Category: Personal

“Our virtues are often vices disguised.”
That’s from the fortune cookie that came with my lunch today. It’s true — think about it.

Here I am, after receiving orders from the Elders of Zion, defending the security of the State of Israel by overthrowing a hostile government — hostile, that is, to the Elders, but completely harmless to the United States.

And I would do it again, if the neo-cons need me.

Fr. Sibley’s fourth ordination anniversary is July 15. Ad multos annos, Padre!

Weezie Jefferson, known in her earthly life as Isabel Sanford, has passed on to the real dee-luxe apartment in the sky. Please listen to the theme from “The Jeffersons” in her honor.

Christopher starts bawling at 5:48 this morning. Paige thinks she can give him a bottle to make him go back to sleep; that works for a few minutes, but then he starts sounding borderline hysterical. So at 6:18, I get on my clothes, slip into my slippers, and rescue the baby from his crib.
I love the little guy dearly, but he’s at a very awkward age (17 months). He’s very mobile and strong, but he gets frustrated because he only knows about eight words and can’t tell us what he wants. Also, he doesn’t watch television, and that’s not helpful. For all you Catholic super-parents out there who turn up your nose at the very thought of “using TV as a babysitter,” even for a few minutes a day, that’s great — now back in your hole.
Sorry, that sounded a little grumpy. Christopher’s older siblings can play by themselves or watch TV while I make breakfast. They are happy, I get to make the food in peace. Everybody wins. But the little guy can’t entertain himself at all. He plays with a toy for a few minutes, and then staggers over to me and starts pulling on my shorts, begging to be picked up. We have done this for many mornings, ever since he started waking up before 6 a.m.