Katie (of St. Pius and Cup of Joe whose dad is the former voice of the Chicago White Sox) posted seven random things about herself and asked her captive readers to post seven random things about themselves as well. And listen, when Katie asks you to do something, you better do it cuz she can get CRAZAY! I might have to break these down into a couple posts, but here is the beginning of my list:
Random #1- The following occured between the ages of 19 and 21- Whenever I prayed, I would hear a voice in response that repeated over and over again, "Become a nun... Become a nun..." I thought it was the voice of God. I felt guilty for not obeying the voice, but I also really wanted a family (which I have now). So, I never followed through on the voice's wish for me. I'm a bit of a purist and so I think I always thought in order to be a good person or a good Christian, you had to go all the way with it. And you do, but my interpretation was, in order to be good, I have to become a nun. This is wrong. I can be good and devote my life to God and others in my own way. I no longer feel like I need to be a nun to be a great person. Big hats do look good on me, however.
Random #2- Speaking of nuns... My second grade teacher and I HATED each other. We weren't afraid to admit it to each other either. Sr. Rebecca hated me so much that the principal had to get involved. She mandated that Sr. Rebecca and I had to have dinner together once a week to learn to like each other. So, I used to go to the convent on our school grounds once a week so that this nun and I could get to know one another. I remember us just sitting at the kitchen table glaring across at each other in silence. It was pretty intense. Eventually, she told my parents I was retarded and needed to go to a special school where I could get constant one on one attention. Up yours, Sister Rebecca!
I'll finish up tomorrow. Target calls.
10 Years of Blogging: Time for a Change and a Book
14 years ago
3 comments:
Sister Rebecca can kiss my ass, amber! how dare she treat you like that. i tell ya, some of those nuns were so mean. my dad had some of the meanest nuns growing up!
anyways, i can't believe you remembered brad!! we were together for 3 years. he liked to shoot up cocaine in his arm. i know-hot. you're so jealous, amber. anyways, he got married then divorced. did we go to a cocaine anonymous meeting together or AA? can't remember! anyways, i look forward to the rest of your random things. and so does my dad. the one and only.
Amber, you need to ask Rob about his many "nun" stories. He has stories of all types- dishing out as well as taking. However, in spite of all his painful nun memories, when the fund raiser for the retired nuns comes around, he always insists that we give generously. He feels bad for those old hags who "gave away" their lives with the promise that they would always be cared for, only to be forgotten in the end. I think that this move on his part is really one of charity and forgiveness. This is what "the church" is all about. Perhaps, those old nuns really did teach him something along the way (along with his family, of course).
what, amber? is my blog not good enough for your comments any more? what have i done to deserve your silence? i stalk Smells like Bacon day and nite. and i get nothing in return. Oh, Amber!!!!!!!
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