You have almost certainly heard that the Supreme Court began debating today on whether to force legalization of gay “marriage” on the states. I beg everyone who is reading right now to get down on your knees and PRAY. Pray the Divine Mercy chaplet, the Rosary, mental prayer, anything. Don’t put it off. Just pray.
Am I excited?
You bet I’m excited!
We really don’t know very much about our new Holy Father, but what I do know is all good. Everything I have heard says that he’s deeply orthodox and prayerful, that he loves the poor, that he is humble, and most importantly, that he loves our Lord Jesus Christ. I was touched when he asked the people to pray for the Lord to bless him.
Oh, and did you know he is the first Pope in over a thousand years to choose a completely new name? (Not counting John Paul, since that name is a combination of the two preceding Popes’ names.) Evidently, the most recent pope to do so was Pope Lando (!), who kept his own name. I’m just going to post the brilliant joke here as a screencap:
I wasn’t expecting a Pope so early. Now I’m sitting in agony waiting to see who was elected.
I should be studying for the National Latin Exam, because this is my last chance to do so, because today I had a doctor’s appointment, in about 1.5 hours I’m going to my homeschool honor society meeting, and then I’m taking the exam, and then I hopefully am going to the library to pick up 10 holds or so, which I placed on a whim when I should have been studying.
Scottish oatmeal is about the yummiest thing eeeeeeeeever.
Taylor Swift + a goat. I know!
I got my Half Price Books spring coupons via email today. Woo hoo!
I swear by using beans in desserts now. It sounds gross and weird at first, but after making cookies, healthy cookie dough dip, and cake with beans, I proclaim that it works.
Maybe I should be ashamed to admit it, but I’m finishing these quick takes on Saturday. So I can say that the National Latin Exam went well, I think. I’m pretty sure about all but two or three questions.
Hey! It’s my seventh seven quick takes! Alas, it is my eighth. I just checked.
Can I reward myself with a cookie? No? Darn it.
Our vacation was okay, in case you were wondering. It wasn’t awesome, but I don’t really like going on vacation anyway, and it wasn’t horrible. We stayed in a really nice house instead of a horrible fluorescent-lit damp buggy cabin, and the house had a nice TV and a nice kitchen and tons of spiritual books, including at least 5 copies of “An Introduction to the Devout Life”. (An acquaintance kindly let us use their house, which is why we stayed there–it was a great house.) However, no one caught any edible fish, and we were iced in from Wednesday afternoon until we left two days later, so we didn’t even get to go to the shops again. What I did do was bake scones and cookies, drink massive amounts of hot beverages (hot cocoa, tea, and coffee), read on my mom’s Kindle (I idiotically didn’t bring my Nook), and watch some movies.
Which reminds me I should probably go and bake some butterscotch brownies for the bake sale benefiting my sister’s Irish dance school.
I LOVE Trader Joe’s.
That is all.
One of the few things about college I’m not looking forward to is the cafeteria food. No longer will I be able to personally control virtually every controllable aspect of my eating. No more will I be able to control my fat intake, decide whether I’m going to make rice or potatoes, choose between broiling the pork or frying it, or microwave a sweet potato when everyone else is having white ones. (In case you didn’t guess, I do a fair amount of the dinner cooking around my house (maybe about 1/3-1/2, depending), not because my mom is a horrible slave-driver, but because I just love cooking and messing with recipes and coming up with new ones and testing new ones. It’s extremely pleasurable to me..) Instead I will dolefully get in the least disgusting-seeming line.
Woe, woe to epicurean I.