me “[Man who shall remain nameless], I will sit in you lap if you don’t get out of my
seat.”
him “Oh, I wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s free…”
Showing posts with label Quote book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quote book. Show all posts
03 April 2013
13 June 2008
Gotta love brothers
I did something the other day...something I got in "trouble" for. Technically, I was in trouble with my mother, who actually has the authority to do those things, but my brother decided to take matters into his own hands.
"This court finds you guilty on the charge and specification of ______. You are sentenced to four days of puberty."
It isn't what he meant. But it was certainly funny. :D
"This court finds you guilty on the charge and specification of ______. You are sentenced to four days of puberty."
It isn't what he meant. But it was certainly funny. :D
11 May 2008
"Not the Mississippi River"
The above words were part of Cardinal Pell's description of TAC's Class of 2008. But, at the same time, he said, they were like the water in the ponds on the lower part of campus -- pure and clear.
I am now officially an incoming freshman. TAC's finals finished on Friday, so all of the freshmen are now sophomores and the seniors are the graduates. August seems so far away, but so close at the same time. I'm excited, nervous, happy, and scared all at the same time. It is amazing the wide variety of emotions one can experience at once without exploding. :)
Another favorite quote from Cardinal Pell's Commencement address: "The young people are meant to bring fire to the Church; we elders are here to ensure that they don't burn it down."
It was an awesome two days spent with friends who live halfway across the country, as well as friends who live close by. There was laughter in abundance and enough food to keep even the boys full. A recipe for success, is it not? And all the while we were surrounded by scenes of the following nature:
I am now officially an incoming freshman. TAC's finals finished on Friday, so all of the freshmen are now sophomores and the seniors are the graduates. August seems so far away, but so close at the same time. I'm excited, nervous, happy, and scared all at the same time. It is amazing the wide variety of emotions one can experience at once without exploding. :)
Another favorite quote from Cardinal Pell's Commencement address: "The young people are meant to bring fire to the Church; we elders are here to ensure that they don't burn it down."
It was an awesome two days spent with friends who live halfway across the country, as well as friends who live close by. There was laughter in abundance and enough food to keep even the boys full. A recipe for success, is it not? And all the while we were surrounded by scenes of the following nature:
17 April 2008
Gather round, kids
Time for a funny story.
A member of our choir had knee surgery earlier this week. Her life is a very sad story, but for the purposes of this post, suffice it to say that she has no family around to help her. She is staying at a friend's house. But the friend is out of town. So, she's 65 years old, all by herself, and recovering from a torn meniscus. Mum, a veteran of knee surgery, brought her supper today. But not before she had a very peculiar adventure.
Mrs. B is a good friend of ours and the injured lady's. She gave Mum directions to the house. They were, "Turn left onto the street that you turn on to get to my house, but she is in the second house on the right. There is a big, white car in the driveway."
So, Mum did just that. She turned left and looked at the second house on the right. It existed, but there was no car. She looked at the second house on the left. It also existed. And it had a car in the driveway. A gold one. Then she began to worry that maybe she had misunderstood Mrs. B. Maybe it was the house on the left. Then she got scared. She couldn't remember for sure what Mrs. B had said! While kicking herself for not writing it down, she proceeded to the left side of the street.
Mrs. B had told Mum that the lady would be leaving the front door unlocked for her. That way she wouldn't have to get up and hobble over to let her in. Mum, even with her uncertainty, didn't want to run the risk of making the invalid walk. So she opened the door cautiously and tip-toed in. She called out, "Ruth?" No answer, but she saw a young girl at the other end of the house. This couldn't possibly be it. She ran back out, shut the door, and then knocked on it. The little girl came to the door. She was about 10 years old and while she didn't know anyone named Ruth, she was kind enough to fetch her mom. My mum, in her extreme embarrassment, explained to that mom that she was looking for an old lady named Ruth who had just had knee surgery. She was trying to bring her supper, she told the stranger. The lady was very sympathetic and said that it probably was the house without the car. Mum thanked her and got away as fast as she possibly could. Then she got back in the car and did a couple laps around the block.
