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Last Lesson

Today marks the final CCD lesson of the year for my 6th graders, yesterday was the last for 4th grade. What does that mean? Well, for me it means that I’ve officially taught religious education for every single grade from Kindergarten through 6th. Wowzers! And looking back, I can report the best and worst ages to teach, my favorite being 3rd & 4th grades and not-so-favorite 2nd and 5th. But don’t get me wrong – I’m thrilled to have had the chance to be in the classroom making a difference all those years. Wouldn’t have changed a thing.

So what’s a catechist to do next week? What any CCD teacher would do…
THROW A PIZZA PARTY!

While sitting back all smug about being done, of course. *happy dance*

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Going to Hell in a Handbasket

j0177806Ok, my first thought after typing that post title was, “Huh? Who the crap invented that whole saying? Because if anyone’s going to Hell, why would they be in a handbasket? And what’s a handbasket anyway? Is there really one big enough for an actual person to fit inside for going to Hell purposes?”

Whatever. Let’s just go with it.

Anyway, I’m not going there (fingers crossed); and if I were, I wouldn’t be going in a handbasket. A stolen Jaguar? Now there’s a possibility. But the purpose of this blog is not about me, or anyone I know, going to Hell. Instead, I’m sitting here studying my catechist material for presenting to young CCD’ers later today. Said material contains information about JUDGMENT. Only, I’m not talking just one JUDGMENT, but get this: TWO! That’s right – ‘Particular Judgment‘ for people after death and ‘Last Judgment‘ for the living and the dead when Jesus returns. And somewhere along those lines, I need to explain the concept of Hell to my CCD peeps… oh, this is going to get very interesting.

Someone throw me a rope – it’s getting deep in here.

Screams of Joy

Hear that noise? Yes, you are hearing the sound of a multitude of catechists rambunctiously cheering with happiness this week, mostly due to our resident priest’s offer to teach CCD classes about how the Catholic mass takes place in his home country, Nigeria. And Father’s offer to do this kind act means:

WE’RE COMPLETELY OFF THE HOOK IN THE TEACHING DEPARTMENT! WOOHOOOOOOOO!!!! YOU ROCK DUDE!!!

Catechists are allowed to celebrate excessively on occasions such as these. Carry on, peeps.

“It Sucked and then I Cried”



"It Sucked and then I Cried"
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This book purchase happened upon me today in the most unexpected way. While taking the CK’s to see Monsters vs Aliens at the theater this morning; well, I got the show times mixed up. I had mistakenly viewed the weekend schedule online and thought the movie started at 10:00 a.m. rather than the actual 1:30 p.m. So what’s a family to do? Visit the nearby Barnes & Noble, where this fine little book awaited me front and center after walking in the door. Sweetness.

Glitter & Puberty

Being a mom makes a person’s mind wonder hither and yon. It’s literally like a circus inside and outside of this mom’s head, let me tell you. And since I’ve been putting off blogging for a ridiculous amount of time, I’ve finally decided to focus in on some of these nice little issues that have come across the Mom Desk: namely Glitter and Puberty. These 2 things are happening simultaneously at the Catholic Homestead, and really, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. Actually, does it sound glamorous? Nope, not really.

First Glitter. A certain family member (with good intentions, of course) sent us a package recently that caused quite a stir. We all gathered around to open it and were immediately showered with… brace yourself… GLITTER. While this might be fun and festive for most families with children still in grade school; well, we’re not most families. No, we’re the kind of family with a youngster who thinks glitter is the source of everything evil, meaning the package had to be quarantined immediately and banished from the home, lest glitter seep out and turn everyone all sparkly. So much for being festive.

Next Puberty. The hormones are building, feet smelling, armpits requiring deodorant, etc. etc. And explaining to a child why a lifelong playmate is now wearing a “bathing suit top under her shirt” is not an easy task. Not only that, but I’m finding myself bracing for voice changes and flashing back to Peter’s ordeal while singing on “The Brady Bunch”, wondering if we need to arrange a You Tube showing of the episode in preparation of it all. It might help, why not? Anyway, not having had a brother while growing up puts me at a disadvantage so I’m relying heavily on Catholic Hubs in the boy-puberty-arena. The girl-thing? I’m all over that, thanks to big sis of mine who taught me everything before I even needed to know it. (Thanks, girlie!)

Meanwhile, *argh*. Life seemed so much easier when they were little – if only we’d realized it then.

Update below – just couldn’t resist: