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I’ll be off to take mom-in-law for her eye appointment and then off to the grocery store and bank and various other errands they need done. A Nunly’s work is never done…really, my house needs cleaning and it’s NOT getting done today!
See ya later, this is an open thread (i.e. slacker nunly day). Be good, fight fair, and for gosh sakes, leave me something to smile about!
UPDATE: I saw this over at No Quarter and just had to put it up here. The “poser” President was interviewed after his wussy pitch and after talking about why he put on the White Sox hat and talking like he was such a big “south-sider” in Chicago,blah, blah, blah…the interviewer asked Obama who is favorite White Sox player was. Just listen to this poser….HE COULDN’T NAME ONE! Watch the video…
I would tell him he should keep his day job, but I’d rather he didn’t do that, either. So, I’ll just say this….”Obama, you suck!”
On the bright side (there’s always a bright side!) At least he wasn’t at Cellular Field yesterday, stinking up the joint.
No matter what anyone says, there’s no such thing as a perfectly functioning family. You can look from the outside and see a family that reminds you of those from the 1950’s sitcoms like “Leave it to Beaver”. The yard is trimmed perfectly, not a weed or a blade of crabgrass in sight. The house is always clean, children well behaved and polite. Even the dog looks like it just came back from the groomer, smelling fresh as he pants happily with his tail wagging. And then there’s the dad who you see going off to work, brief case in hand and whistling a happy tune.
What you don’t see, however, are the fights that go on between brother and sister, the mom who does her housework grudgingly but hating every minute of it. And the dad who is whistling that happy tune is just trying to hide the fear he has in his gut that his boss will find out that he’s been skimming some money off the company profits to cover the high cost of the rent he’s paying for his girlfriend’s apartment and new car he just bought her. The dog? Ok…it’s a dog and he’s happy because dogs are easy to please.
They may be able to hide their dysfunction from their neighbors but somewhere down the line, the truth comes out that there are problems. Maybe one of the kids get arrested for buying drugs, or the mom runs off with the dog groomer. Maybe the dad is finally caught by his boss and is fired and loses his pension. Any one of the scenarios I mentioned could bring scandal to that household. I’m not saying all that will happen at once, but little by little you will be able to see the cracks in what earlier appeared to be a perfectly functioning family.
Does that mean that the family is doomed? No. The kid who ended up on drugs could go to rehab and find out that his real talent lies in helping others who have fallen just like he did. The mom could find a hobby that would fill her spare time with something she enjoys doing, possibly doing charity work. Who knows, maybe the dad could even realize early on that the girl he’s attracted to isn’t worth ruining his marriage over and he could dump her before he starts stealing from the company. There’s always a chance that not only can the dysfunction be remedied, but it can make them stronger as a family unit.
Where am I going with this? I’m looking at our Church “family” and the current troubles we’re enduring. Looking from the outside, the average person may not understand the complexities of running the “household” called “The Church”. Those who live different lives may often revel in joy when they see a person of the Church household fall from grace. They become even more excited when they find out that there are plenty of others who have been waiting for the chance to point their fingers and scream in delight, “You sinner!” “You hypocrite!”
What they don’t see, however, is that they aren’t any different than those who said the same thing about Jesus and his followers. As Jesus was growing up, He was just another kid in the neighborhood, a great mom, hardworking and nice dad, and He was one of those kids who seemed to excel in his studies of the Torah. But then, as He became older and began His public ministry, He could be found performing miracles and preaching about things that made so much more sense to many about how God really wants us to behave. He changed their views of God from someone to fear to someone who is gentle, kind, and merciful. Needless to say, Jesus became one popular guy and we all know what happens when the light is shining on another human being…the jealousy begins and there’s a whole group of people ready to find that “crack” and take him down.
Now, we fast forward to today, with the constant drumbeat of news stories about the abuse scandals in the Church. Most of these stories have come to light a long time ago in the United States. Since then, the Catholic Church in the United States, thanks to the new policies set out by the then Cardinal Ratzinger and in his newer role as Pope Benedict XVI, they have adopted new ways to prevent anything like that happening again. It’s not fool-proof, but it’s been extremely effective. This didn’t make many of the haters very happy because they were sure that they had the recipe to bring down the entire Church family and run them out of the neighborhood. They made sure that the word “pedophile” was attached to every priest, even though the percentage of priests who committed those crimes was very small. As soon as there was word that there was abuse outside of the United States, in Ireland and throughout Europe, the frenzy in the U.S. began anew. Old cases were brought up in the news again and the New York Times were falling all over themselves putting out as much false information as they could to continue to fan the flames of hatred and bigotry.
And now is where the dysfunction within the “family” of the Church comes into full view. Just like in many nuclear families, there’s a kid, uncle, or cousin who just can’t help but stir up the pot of trouble that’s brewing. They all have their own reasons for doing this, even though in the long run they end up hurting themselves. Some do it out of defiance against the parent, or because they want more power, or just because their moral codes don’t match those of the rest of the family.
