quote from Susanna: "Austria was so emotional. I'd love to do it again without all the emotions."
for those of you who read both luke's and my lj's, know that the general warm, fuzzy-ish, i-forgot-how-much-i-enjoy-these-conversations feelings are most certainly reciprocated by yours truly. *hugs luke*
my mom &i cantor together @Sunday Mass, &last night [being a solemnity and thus equivalent to a Sunday Mass] was our last night cantoring together this summer. father puleo has been joking all summer that we're the "Gilligan Twins". put those two together, and not only did we get quite a few compliments more than usual [especially on our psalm harmony], but also some genuine confusion as to whether mom has a twin. hilarious! it also came to light, in conversing w/some of those sweet little old ladies after Mass that part of the reason they were all /so/ thrilled to meet aaron &so particularly fond of him is that they're all hoping to see me get married lol, and he seems to fit the bill well enough (i.e., male. Catholic enough to go to daily Mass. respectful. did i tell you that even father puleo told me "now /there's/ a boy you should marry!" -- even after going through the whole vocations discussion!?)... that just cracks me up. by the way, father told me not to tell him that. do i need to confess disobeying a priest's direct orders, even though he /knew/ when he told me that that i would?
after Mass, we went to the wake for celeste [an old friend from the parish]'s mom. after talking to her for a few minutes, she introduced us to her brothers and sisters. when she got to one particular sister, she identified us each by name, then came back to me and said, "she goes to steubenville." to complete the stereotype, her sister did indeed ask me whether i've had scott hahn. it'd been a while since this interchange had last taken place, and it amused me.
on the way back from the pizzeria we stopped at after the wake, theresa got into dad's car and i into mom's [mom let me drive, but dad didn't let theresa drive, for MANY good reasons (not the least because she's 12)], and i knew [mom heard confirmation] that they were gonna race us home. so i beat them. [huzzah for right-of-way! even when they tried to sneak around and cut me off, i won!] i even sent mom to the front door to unlock it while i was getting extricated from the car. theresa decided that we'd cheated [since i cut them off while they were trying to cut me off leaving the parking lot, even though i /clearly/ had right of way. she's just a sore loser], and declared us disqualified [and thus declared herself the winner by default]. but don't worry, i didn't let her get away with it.
then we played Wine-opoly, which we'd given mom &dad for their anniversary [only about a month early... what? i wanted to be home when we gave it to them!], which is a hilarious, pretentious game about wine! it was fun, but it made me wonder if it should be played while consuming some of the spirits the game talks about, just because of the monotony of playing monopoly for ever and ever and ever and a half... but it was clever and well-done.
so they say that dell laptop batteries made before apr '04 have a tendency to explode. i ordered mine in aug '04. d'you think it's ok, or is my laptop likely to spontaneously combust?
while i'm asking general opinions, what's with the fifth joyful mystery? i have never been able to comprehend why the finding of Jesus in the temple rates up there with, oh, His birth? i mean, yeah i'm sure i'm missing something, but... what?
i finally got in touch w/our school today. it seems that my scholarship is missing because i never filled out my fafsa. whoops.
the funeral this morning made me think about funerals in general. the eulogy made me cry, because it really showed through what a good mother she was [even though i barely knew her]. and mom &i felt uplifted because we naturally play off each others' harmonies [particularly easy because we both know the same multiple harmonies for many songs], and we'd been missing that for a long time. i should sing w/my mommy more often. i'm excited that our choir director wants the two of us to do some sort of duet or something for Christmas. :)
ok, i s'pose i'd better get to lunch so i can pack. see, i knew i'd hafta block out this whole week for packing, because i knew this would happen: it's wednesday, i must be packed by friday morning @the absolute LATEST, and have had my life blocked out since monday to do nothing but. i've thus far packed: my shoes. that's it.
it's funny how i'm missing certain people more now than the rest of the summer, and others far less, even though i know i'll see them (almost) all in a week or two.
that's enough for now. "peace out."
