2023
“That's me in the corner, That's me in the spot-light, Losing my religion” is a line from an REM song that came out yesterday, I mean 1991.
I haven’t been to mass in years. I stopped going regularly when they changed all the words around.
I was behind a guy pulling out of the church parking lot onto a busy street. Another guy was impatiently trying to cut in front of me, but I had nowhere to move. I could see this guys wife was trying to calm him down. The car in front of me pulled away and I creeped up to take my turn.
“You fat fucking asshole!” Came from the car trying to cut into line. This guy just took communion eleven minutes ago and he’s calling me a fat fucking asshole in front of church!
I pulled out of the lot and onto 55th street wondering what is wrong with this picture. Five minutes ago Father told us to go in peace and I’m getting called a fat fucking asshole by a fellow parishioner?
That was when I finally bid adieu to the Catholic Church.
When I called my dad and told him this story he agreed with the guy.
“Moose, you are a big fucking asshole! Why didn’t you just let the poor bastard cut in line?”
I replied that I didn’t have room and that I was already in line and next to pull out of the church parking lot.
“So you’re taking your ball and heading home? You’re quitting something that has been a part of your life since the day your mother and I had you baptized?”
My dad took a break from yelling at me and I could hear him lighting a cigarette. Now I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Son….. the Catholic Fucking Church will still be around long after you and I! You better let that poor son of a bitch cut in line after mass next week!”
…. And then my dad told me he loved me and hung up.
So I lost my religion, but not my Faith! That is my story and I’m running with it…
Something has to be going on that is bigger than the Catholic Church?
I talk to my dad everyday and he’s been dead since 2020. I talk to my ma, she’s been dead since 2016. My Gramma, 2012… my Uncle Charlie, 1992 and my Grampa died when I was five and he’s been watching over me the whole time.
I talk to Wags when I drive to work sometimes. I talk to Debono, I talk to Jimmy O’Brien and just recently I talked with Mrs Hamilton.
….And yes…. All of them answered!
FAITH!
Faith gets me out of bed everyday. It pushes me to be the best Jumbo I can be. Faith let’s me talk with my parents, my family and my friends that have all gone to heaven.
I don’t go to mass to pray to Papa God or Jesus or the Blessed Virgin.
I can be driving in Betty or laying on the couch or even sitting on the crapper… and I can pray to them!
Alright, it Sunday Funday! Last Bear game of the miserable year. We are entering the middle of January and the days are getting longer.
Also it’s the birthday of the guy who stole negro music and died on the crapper…
2022
The bright spots in our lives are often looked over because we get to busy tromping through the monotony of our daily routine.
On a clear night when the stars and the moon look down on us is the time to count our blessings and take a look at our mortality.
It’s bubble bath day… I really need a bigger bathtub on this National Day. All I need is a couple gallons of water and one of Hazel’s bath bombs!
Though……
Don’t worry!
I’m getting cremated and this will be the closest you’ll get to being my pallbearer!
And you’ll get to see me wet and naked……. “Houston Oilers! Houston Oilers! Houston Oilers Number One!
We’re the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers Number One!”
2021
The first week of 2021 was eventful. Treat yourself to a bubble bath! Today is also “Battle of New Orleans” Day!
2020
Wednesday is gonna be colder! Coffee isn’t!
Don’t let historical events change your outlook on YOUR life! These are the best days of OUR lives! There will always be events out of our control and they can’t define US!
2018
Winter returns on this windy Tuesday.... we celebrate the Victory of New Orleans and some celebrate the birthday of a man who exploited rhythm and blues music!
