Thoughts

Deep thoughts.  Ha ha not really.  I had some thoughts in church on Sunday but Lord knows if I'll be able to remember them.

• The first thing is that I found this website called catholicsexy.blogspot.com.  It's very interesting, even if I did get a little pearl-clutchy over some of it.  I hope that it's a good reference for NFP, though.  Lord, NFP is weird.  I mean, NFP isn't weird, I think it's fine.  I have a good friend who is an NFP teacher and she is always willing to answer any questions I have.  But man - some people who use NFP are weirdos.  Ha ha - I mean, some of all people are weirdos, right?  But it's just a LOT of talk about other people's sex lives and - well, it's like this - I think if Catholics believe that sex is restorative and pleasurable and unifying and also used in reproduction, if you've decided that you are not able to be pregnant, if you have grave reasons for not getting pregnant or whatever, just because you might not feel like having sex, maybe you should?  But people are always complaining, it seems that they just don't FEEL like having sex when they are able to have sex, and I think well get over it!  Who is doing what they want to do, all the time?  WHO?  
• Oh, these other moms at school and church are so, so bitchy.  There is one woman whom I met a few years ago, at a moms' social thing at church.  This woman came to the playgroup and talked only to her daughter until a friend of hers got there and then she talked only to her friend.  I've seen her several times in church since then, all the time really, and she waits for her kids to come out of school feet away from where I wait and she just - she refuses to say hi, or make eye contact or anything.  It is a very Mean Girls type vibe and I think, what?  Really?  We are in church!  Or at CATHOLIC school!  We have an ice cream social next week and I just know that she is going to be super nice to me if she is forced but by that point, I am going to hate her and then what?  Also, I saw on Facebook that she is a good friend of a friend of mine and now I'm afraid he's a Mean Girl too.  I have been a stay at home mother for EIGHT YEARS and I have a lot of friends and never in that time have I not said hi to someone or be rude to someone who was on her own, because I was raised right, for the Love of God.  
• I really like the Priest at my church, I think he's an excellent speaker.  This week he spoke about St. Joan of Arc and how she had a friend come to the place where she was burned at the stake and hold the Crucifix so she could just focus on it as she was being BURNED AT THE STAKE!  And I was thinking, wow, that is something, and also I was thinking, I am no martyr and also I was thinking, if I were not Catholic and just wandered in here, I would think, this is the craziest talk I've ever heard.  
• I went to a Moms Retreat yesterday.  It's called Morning for Moms in our Archdiocese and it's so nice.  It cost $35 and you get breakfast and coffee and lunch and Mass and a speaker.  This time is was an author of a book, I can't remember and am too lazy to get up look at the title, but I really enjoyed her talk.  But here's some bad things that happened, because I can't leave well enough alone. 
• One woman that I sat with said that she never really feels like she has to do things with adults, because her four year old is just like another adult.  She said I mean, I discuss theology with my two year old, what more could I want?  I thought of Felicity, who will be two next month and who said Daddy, no! the other day and I counted it as her first two word phrase, and who drew on the wall yesterday and brought Mike over to point and say "tah dah!" and, um, that is not the same as an adult!  The woman said, with no irony, "it's just that my children are extraordinary".  Mmmmmkay.  
• So we had this nice Mass and afterward the woman who runs it said thanks for coming and also they are thinking of doing a co-op thing with childcare because they can't do it anymore.  She said they were only able to get childcare yesterday at the last minute.  So she said maybe if you moms want to work childcare one time, you can work and then we will give you a coupon for a free next time.  OR, she said, maybe you know someone who would want to babysit for a SMALL stipend (emphasis hers), or else this is going to have to be the last year for Mornings with Moms.  I swear I was just *thanking God* for this great program, where we could bring our kids and be sure they were taken care of so we could focus on our own spiritual life, since we spend all the rest of our time taking care of other people, and poof!, down came the hammer from this lady.  Hows about you charge more so you can pay someone a living wage?  What the heck?  It was $35 and there were 20 of us, so maybe charge $40?  Or 50?  Why do you have to threaten to take away this great opportunity, which happens THREE times a YEAR?  I hate everyone.  
• What else.  I had something to say about music, but I can't remember what.  It was not nice, I'm sure.  How I hate the music at my church.  And most of the people in it.  Ha, that is not great, is it?  I just don't like the bad music or the mean people.  But I think somehow I'm supposed to LIKE the music and LOVE the people, no matter how bad or mean they are, which, ugh, I guess I will work on that.  
• I don't have anywhere else to post this, but every time I hear the song Blurred Lines I get mad.  There was some article written about how it was 'rapey', which is a word I despise.  You know what's rapey?  RAPE!  Nothing else!  I was listening to some song the other day, I forget what, and it was very heavy on the metaphors and the similes and I was thinking Robin Thicke has this song, he says you're a good girl, I know you want it, you're the hottest bitch in this place, you're far from plastic and mostly I think um, that doesn't make sense.  Far from plastic?  But also, I think, why do we have to call him a rapist or rapey because he wrote a song?  You know, I remember years ago when the Andres Serrano exhibit was in New York or whatever and even though he had the Piss Christ, and he was sponsored by the NEA, everyone said he is an ARTIST and he is EXPRESSING HIMSELF and then it's okay, right?  So Robin Thicke (who I really want to call Alan Thicke, every time) writes a song - or performs a song, I don't even know if he wrote it or not, where he uses a lot of metaphors and similes and talks the sexy talk to a girl who may or may not be acting like a good girl even though she is a dirty kitty who wants it.  I don't know, but I don't know if we have to call him rapey.  Also, everyone was down on him for HIS behavior during the MTV thing and I never saw HIM sticking a foam finger in his crotch or chasing after that girl.  His suit was bad but otherwise I'm not mad at him.  Which is a good thing, because I am mad at EVERYONE else, practically, ha!