Well, except that Texas doesn’t have to work and I have a fridge full of leftovers so I don’t have to either. He said something about going to the Cracker Barrel in Lindale (since it’s the only thing open ’round here today), but I don’t know if I want to deal with people. Those poor people are going to be working anyway… don’t they deserve an easy table and a big tip?
Perhaps my years of waitressing are showing just a tad.
Plus I have this whole theory about asshats people and the holidays and why they are so fake only make nice for about a month and a half out of twelve. But I digress.
The lovely Joan gave me this post for today. She posted the first poem she ever memorized and the first thing I remember memorizing is the Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi. He was a favorite Saint of my grandmother on my father’s side and she did love this prayer so.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
I was surprised about how much of that I remembered. I didn’t have to fill in much at all. I guess you can take the girl out of the Catholic church, but you’ll never get it out of her.
Say hello to the Birthday girl. Katie is 11 today!
Oh and Carrie? I’ll see your “country bumpkin” and raise you a pair of cowboy boots.
Happy Thursday y’all.