The “kids” that I’m talking about in this case of the Church family are the groups of nuns who have been bucking the system for quite a long time. It could be that when they took their vows they had the intention of trying to change the family from within. They weren’t happy with their role as a nun and wanted bigger and better things…they wanted to be priests. Or, they didn’t like the laws of the Church regarding contraception or abortion. They’ve decided that they will do all they can to make abortion available to those who want it, and the best way to do that is to speak out publicly to anyone in the media who will listen, even after being warned by the “papa” (Pope) that this is against Church teaching.
For instance, we have a particular priest who seems to think that he knows better than “dad” in how to get this family running like a top. He does this by writing for rags like the Huffington Post. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he hasn’t figured out that he’s being used by Huff-post to bash the Catholic Church. He hasn’t figured out that they, along with the New York Times and other media outlets are using the victims of the abuse as tools to destroy the Pope…who just so happens to speak out against the abortion industry that is paying good money to get the media to spread their propaganda. He’s very protective of his Sisters who also like the idea of abortion on demand (or as they call it, “women’s health issues).
So, is the Catholic Church a “big fat dysfunctional family”? Nah…well, maybe…kinda…sometimes. Do we have “dysfunctional family members”? Sure we do. Will those family members destroy our Church? No way, and here’s the reason…because the Church began over 2,000 years ago with a small group of 12 Apostle’s, which grew to dozens and then hundreds of disciples. As time went on, despite being persecuted, imprisoned, tortured in various ways including being thrown to the lions, the Catholic Church is still standing and it’s grown to about 1.1 billion people, worldwide. That’s one big family!!!
A few dysfunctional priests and nuns can’t destroy this family. The U.S. media cannot destroy this family. Our Pope, the leader of our Church, will continue to do his best to keep his family intact, healthy, and functioning the way Christ intended. And even with all those dysfunctional rotten and ungrateful children, our “Papa” in the Vatican still loves them. Although, IMO, a little “tough love” wouldn’t hurt.
Will Nunly be at the game to see it? Nope. Boo!!!!
I’ll be driving my son back to his dorm after his Easter weekend at home. But looking on the bright side (there’s always a bright side!) I’ll get to listen to the game on the radio in the car while my son is stuck in class.
This is an open thread. Chances that I’ll get another post up today…nil. I’m always exhausted after that drive so I’ll probably just chill the rest of the day.
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
(For the lord God omnipotent reigneth)
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
(Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah)
Hallelujah
The kingdom of this world;
is become
the kingdom of our Lord,
and of His Christ
and of His Christ
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
He shall reign
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings forever and ever
and lord of lords hallelujah hallelujah
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign forever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(King of kings and lord of lords)
Happy Easter everyone! I can’t tell you what a wonderful gift it was for me to have the time to spend in fervent reflection and prayer during this past Easter Triduum. It was quite an experience which brought me closer to my faith than I ever thought possible. What an awakening!
This is an open thread and I’ve opened the comments again, so put down those jelly beans and peeps (wash those sticky fingers before touching that keyboard!) and let me know how your Easter celebration is going.
1 When Jesus had spoken these words, he went forth with his disciples across the Kidron valley, where there was a garden, which he and his disciples entered.
2 Now Judas, who betrayed him, also knew the place; for Jesus often met there with his disciples.
3 So Judas, procuring a band of soldiers and some officers from the chief priests and the Pharisees, went there with lanterns and torches and weapons.
4 Then Jesus, knowing all that was to befall him, came forward and said to them, “Whom do you seek?”
5 They answered him, “Jesus of Nazareth.” Jesus said to them, “I am he.” Judas, who betrayed him, was standing with them.
6 When he said to them, “I am he,” they drew back and fell to the ground.
7 Again he asked them, “Whom do you seek?” And they said, “Jesus of Nazareth.”
8 Jesus answered, “I told you that I am he; so, if you seek me, let these men go.”
9 This was to fulfil the word which he had spoken, “Of those whom thou gavest me I lost not one.”
10 Then Simon Peter, having a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s slave and cut off his right ear. The slave’s name was Malchus.
11 Jesus said to Peter, “Put your sword into its sheath; shall I not drink the cup which the Father has given me?”
12 So the band of soldiers and their captain and the officers of the Jews seized Jesus and bound him.
PETER DENIES JESUS
John 18:13-25
13 First they led him to Annas; for he was the father-in-law of Ca’iaphas, who was high priest that year.
14 It was Ca’iaphas who had given counsel to the Jews that it was expedient that one man should die for the people.
15 Simon Peter followed Jesus, and so did another disciple. As this disciple was known to the high priest, he entered the court of the high priest along with Jesus,
16 while Peter stood outside at the door. So the other disciple, who was known to the high priest, went out and spoke to the maid who kept the door, and brought Peter in.
17 The maid who kept the door said to Peter, “Are not you also one of this man’s disciples?” He said, “I am not.”
18 Now the servants and officers had made a charcoal fire, because it was cold, and they were standing and warming themselves; Peter also was with them, standing and warming himself.
19 The high priest then questioned Jesus about his disciples and his teaching.
20 Jesus answered him, “I have spoken openly to the world; I have always taught in synagogues and in the temple, where all Jews come together; I have said nothing secretly.