For anyone who knows my mom, you can probably picture fairly well the state she was in. A bit of panic would have set in by now and that makes her (like most people) less rational. She turned onto another street. There, on that street, there existed a second house on the right with a white car in the driveway. Could it be possible that Mrs. B had gotten the streets mixed up? Not likely. She lived in the neighborhood and had been to the elusive house just that morning. Thankfully, Mum didn't adventure into that house, but she went back to the original street and bravely approached the second house on the right. The one with no car in front. Not wanting to risk another indelicate entrance, she tapped on the door before she opened it and peeked in. To her utter relief, she heard Ruth's greeting. Whew! She got her dinner delivered and was back, safe, in the car headed home.
And then Mum, because she is my mum, started wondering, "Maybe there was a car in the driveway and I was just hallucinating."
hehehehe
Poor Mum.
A member of our choir had knee surgery earlier this week. Her life is a very sad story, but for the purposes of this post, suffice it to say that she has no family around to help her. She is staying at a friend's house. But the friend is out of town. So, she's 65 years old, all by herself, and recovering from a torn meniscus. Mum, a veteran of knee surgery, brought her supper today. But not before she had a very peculiar adventure.
Mrs. B is a good friend of ours and the injured lady's. She gave Mum directions to the house. They were, "Turn left onto the street that you turn on to get to my house, but she is in the second house on the right. There is a big, white car in the driveway."
So, Mum did just that. She turned left and looked at the second house on the right. It existed, but there was no car. She looked at the second house on the left. It also existed. And it had a car in the driveway. A gold one. Then she began to worry that maybe she had misunderstood Mrs. B. Maybe it was the house on the left. Then she got scared. She couldn't remember for sure what Mrs. B had said! While kicking herself for not writing it down, she proceeded to the left side of the street.
Mrs. B had told Mum that the lady would be leaving the front door unlocked for her. That way she wouldn't have to get up and hobble over to let her in. Mum, even with her uncertainty, didn't want to run the risk of making the invalid walk. So she opened the door cautiously and tip-toed in. She called out, "Ruth?" No answer, but she saw a young girl at the other end of the house. This couldn't possibly be it. She ran back out, shut the door, and then knocked on it. The little girl came to the door. She was about 10 years old and while she didn't know anyone named Ruth, she was kind enough to fetch her mom. My mum, in her extreme embarrassment, explained to that mom that she was looking for an old lady named Ruth who had just had knee surgery. She was trying to bring her supper, she told the stranger. The lady was very sympathetic and said that it probably was the house without the car. Mum thanked her and got away as fast as she possibly could. Then she got back in the car and did a couple laps around the block.
For anyone who knows my mom, you can probably picture fairly well the state she was in. A bit of panic would have set in by now and that makes her (like most people) less rational. She turned onto another street. There, on that street, there existed a second house on the right with a white car in the driveway. Could it be possible that Mrs. B had gotten the streets mixed up? Not likely. She lived in the neighborhood and had been to the elusive house just that morning. Thankfully, Mum didn't adventure into that house, but she went back to the original street and bravely approached the second house on the right. The one with no car in front. Not wanting to risk another indelicate entrance, she tapped on the door before she opened it and peeked in. To her utter relief, she heard Ruth's greeting. Whew! She got her dinner delivered and was back, safe, in the car headed home.
And then Mum, because she is my mum, started wondering, "Maybe there was a car in the driveway and I was just hallucinating."
hehehehe
Poor Mum.
14 April 2008
Mia Familia
Out to dinner last night, I was telling Mum, Dad, and Scott about a mini-conversation I had the day previously with Andrea and one of her fellow pelicans. The topic? Food. We were discussing (for about one minute) the difference in guys' and girls' relationships to food.
I was explaining our findings when Dad said, "But your answer is right at the beginning of the conversation. Girls have a relationship with food. Guys just eat it."
While I was busy laughing at this, Mum asked Scott, "Do you have a relationship with food, Scott?"
"I do right now," Scott replied. "I mean, you can't get more into a relationship with something than eating it."
Yeah, that's my family. Good times, good times. :D
I was explaining our findings when Dad said, "But your answer is right at the beginning of the conversation. Girls have a relationship with food. Guys just eat it."
While I was busy laughing at this, Mum asked Scott, "Do you have a relationship with food, Scott?"
"I do right now," Scott replied. "I mean, you can't get more into a relationship with something than eating it."
