sent him home with PhotoShop and it was in his briefcase! Needless to say, I rushed up and installed it - and here I be!!

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 13:23:00 -0600

I'm free! No more strep. But I feel utterly...without cause. There is nothing interesting gor me to do, everything I write seems to be so bland, no inspiration.

But soft! An idea hath occured to me. I'll go out and take some pictures.

Nope...it got way too chilly out, and there aren't any pictures to take.

Oh well, looks like I'll just have to face English.

Strep = Stress

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 18:52:00 -0600

Well that little cold I had a few days ago turned out to be strep. Positively lovely. The wonderful thing about it is that I never know when it's going to hurt. I will be talking one minute and the next minute I'll give a little choke and there, it starts to hurt like nothing else. Not only that, but even when it doesn't seriously hurt, I sound like I smoke a pack a day.

Oh, and have I mentioned that this cough....oh never mind.

I decided to read yet another collection of Sherlock Holmes adventures. Ah, I love the precise and logical thinking of Mr. Holmes - rarely ever does he loose his cool, or his mental abilities fail him.

I'm pondering if I should do some geometry or if I should sit down with my history book, or if I should continue writing. As don't particularly desire to exert myself in anything unnecessary, I think I shall stay here. But what to write?

*more than a half an hour later*

Needless to say, I got distracted. I'm going to call it a night now. To anybody who reads this, please pray that the rest of my family doesn't get sick and that my brother and I are well enough just to receive Holy Communion tomorrow.

In Christ always

Did I ever mention

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 00:14:00 -0600

how much I dislike my username? I don't know why, but it is so bland.

Well, tell the truth, I'm here because I can't sleep. I want to sleep, but I can't. SO - you are going to have to put up with 1 whole, entire, complete, entry of drivel. Ha! I shall write to my little hearts content.

A long time ago....

In a land far away

There lived an poor couple.

In a shack of rotted wood and ancient bricks they lived, and not a thing they owned but what they made.

But the couple made light of their adversity, and were happy in almost every way - every way that is, but this. You see, the couple longed for a little boy or girl for their own, to care and love, to teach and learn. But alas, many years passed and a child never graced their home. Until....

One day Jack said to his wife, "Dear wife, you see the state that we are in. True, we have a roof over us, and clothes on our backs, but what of our nourishment? Can we eat clothes? Will the roof over our heads bestow upon us our daily vittles? Nay, my wife, they can not. Neither can I take care of you and the little land we have for much longer, for my body can no longer take the strain of work that is needed to make a living. Tomorrow, I shall go into town and see if I may hire us a trustworthy lad to help me with my work."

And Ruby agreed with him.

The next day, Jack set out as planned, walking stick in hand and his satchel in the other. The walk to town was rough and tiresome, but Jack's restless mind was filled with thoughts more important than that of comfort of his body.

"20 years..." he thought. It seemed like such a terribly short time. To think that, but 20 years ago he had claimed as his own, Ruby's hand in marriage. Emotions flooded through him as he remembered back the many years.

20 years ago he had been younger, able-bodied, and healthy. Now, he was old, and frail. 20 years ago he was a blacksmith with just enough money to live comfortably. Now, he was a farmer, and suffered to make ends meet. 20 years ago he had fallen in love, 20 years ago, his choice had been set in stone. Now, he was still in love, and his choice was still carved in stone. But....20 years?! He loathed to admit it...but had he made the wrong choice? 20 years, yes 20 years ago he had been strong enough to make his choice....but now...20 years ago it never would have occurred to him that he might grow old. Now....he was old.

As he neared the town, all thoughts vanished from his mind. Now was not the time to be preoccupied.

Now that I've started something I might as well continue it. Hence, more to come later.

*edit* Ehhh, sorry for any typos or bad grammer, blame it on the lack of sleep.

J.M.J.

Moira.

P.S. please pray that I get over being sick really quick. I need to be well for my studies, for my family, and for my music.

"God's will be done...perfectly."

One of those days.

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 12:53:00 -0600

I'm sick. Unhealthy feelings reverberate through my weak body, and I feel like my brain has shrunk to the size of a walnut and is rattling around in my cranium.

Already, I have consumed 3 large bowls of starch and meat that has been boiled in broth, around 3-4 juice pops, and goodness knows how many unsalted saltines. I am also, shamelessly, still in my pajamas.

