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Grabbing a gunPosted by Rick on October 25th, 2006

How come every time I see a cop with a gun on his side, I want to grab it just to prove I can?

My Cool DudettePosted by Rachel on October 25th, 2006

She’s cute.

Political PlatformPosted by Rick on October 24th, 2006

CNN has an interesting little political platform quiz. This is where I was at:

As if war, immigration, the economy, and terrorism aren’t moral issues.

I was tired on Sunday morningPosted by Rachel on October 23rd, 2006

After Fr. Errol handed it to me, I dropped my communion wafer! That was embarrassing. So, I sought the Lord, and I found Him, between the communion rail and cushion.

Is this post completely sacrilegious?

Phew!Posted by Rick on October 22nd, 2006

I just finished the rough draft of a paper for my course on the historical and biblical foundations of worship. I still have to proofread 25 pages (or get Rachel to do it!), correct my footnotes, and rearrange my bibliography, but I hope to finish that by Tuesday so that I can turn the paper in by Wednesday, a full week before the deadline.

Then I can begin working on a presentation I have to give in Baton Rouge in just under two weeks. That speech is a week from this Friday, and it’s early in the morning, so we’ll get to shoot over to the Big Easy and enjoy the French Quarter for a couple of days.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and this has been one long tunnel.

Interesting Cranmer quotePosted by Rick on October 22nd, 2006

“But this I confess of myself, that not long before I wrote the said Catechism, I was in that erroe of the real presence, as I was in many years past in divers other errors, as of transubstantiation, of the sacrifice propritiatory of the priests if the mass…”(Cranmer’s Works, P.S. ed. vol 1. pp. 373, 374…as quoted in William Goode’s 1850 work The Doctrine of the Church of England as to the Effects of Baptism in the Case of Infants.)

Speaking of sacraments, the Bishop was in town yesterday and we didn’t discuss Kyrie’s communing with him beforehand, so he passed her over with a blessing. As I went back into my seat, Kyrie went to give me what I thought was a kiss. Instead, she ate the bread right off my tongue. Talk about desperate for Jesus.

Kyrie At the Pumpkin PatchPosted by Rachel on October 22nd, 2006

My little ballerinaPosted by Rachel on October 20th, 2006

Sorry the video is so dark. This was taken a while ago.

Kyrie twirling

Fresh AirPosted by Rachel on October 20th, 2006

It’s not too common to have good, clean-smelling air here. Well, I went outside to retrieve the mail, and it smells SO GOOD outside! It’s slightly sweet, a bit chilly, and very clean & fresh. Mmmmm. Even my mail smells good from it.

The Mets lostPosted by Rick on October 20th, 2006

Well, I can go back to life without TV, and maybe I can catch up with all my work now that the Mets are gone. Matt and I talked after the game for about forty-five minutes (with which I could have better spent my time). We’re in post-Met depression.

I am pretty sure that Cardinal fans aren’t even baseball fans. They’re just there to torture real fans.