Postscripts From The Catholic Spitfire Grill

Speak as little as possible about yourself;
Keep busy with your own affairs and not those of others;
Avoid curiosity;
Do not interfere in the affairs of others;
Accept small irritations with good humor;
Do not dwell on the faults of others;
Accept censures even if unmerited;
Give in to the will of others;
Accept insults and injuries;
Accept contempt, being forgotten and disregarded;
Accept injuries and insults;
Be courteous and delicate even when provoked by someone;
Do not seek to be admired and loved;
Do not protect yourself behind your own dignity;
Give in, in discussions, even when you are right;
Choose always the more difficult task.

Built in memory of the more than 350 Catholic Martyrs during the English Reformation at Tyburn Square. I wish I lived close enough to visit! There are mini-biographies of many of the martyrs listed on their website as well as some information on the Tyburn Gallows.

I’ve been tagged, I am supposed to post this rule:

People who get tagged need to write a blog entry of their own 6 weird things as well as stating this rule clearly! Three people need to be tagged and their names listed. Finally a comment needs to be left on each tagged person’s blog…

And then tell you 6 weird things about myself. I’m sorry but I am perfectly normal and I don’t have six weird things to tell you. And for some unknown reason, when I said this to my friends they laughed hysterically. They are so. not. funny.

1. I am known for eating healthy. I regularly drink spinach juice (and parsly juice, and cilantro juice, etc.) and have been known to make breakfast waitresses go make up the day’s salads so I can have one for breakfast. I don’t think eating healthy is weird but my friends tell me that not everyone drinks spinach juice.

2. Despite #1 above, I do not care much for cooked vegetables. I will eat them if you put them in front of me and I cannot think of a polite way to spread them around my plate and pretend that I have eaten them. Overcooked vegetables are straight from the pits of Hell. I have met with some veggies that were so overcooked that not even politeness could keep them down.

3. You can tell if I am eating something that I don’t like because my nostrils flare ever so slightly. My mother thinks this is funny. I don’t care for the fact that my body telegraphs every little thing I am thinking. I have very transparent body language in most other respects as well. If I think you are stupid, every pore of my body will be telling you that no matter how polite I am trying to be (and I am sincerely TRYING to be polite in most cases) The internet is a godsend to me because I can communicate without my body language giving me away.

4. I am on a personal mission to stomp out non-linen Altar linens. They wrapped Jesus body in LINEN….not in wrinkle-resistant cotton polyester. To that end I make hemstitched Altar linens as fast as I am able and buy linen by the bolt…unfortunately blogging cuts into hemstitching time.

5. I collect cookbooks. The last time someone had me count, I had over 300 and 3 more arrived in the mail that day after I finished counting. That was several years ago and I’ve been too embarrassed to count them since then. I read cookbooks for fun and I have at least as many cookbooks on my bookcase headboard as I do dusty-theology books.

6. My kitchen is backwards. As least this is what I have been told by more than one person. I have no trouble finding whatever I need, but anyone else who goes into my kitchen tells me that I put things in the wrong place.

I tag Wendy, Tom N., and Steven Furtick