Oh what a day. I hope it doesn't last too long. Serves me right for going too bed late and having too much sugar.

Lately, the future has never seemed so close. I mean, for heaven's sake - I can't figure out what I want for breakfast in the morning, and I'm trying to find out which college I want and should go to?!!? Where has my God given sanity gone?!

I'm going to study some vocabulary...(SAT stuff...joy.) maybe that will clear my mind.

I think I am going to empty out my recycle bin...

Fri, 6 Jan 2006 23:37:00 -0600

*click*

I really need to blog when I have more than half a mind with which to write with.

Good news of today: Picked my NYSMA piece. Yay! Hopefully by the end of this year (if I work fantastically hard) I will be in level 5. I just need to put my entire soul into it when it gets hard, love it all the more.

I think I'm going to read some of the Sil before I go to bed. *yawn* Anybody but me notice how these daily/weekly/monthly bloggings are getting shorter?

I need to qunech my thirst with some water, but there aren't any ice cubes. Darn.

"It has been told that Barahir would not forsake Dorthonion, and there Morgoth pursued him to the death, until at last there remained to him only twelve companions. Now the forest of Dorthonion rose southward into mountainous moors; and in the east of those highlands there lay a lake, Tarn Aeluin, with wild heaths about it, andall that land was pathless and untamed, for even in the days of the Long Peace none had dwelt there. But the waters of Tarn Aeluin were held in reverence, for they were clear and blue by day and by night were a mirror for the stars; and it was said that Melian herself had hallowed that water in the days of old. Thither Barahir and his outlaws withdrew, and there made their lair, and Morgoth could not discover it. But the rumour of the deeds of Barahir and his companions went far and wide; and Morgoth commanded Sauron to find them and destroy them." ~ Of Beren and Luthien, from "The Silmarillion"

I love that story, and especially Barahir. And Morgoth...I always imagine him as a fair, dangerous personality - but very fair in face.

Now...to get the dog off my bed (he isn't supposed to be on it, ugh) and get some shut eye.

God love you!

Moira

My violin has a cold...

Thu, 5 Jan 2006 21:21:00 -0600

Please pray that she gets better before tomorrow - I'm kinda hoping that this is only a 24 hour bug and not something serious.

And you must think I've gotten substantially nuttier since my last post. I won't deny the possibility of it, but I can't help thinking of my violin as a real person.

I was going to write something that actually had some thinking value to it, but the rest of the family is watching LOTR and I'm finding it hard to concentrate.

So tomorrow is lessons and ice skating. Huzza!

Did somebody call Grond?

I finally got fed up with trying to fix the layout and so here are the fruits of a very agitated, busy, distracted, 15 year old girl. ...

A pre-made layout. I feel pathetic.

Oh wow....the Battle of Pelennor...gotta love it. *swoons*

It's hard to believe that I'll be 16 in a few months....not that 16 is old, but the fact that time is passing so quickly. I almost went into cardiac arrest yesterday when it dawned on me that I only have 2 more years until college. Makes me just want to curl up and go to sleep forever.

I like the idea of going through life though, even with it's trials and tribulations, the experiences make up for it all. Not only that, but as we grow old (and if we grow old properly), we not only know about the sufferings of humankind, but also the unique sweetness of that suffering. So all in all, there isn't too much to be afraid of when you unite yourself so close to Our Lord and His Mother that they are your spiritual cushions for when you fall.

Which reminds me, mom was reading us a story from the "Catholic Hearth" (I love that magazine so much) that has a lot to do with the above written. The example was ice skates. Now everybody knows how painful it is when you forget to sharpen the blades on your skates - the blades don't grip, so you slip and slide until your ankles eventually loose control. About a second after that, you will find yourself contemplating Yoda's sage advice "One with the Ice, you must be." *Okay, so he said Force, not ice....technicalities, yeesh!"

Anyway, it hurts, even if the only injury you get is a bit of ice burn or whatever they call it. When you are little, the article went on to say, your life is pretty much a straight line where you don't have any sharp turns to watch out for, so skating is easy. But when you get older, your life becomes much more complicated, and you need sharp skates to maneuver the sharp turns, otherwise you'll fall nice and hard. Moral? Point? "Sharpen early, sharpen often." Pray enough and work hard enough, so that you will be a professional skater by the time you get to that great big Ice Rink in the Sky.