Yeah, that's my family. Good times, good times. :D
02 April 2008
The Joys of the first of April
I generally ignore the existence of April Fool's Day. Alright, I'll be honest -- I tend to forget the significance of April 1st until it is April 2nd. But not this year. This year I got my brother good.
The idea was originally Mom's. She was going to tell Scott that CAP's National Commander was coming to the meeting (which was last night) to inspect everyone's PT exercises. She was then going to ask him to come upstairs and look on the computer at some CAP provided video on the subject. When he looked at the computer, there was going to be a word processor up, bearing the legend "April Fool's!" Good idea. But she forgot to do it.
So, after we dropped Scott off at the meeting, Mum and I went out to dinner. We do this about once a month. We get some girl bonding time and go see what the newest ridiculous fashions at the local stores are. Over dinner, we perfected our plan.
About half-way home, I launched our scheme. I told Scott that the Wing Commander (I decided that was more believable than National) was going to come some time during the next month and all of the cadets of the squadron were going to have to redo their latest review board. He was going to be doing this all over the state during the course of the year. But he wasn't allowed to tell. I had only gotten this information through our sister who had been told by one of her roommates (who is very involved in CAP). Scott's reaction was priceless. He bought it, hook, line, and sinker. "Oh, no!" said Scott. "Why?" I replied that it was to ensure that all of the cadets were up to par. He groaned and got all worked up. It was fantastic.
But it is a very good thing that it was almost 9:30 at night and very dark. Otherwise my face would have betrayed me. I managed to keep my voice steady, but I couldn't keep my face from stretching into an enormous smile. We didn't leave him in suspense long, however. I left him to agonize for about a minute and then told him I was kidding. It was great. I've never been able to pull something like that off before...and I probably never will again. But it was fun while it lasted.
The idea was originally Mom's. She was going to tell Scott that CAP's National Commander was coming to the meeting (which was last night) to inspect everyone's PT exercises. She was then going to ask him to come upstairs and look on the computer at some CAP provided video on the subject. When he looked at the computer, there was going to be a word processor up, bearing the legend "April Fool's!" Good idea. But she forgot to do it.
So, after we dropped Scott off at the meeting, Mum and I went out to dinner. We do this about once a month. We get some girl bonding time and go see what the newest ridiculous fashions at the local stores are. Over dinner, we perfected our plan.
About half-way home, I launched our scheme. I told Scott that the Wing Commander (I decided that was more believable than National) was going to come some time during the next month and all of the cadets of the squadron were going to have to redo their latest review board. He was going to be doing this all over the state during the course of the year. But he wasn't allowed to tell. I had only gotten this information through our sister who had been told by one of her roommates (who is very involved in CAP). Scott's reaction was priceless. He bought it, hook, line, and sinker. "Oh, no!" said Scott. "Why?" I replied that it was to ensure that all of the cadets were up to par. He groaned and got all worked up. It was fantastic.
But it is a very good thing that it was almost 9:30 at night and very dark. Otherwise my face would have betrayed me. I managed to keep my voice steady, but I couldn't keep my face from stretching into an enormous smile. We didn't leave him in suspense long, however. I left him to agonize for about a minute and then told him I was kidding. It was great. I've never been able to pull something like that off before...and I probably never will again. But it was fun while it lasted.
01 April 2008
Just throwin' this out there....
There is a debate, which is at times pretty intense, about holding hands during the Our Father. I'm not going to get into it here, but I will share the opinion of a priest who was Dad's professor in college. You all may have heard of him: his name is Fr. Fessio.
Question: Is it liturgically and theologically correct to hold hands during the Our Father?
Bishop Cordileone: Well, it really isn't symbolically appropriate, but it doesn't say not to in the rubrics.
Fr. Fessio: It also does not say to not stand on your head throughout the entire Mass in the rubrics.
:D
Question: Is it liturgically and theologically correct to hold hands during the Our Father?
Bishop Cordileone: Well, it really isn't symbolically appropriate, but it doesn't say not to in the rubrics.
Fr. Fessio: It also does not say to not stand on your head throughout the entire Mass in the rubrics.