(edit: one last thing)
we didn't really deserve honors tshirts for reading 1,085 pages over 2months. heck, senior honors class has to read war and peace AND the brothers karamazov OVER THE SUMMER! i'm not exactly looking forward to that... still, i treasure my honors tshirt above most others i own. :)
my mom &i cantor together @Sunday Mass, &last night [being a solemnity and thus equivalent to a Sunday Mass] was our last night cantoring together this summer. father puleo has been joking all summer that we're the "Gilligan Twins". put those two together, and not only did we get quite a few compliments more than usual [especially on our psalm harmony], but also some genuine confusion as to whether mom has a twin. hilarious! it also came to light, in conversing w/some of those sweet little old ladies after Mass that part of the reason they were all /so/ thrilled to meet aaron &so particularly fond of him is that they're all hoping to see me get married lol, and he seems to fit the bill well enough (i.e., male. Catholic enough to go to daily Mass. respectful. did i tell you that even father puleo told me "now /there's/ a boy you should marry!" -- even after going through the whole vocations discussion!?)... that just cracks me up. by the way, father told me not to tell him that. do i need to confess disobeying a priest's direct orders, even though he /knew/ when he told me that that i would?
after Mass, we went to the wake for celeste [an old friend from the parish]'s mom. after talking to her for a few minutes, she introduced us to her brothers and sisters. when she got to one particular sister, she identified us each by name, then came back to me and said, "she goes to steubenville." to complete the stereotype, her sister did indeed ask me whether i've had scott hahn. it'd been a while since this interchange had last taken place, and it amused me.
on the way back from the pizzeria we stopped at after the wake, theresa got into dad's car and i into mom's [mom let me drive, but dad didn't let theresa drive, for MANY good reasons (not the least because she's 12)], and i knew [mom heard confirmation] that they were gonna race us home. so i beat them. [huzzah for right-of-way! even when they tried to sneak around and cut me off, i won!] i even sent mom to the front door to unlock it while i was getting extricated from the car. theresa decided that we'd cheated [since i cut them off while they were trying to cut me off leaving the parking lot, even though i /clearly/ had right of way. she's just a sore loser], and declared us disqualified [and thus declared herself the winner by default]. but don't worry, i didn't let her get away with it.
then we played Wine-opoly, which we'd given mom &dad for their anniversary [only about a month early... what? i wanted to be home when we gave it to them!], which is a hilarious, pretentious game about wine! it was fun, but it made me wonder if it should be played while consuming some of the spirits the game talks about, just because of the monotony of playing monopoly for ever and ever and ever and a half... but it was clever and well-done.
so they say that dell laptop batteries made before apr '04 have a tendency to explode. i ordered mine in aug '04. d'you think it's ok, or is my laptop likely to spontaneously combust?
while i'm asking general opinions, what's with the fifth joyful mystery? i have never been able to comprehend why the finding of Jesus in the temple rates up there with, oh, His birth? i mean, yeah i'm sure i'm missing something, but... what?
i finally got in touch w/our school today. it seems that my scholarship is missing because i never filled out my fafsa. whoops.
the funeral this morning made me think about funerals in general. the eulogy made me cry, because it really showed through what a good mother she was [even though i barely knew her]. and mom &i felt uplifted because we naturally play off each others' harmonies [particularly easy because we both know the same multiple harmonies for many songs], and we'd been missing that for a long time. i should sing w/my mommy more often. i'm excited that our choir director wants the two of us to do some sort of duet or something for Christmas. :)
ok, i s'pose i'd better get to lunch so i can pack. see, i knew i'd hafta block out this whole week for packing, because i knew this would happen: it's wednesday, i must be packed by friday morning @the absolute LATEST, and have had my life blocked out since monday to do nothing but. i've thus far packed: my shoes. that's it.
it's funny how i'm missing certain people more now than the rest of the summer, and others far less, even though i know i'll see them (almost) all in a week or two.
that's enough for now. "peace out."
(edit: one last thing)
we didn't really deserve honors tshirts for reading 1,085 pages over 2months. heck, senior honors class has to read war and peace AND the brothers karamazov OVER THE SUMMER! i'm not exactly looking forward to that... still, i treasure my honors tshirt above most others i own. :)