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So for once, the plant is calm and I am walking the fine line of blogging at work. Of course I am using my patented, write it on Word then transfer to blog in a millisecond move. I saw the movie “Hitch” this weekend and I must say that I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. The whole food allergy scene was hilarious. I almost fell out of my chair, seriously. It also was good in that the lead female looked like a hispanic Jessica Simpson, no really go watch the movie and tell me they don’t have the same facial structure, eyes and….ahem similar assets. On to another subject, moving a king size bed. I plan to get this thing from Charleston to Cola this weekend, hopefully on Saturday. The problem is that I don’t know the dimensions of the mattress and it’s accompanying box spring(s). I know the standard king dimensions but dont know the depth of the ultra plush euro pillow top dealy. I asked Lauren to get me the dimensions from the store so I can plan out which UHaul I need to rent. Once again, invitations are open to crash at my place and help me move the thing in. Lauren thought she was going to get out of it by suggesting that I just drive it up on Sunday after we have our “interview” with the sister that is overseeing our marriage. I told her that I would need someone to help me lug the thing into the house….she didn’t think about that. As for the “interview” I can’t wait to lie to a catholic nun about raising my childern in the catholic church and all that stuff that they make you do when you marry a catholic. To me that is just a sign that the religion itself is struggling when you have to have people swear to raise their children in the catholic church. Uhh hello in todays world you should just be glad I am planning to raise them in a church at all! I have a bitter taste in my mouth involving the catholic religion, mostly stemming from the start of this wedding when the conversation basically went like this:
Nun: Brad are you a catholic?
Me: No I am Presbyterian
The nun I guess decided from that point on that I was invisible and spoke only to Lauren. Whatever, I don’t want to go to a place that took forever to figure out that they had a pedophylia problem. Luckily Lauren is not too happy with the catholic church either so she is open to changing. I figure we will try some different churches and see what we like. All I am really looking for is a good choir and a good sermon (a band wouldn’t hurt as I would dive right into that!). That is enough ranting for now, I have to go walk around with a piece of paper in my hand, the look of the world coming down on me on my face, and look like I am doing something important.
February 22nd, 2005 at 11:22 pm
/shrug/
It can work. My mom’s Catholic; my dad was Presbyterian. I can remember my dad going to church maybe twice in my life…mainly Christmas Mass Service.
February 23rd, 2005 at 7:45 am
Anonymous, that’s not working. Your Dad didn’t go to church. He was denied his religious beliefs or lost faith because his wife’s religion was unaccepting and adversarial. I got off easy on that matter. Cyndi’s Baptist and we go to a church where the Minister preaches like a Presbyterian. I’m not saying he preaches predestinationism, just not hell fire and brimstone.
February 23rd, 2005 at 9:59 am
Thanks Funk, that’s how I felt about my dad. He only went to church when my grandparents were in town. I want to be able to go to church with the fam while agreeing with the message.
February 23rd, 2005 at 11:16 am
Yeah, I like both traditional and contemporary services. I just can’t get up early enough for the contemporary service. I would definately recommend that you make sure you like the senior minister. After all, associates leave to start their own church. I’m sure you and Lauren have discussed religion, though. It’s kind of a prerequisite to marriage in my mind. Something has always resinated in me about not marrying someone who isn’t a Christian. I think I read something about that somewhere in a book or something.
February 23rd, 2005 at 1:12 pm
Lawton:
2 Corinthians 6:14: “Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?”
This is generally interpreted to refer specifically to marriage.
I’ve noticed an interesting phenomenon in Christian marriages when the two spouses come from different sects/denominations, something I’ll call “Middle Grounding It”.
The equations generally go: [Husband's denom] + [wife's denom] = [Middle Ground Denom]
For instance:
Catholic + Presbyterian = Episcopal.
Presbyterian + Non-denom = Baptist.
Non-denom + Catholic = Presbyterian.
etc.
This doesn’t hold true for all cases, but it’s definitely an interesting trend.
February 24th, 2005 at 11:38 am
Episcopal, known to George Carlin as Catholic-Lite. I have attended an Episcopal church for a while in High School. I pretty much stayed confused with the whole sit stand kneel thing. If not for the prompts in teh bulletin I would have been clueless. Fortunately the Father at the church was good.