:D
14 March 2008
Flubs a la O. Praem
A Norbertine priest comes once a week to teach us kids religion. For homework, he gives us a sheet of notes that are basically a condensed version of whatever source book he is using. (In case anyone's curious, this semester it is the Didache Series book "The History of the Church")
He must've been incredibly distracted this week, for the sheet contained an unprecedented number of mistakes. A sampling:
"St. Joan of Arc was burned at the state"
"The Black Plaque killed 25 million people"
"England had the upper hand due to the long bow French Civil War" (in case anyone can't tell, there is supposed to be an "and the" in between to make two causes...some people thought the "bow" was the mistake. Just to clarify)
Then there were some fairly minor typos, such as "poisned" instead of poisoned and "Pitrarch" instead of "Petrarch"
The winner of the afternoon, though, was something he actually said, while trying to correct the following:
"Michaelangelo's most famous sculpture is the Piet'a."
When explaining how to fix it, he instructed the class to "cross out the apostasy and insert an accent mark."
Hehe :D
He must've been incredibly distracted this week, for the sheet contained an unprecedented number of mistakes. A sampling:
"St. Joan of Arc was burned at the state"
"The Black Plaque killed 25 million people"
"England had the upper hand due to the long bow French Civil War" (in case anyone can't tell, there is supposed to be an "and the" in between to make two causes...some people thought the "bow" was the mistake. Just to clarify)
Then there were some fairly minor typos, such as "poisned" instead of poisoned and "Pitrarch" instead of "Petrarch"
The winner of the afternoon, though, was something he actually said, while trying to correct the following:
"Michaelangelo's most famous sculpture is the Piet'a."
When explaining how to fix it, he instructed the class to "cross out the apostasy and insert an accent mark."
Hehe :D
11 March 2008
History in the Making
At my lil' bro's CAP meeting tonight, an interesting event took place. This is how it was reported to me:
Maj. Ammann: Cadet Lynch, front and center
Lil bro walks up and salutes Maj. Ammann
Maj. Ammann: How do you spell your sister's name?
Lil bro: I don't know, sir
Needless to say, his response to the question produced much laughter amongst his fellow cadets. Apparently the point of this discourse was to give me an award. ME! When I inquired for a reason, I was told that it was for my helping out at the 4th of July parade last year. So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen: I'm the first water buffalo to ever receive a CAP award! How exciting is that?!?!
Note to self: teach lil bro how to spell my name...
Maj. Ammann: Cadet Lynch, front and center
Lil bro walks up and salutes Maj. Ammann
Maj. Ammann: How do you spell your sister's name?
Lil bro: I don't know, sir
Needless to say, his response to the question produced much laughter amongst his fellow cadets. Apparently the point of this discourse was to give me an award. ME! When I inquired for a reason, I was told that it was for my helping out at the 4th of July parade last year. So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen: I'm the first water buffalo to ever receive a CAP award! How exciting is that?!?!
Note to self: teach lil bro how to spell my name...
09 March 2008
Flubs
Some recent slip-ups of the English language as displayed by people around me in the past couple of days.
"I, shamefully enough, took advantage of that atmosphere of animosity." He meant anonymity. And HE was a literature major.
"He wants to change the world and be the kind of person who people will listen to." My beloved sis was talking of someone who I always thought of as very down to earth and humble. Apparently she meant "will talk to." Otherwise the poor guy will become a dictator of a severe magnitude.
"I'm her sister." Spoken by my brother. Poor guy.
"It would seem necessary for the evolution of the human species." I MEANT propagation.
"For all you sopranos who don't have the music, I'm going to challenge you not to look at it." Another bit of proof that our choir director is really intelligent.
Ah, life. Mr. Bennet summarized it marvelously, I believe: "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn."
"I, shamefully enough, took advantage of that atmosphere of animosity." He meant anonymity. And HE was a literature major.
"He wants to change the world and be the kind of person who people will listen to." My beloved sis was talking of someone who I always thought of as very down to earth and humble. Apparently she meant "will talk to." Otherwise the poor guy will become a dictator of a severe magnitude.
"I'm her sister." Spoken by my brother. Poor guy.
"It would seem necessary for the evolution of the human species." I MEANT propagation.
"For all you sopranos who don't have the music, I'm going to challenge you not to look at it." Another bit of proof that our choir director is really intelligent.
Ah, life. Mr. Bennet summarized it marvelously, I believe: "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn."
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