Sireina Has a blog

Sireina has a blog.

This is truly a monumental moment. Sireina is very witty and damn smart. I look forward to reading her witty and insightful comments.

On another note in 24 hours I will be in Phoenix, Arizona.

Happy Easter & GO PADRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Birthday

Yes I know. It is months away. august 15th to be exact.

But work is slow and I needed an activity.

Therefore, I decided to plan my birthday vacation.

I have decided on VEGAS, BABY!!!

I spoke w/ Karen & Juliann. They're in. Cool. Now I get to find cheap airfare, and a nice hotel at a dirt cheap price.

How fun is that?

Don't you just love the internet?

What the hell did we actually do at work before the internet?

American Idol

Last night was GREAT!!

Bo was GREAT.


Despite what the judges said. They just didn't get it. Time in a bottle is a fabulous song. And Bo not only did it justice he nailed it. His rendition of it gave me goosebumps and left me with tears in my eyes. It was great.

And Neeko!!! Ozzie's son totally knocked it out of the park. WOW!! Quite frankly we just had some fantastic talent shine through last night. It was wonderful.

I love Tuesday nights.

If I knew

In September of 1988 my mom died. She had battled diabetes since childhood. She was a formative woman. 5'3 and maybe 110lbs dripping wet. She was an incredible woman. The day she died, she was watching my son. I had the opportunity to go home during the two hour break between my two jobs but I decided to stay at the restaurant of one of my jobs and study for a test. I regret that. She slipped into a coma while watching Justin. She died that night.

This poem that Sireina sent me reminds me, we never know when our loved ones will leave us. Cherish them and never leave your husband, sister, child on an angry note. Always tell them you love them. You may not ever get to tell them again.

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything just right.

There will always be another day to say "I love you," And certainly there's another chance to say our

"Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all! I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."

And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today

Purgatory (Lat., "purgare", to make clean, to purify)

In accordance with Catholic teaching is a place or condition of temporal punishment for those who, departing this life in God's grace, are, not entirely free from venial faults, or have not fully paid the satisfaction due to their transgressions. The faith of the Church concerning purgatory is clearly expressed in the Decree of Union drawn up by the Council of Florence (Mansi, t. XXXI, col. 1031), and in the decree of the Council of Trent which (Sess. XXV) defined: "Whereas the Catholic Church, instructed by the Holy Ghost, has from the Sacred Scriptures and the ancient tradition of the Fathers taught in Councils and very recently in this Ecumenical synod (Sess. VI, cap. XXX; Sess. XXII cap.ii, iii) that there is a purgatory, and that the souls therein are helped by the suffrages of the faithful, but principally by the acceptable Sacrifice of the Altar; the Holy Synod enjoins on the Bishops that they diligently endeavor to have the sound doctrine of the Fathers in Councils regarding purgatory everywhere taught and preached, held and believed by the faithful" (Denzinger, "Enchiridon", 983). Further than this the definitions of the Church do not go, but the tradition of the Fathers and the Schoolmen must be consulted to explain the teachings of the councils, and to make clear the belief and the practices of the faithful.

Temporal Punishment

That temporal punishment is due to sin, even after the sin itself has been pardoned by God, is clearly the teaching of Scripture. God indeed brought man out of his first disobedience and gave him power to govern all things (Wis. x, 2), but still condemned him "to eat his bread in the sweat of his brow" until he returned unto dust. God forgave the incredulity of Moses and Aaron, but in punishment kept them from the "land of promise" (Num., xx, 12). The Lord took away the sin of David, but the life of the child was forfeited because David had made God's enemies blaspheme His Holy Name (II Kings, xii, 13, 14). In the New Testament as well as in the Old, almsgiving and fasting, and in general penitential acts are the real fruits of repentance (Matt., iii, 8; Luke, xvii, 3; iii, 3). The whole penitential system of the Church testifies that the voluntary assumption of penitential works has always been part of true repentance and the Council of Trent (Sess. XIV, can. xi) reminds the faithful that God does not always remit the whole punishment due to sin together with the guilt. God requires satisfaction, and will punish sin, and this doctrine involves as its necessary consequence a belief that the sinner failing to do penance in this life may be punished in another world, and so not be cast off eternally from God.

Venial Sins

All sins are not equal before God, nor dare anyone assert that the daily faults of human frailty will be punished with the same severity that is meted out to serious violation of God's law. On the other hand whosoever comes into God's presence must be perfectly perfectly pure for in the strictest sense His "eyes are too pure, to behold evil" (Hab., i, 13). For unrepented venial faults for the payment of temporal punishment due to sin at time of death, the Church has always taught the doctrine of purgatory.

So deep was this belief ingrained in our common humanity that it was accepted by the Jews, and in at least a shadowy way by the pagans, long before the coming of Christianity. ("Aeneid," VI, 735 sq.; Sophocles, "Antigone," 450 sq.).


http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/12575a.htm

Upon closer examination--I am not in hell-- I am in Purgatory!!

God have mercy on my soul.

I think it is because I keep eating meat on Friday's during Lent.

Baseball

Only FOUR more days until spring training.

In four days I will be basking in the sun watching my Padres play ball.

Life is good.

My husband doesn't understand this passion, this need to watch my team win or lose. He doesn't understand the driving force behind this desire of mine.

He asked me, "Why do you like baseball?"

Why?

Baseball is more than a sport. One of my earliest memories is attending a San Diego Padre baseball game with my dad, sister, and brother. I don't remember much about the game. What I do recall is sitting in leftfield with my dad, sun beating down on us, eating a hot dog and drinking soda. We weren't allowed soda so that was a treat. I remember feeling so happy to watch baseball with my dad.

I learned to love baseball that day.

I followed the Padres through all their ups and downs; mirroring my own life in so many ways.
They would get an incredible player and trade him away. They would hire morons to manage the team. They had Roseanne sing the national anthema.

It wasn't easy being a Padre fan.

But life isn't easy either.

Maybe I love baseball so much because every spring when the Padres take the field my hope of them winning the World Series is renewed.

Maybe I love baseball because it provides me with a sense of community. If nothing else you can always talk about baseball.

Or maybe I love baseball so much because it takes me back to that little girl sitting out in leftfield with her daddy eating a hotdog and drinking a soda and knowing with all my being I was completely safe and everything was right in the world.

Maybe, just maybe, when the boys of spring play, everything else just doesn't matter.

... just baseball.