Left behind...

I woke up one Saturday morning.  It was cloudy and dark. Emma was not in bed; Leo was not in his crib.  All was silence.  Something in my mind told me they weren't in the house.  At first, I rejoiced at the prospect of a silent morning sipping coffee and reading the news online while planting virtual vegetables.  I quickly went downstairs to make my aromatic brew.  I ground the beans, I boiled the water; all was ready.  At that moment, a calling came upon me. A calling that all feel after a long night of vivid dreams.  A calling that has only one fulfillment of which society approves yet cares not speak of.  I made a bee-line to the lavatory.  Upon arrival, I threw open the door...

THE RAPTURE!!!!!!!!!!

At first, a change of pants we necessary.  Secondly,  I knew that I had been left behind.

Passiontide: Week Two

Happy Palm Sunday to you all.  Here are a few photos of Passiontide here at St. Peter's.  The veils were made by Emma last year. 

The altar is rather tall and it's difficult to get to the statues. Last year, we had a seminarian climb up to put them on the statues.  This year, no such luck.  However, we did have a 6'4" college student. 

I hope to have more pictures soon.

Our Beamish Boy

The Legend of the Frumious Bottom Squeezer

Once upon a time (maybe) there might have existed three persons (let's call them Jub Jub, Mome Rath, and Slithy Tove).  They lived together happily in a red brick residence that might been called Providence House, but, as with all good legends, facts are heavily mixed with fiction.  Anyway, Jub Jub, Mome Rath, and Slithy Tove were enjoying a meal around the table one day when the gripping subject of toothpaste came up.  Their conversation may have gone something like this:

    Jub Jub: "Why are people so hung up on the condition in which their spouse leaves the toothpaste tube?  You would think it was the sand in the spinach of marital bliss!"

    Mome Rath: "Well, it just doesn't make sense when the toothpaste is all spread out--it can be quite frustrating to the more perfect among us."

    Silence.

    Jub Jub: "True, I had noticed that you don't squeeze the toothpaste tube in the middle."

    Slithy Tove: "Well, I have always considered myself to be a Bottom-Squeezer."

    Paralyzed silence while this revelation sank in.

BOTTOM-SQUEEZER !!?

Hide yo' wives, hide yo' kidz...they're squeezing everybody down here!

*Any resemblance to persons living or dead or events past or present is purely coincidental.

Conclave Collation

Hello, avid followers of our life at St. Peter's!  It has come to our attention that there is, perhaps, a dearth of literature on what one does to celebrate the accession of a new Pontifex Maximus.  This is most likely due to the fact that it is a rare event, but we choose to cite global warming as the cause.  Be that as it may, such an event as this demands great joy and celebration, and we at Providence House Think Tank (your source for scathingly brilliant ideas of all kinds) are pleased to bring to you some thoughts on the proper way to throw a Papist Party.  Here are some things you cannot do without:

Habemus Pope-corn

Papst Blue-Ribbon Beer

Goldfish Crackers, Swedish Fish

Pope-overs

Smoked Meats (whether smoked by white or black smoke is irrelevant.  The Catholic Church intends no racial preference by her use of white smoke to indicate election)

Gaudium Magnum (for the champagne afficionado)

Peppermint Bark of St. Peter

Cigars and other smokables

Pope-sicles of all kinds

Ring Pops

...and finally, be sure to have a large bowl of Popery, preferably incense scented, somewhere in your house

Interim

So with the recent blog post, I realized that I need to bring you all up to date with what has happened since the last post blog post that was dated back in 2011.

First let me explain....no there is too much.  Let me sum up.

January 2012

Sushi!

 First crayfish boil.

 Steak!

 Altar veils made by Emma

 Palm Sunday at St. Peter's.

 Frank Buck Zoo in Gainesville

Our first attempt at a garden.

Easter Sunday!

Vacation trip to Washington D.C. for a wedding.

St. Andrew's Cathedral in Little Rock, AR 

Driving in Memphis

Wedding Attendees

Pesto!

Emma's first Mother's Day!

Not to be confused with our child.  Genevieve Marie, daughter of Joe and Molly Kenney.

Genevieve with daddy.

So far, the garden is doing well.

Best birthday cake ever!  Would you believe that it's gluten free?

The garden in all its glory!!

Birthday meal.  Hannah's off the Square in Denton, TX.

Em's Shrimp 'n' Grits

Rock fish over cheddar mashed potatoes. 

Emma's Pork Saltimbocca over romano stuffed canoli. 

7-mile Latte. 7-mile Cafe, Denton, TX

Two Babe's at Babe's Chicken House

Preparing Dinner

Leo Francis Kenny.  Born 10/11/12

Advent 2012

St. Nicholas 2012.  I made these for all of the kids in Children's Choir

North Central Texas Chorale rehearsing Part I of Handel's Messiah.  Daniel Banke conducting.

Christmas 2012

January 2013

Can't remember who gave this to him, but needless to say, it is awesome. 

In honor of His Holiness, Benedict XVI,Pope Emeritus on his last day in office.  

German Egg's Benedict. Complete with sausage over potato pancakes. 

There's a storm a comin'

That's about all that has happened since you last tuned in.  Please keep checking and hopefully I'll keep posting. 

Resurrection...Blogging style.

The Blog has returned!  In this great season of Lent I figured it is time to get in the spirit of rising from the dead.

Speaking of rising.  Emma and Sarah are currently employed with baking 10 dozen, yes 10 dozen, Hot-Cross Buns for the Church's Second Sunday Social this weekend.  The buns are made with yeast.  As well you know, yeast rises.  So what does the dough for ten dozen rolls looks like?

And it's still growing...

20 minutes later:

Negotiations with it have failed.  We are dealing with a real uprising here.  Bun intended!

Stay tuned for what comes of this growing issue. 

Until then you may enjoy this picture of one of the recently baked buns.