Creativity

My family doesn't do Halloween but it doesn't stop me from appreciating the creativity of the costumes that I'm seeing around campus. The most charming one I saw was a Batman and Robin pair on a two person bike- The Batman cried, "the wind Robin! The wind!!", and Robin stiffly replied "pedal harder." In the Caf I saw a "dark and stormy knight"- which was a guy dressed in black armor carrying an umbrella. But the most creative I think was the guy dressed up as a tea bag. He had sacks of leaves tied up in tulle on either side of him with a Lipton logo hanging off. Genius.
Notice that all of these were males. It seems males are much more creative when it comes to dressing themselves in costumes. I've seen slut after prostitute after naughty this or that- it seems the girls can't think past being some sexual object. Even when they dress up as something- it has to be low cut, short, or skin tight- preferably with heels you can't walk in. Where's the creativity in that? What's the point of dressing up as a skank if everyone else is too? Sigh. The only guy I saw showing skin was a guy wearing a kilt and body paint. Besides it's like 30 degrees. Oh for elementary school when people dressed as paper dolls or a living room lamp or a bike or pizza or favorite book characters! Viva creativity!

Plus I'm more excited for the REAL holy-day tomorrow. Celebrating all the Saints!! I'd say tomorrow is definitely a day for meat and treats!

"I would stop doing ANYTHING to eat macaroni"

-Benjamin

Silk Stocking Sunday

This is the second Sunday that I've worn my silk stockings- I think they go quite well with my brown boots- as a house mate once called them, my pretty boots. It's a pretty grey Sunday but God loves even when it's grey outside. At church I sat with a certain lovely family who's son was one of the head servers for mass. I ended up being between the Father of this family and other young man I didn't know but looked very respectable (wearing Sunday pants and nice sweater). I LOVE GENTLEMEN! The Father of the family took care of me the entire mass too. Though he didn't share the same kneeler with me he would reach over and pull mine down for me before I could stick my foot out to flip it down myself- otherwise I would've let the young man on my right do it for me. I kind of like bossing young men into doing things for me like that, sometimes I stand outside of doors when I'm with young men until they open them for me. I think that's the teacher and the mothering instinct in me. When we went up for communion the Father let me go ahead of him like his own daughter. Oh how I love Christians! How I love that we can love so deeply and be so humble to each other just because! After mass he looked at me with such a tender smile and said "I'm so glad you chose to sit with us!"- like I was somehow a plus to their day as much as they had been for me! "Love one another with mutual affection; anticipate one another in showing honor" (Rom. 12:10). Now I'm going eat a bowl of fruit soup. I'm so spoiled. I get to go mass 4 days in a row and eat fruit soup and blueberry muffins and watch my little brothers grow up! Praised be Jesus!

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"Mom? Can I have 20 dollars a day from now on?"