21 Why do you ask me? Ask those who have heard me, what I said to them; they know what I said.”
22 When he had said this, one of the officers standing by struck Jesus with his hand, saying, “Is that how you answer the high priest?”
23 Jesus answered him, “If I have spoken wrongly, bear witness to the wrong; but if I have spoken rightly, why do you strike me?”
24 Annas then sent him bound to Ca’iaphas the high priest.
25 Now Simon Peter was standing and warming himself. They said to him, “Are not you also one of his disciples?” He denied it and said, “I am not.”
STATIONS OF THE CROSS
(O quam tristis et afflicta-Pergolesi-music w/images of Stations–Beautiful!)
Stabat Mater ~ Pergolesi
Stabat Mater dolorósa
Juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
Dum pendébat Filius.
Cujus ánimam geméntem,
Contristátam et doléntem,
Pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigéniti!
Quae maerébat, et dolébat,
Pia Mater, dum vidébat
Nati poenas inclyti.
Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si vidéret
In tanto supplicio?
Quis non posset contristári,
Christi Matrem contemplári
Doléntem cum Filio?
Pro peccátis suae gentis
Vidit Jesum in torméntis,
Et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Moriéndo desolátum,
Dum emisit spíritum.
Eja mater, fons amóris,
Me sentíre vim dolóris
Fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
In amándo Christum Deum,
Ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo válide.
Tui nati vulneráti,
Tam dignáti pro me pati,
Poenas mecum dívide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
Crucifixo condolére,
Donec ego víxero.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociáre
In planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum praeclára,
Mihi jam non sis amára:
Fac me tecum plángere.
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
Passiónis fac consórtem,
Et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári,
Fac me Cruce inebriári,
Et cruó re Fílii.
Flammis ne urar succénsus,
Per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
In die judícii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exíre
Da per Matrem me veníre
Ad palmam victóriae.
Quando corpus moriétur,
Fac, ut ánimae donétur
Paradísi glória. Amen. Allelúja.
[ENGLISH TRANSLATION]
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had pass’d.
Oh, how sad and sore distress’d
Was that Mother highly blest
Of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
Whelm’d in miseries so deep
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother’s pain untold?
Bruis’d, derided, curs’d, defil’d,
She beheld her tender child
All with bloody scourges rent.
For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above;
Make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother! pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
Let me share with thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
Mourning Him who mourn’d for me,
All the days that I may live.
By the cross with thee to stay,
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of thee to give.
Virgin of all virgins best,
Listen to my fond request
Let me share thy grief divine.
Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swoon’d
In His very blood away.
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defence,
Be Thy cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor.
Exultemus, et in ipso iucundemur.
Temeamus, et amemus Deum vivum.
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul ergo cum in unum congregamur:
Ne nos mente dividamur caveamus.
Cessent iurgia maligna, cessent lites.
Et in medio nostri sit Christus Deus.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul quoque cum beatis videamus,
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus.
Gaudium quod est immensum, atque probum:
Saecula per infinita saeculorum.
Amen.
[ENGLISH TRANSLATION]
Where charity and love are, there God is.
The love of Christ has gathered us into one flock.
Let us exult, and in Him be joyful.
Let us fear and let us love the living God.
And from a sincere heart let us love each other (and Him).
Where charity and love are, there God is.
Therefore, whensoever we are gathered as one:
Lest we in mind be divided, let us beware.
Let cease malicious quarrels, let strife give way.
And in the midst of us be Christ our God.
Where charity and love are, there God is.
Together also with the blessed may we see,
Gloriously, Thy countenance, O Christ our God:
A joy which is immense, and also approved:
Through infinite ages of ages.
Amen.
THE SUPREME HUMILITY OF JESUS
JOHN 13:1-15
1 Now before the feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. 2 And during supper, when the devil had already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son, to betray him, 3 Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, 4 rose from supper, laid aside his garments, and girded himself with a towel. 5 Then he poured water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which he was girded. 6 He came to Simon Peter; and Peter said to him, “Lord, do you wash my feet?” 7 Jesus answered him, “What I am doing you do not know now, but afterward you will understand.” 8 Peter said to him, “You shall never wash my feet.” Jesus answered him, “If I do not wash you, you have no part in me.” 9 Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!” 10 Jesus said to him, “He who has bathed does not need to wash, except for his feet, but he is clean all over; and you are clean, but not every one of you.” 11 For he knew who was to betray him; that was why he said, “You are not all clean.” 12 When he had washed their feet, and taken his garments, and resumed his place, he said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? 13 You call me Teacher and Lord; and you are right, for so I am. 14 If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. 15 For I have given you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you.
“We shall never learn to know ourselves except by endeavoring to know God; for, beholding His greatness, we realize our own littleness; His purity shows us our foulness; and by meditating upon His humility we find how very far we are from being humble.”-St. Teresa of Avila
This is an open thread…I can’t promise much more than this for today, I’ve got a crazy busy schedule planned. I will get to all your blogs and stop here to answer comments in-between my work, however. I really wanted to write a post about Spy Wednesday, but I know I could never do it justice with the time frame I have, so click on THIS LINK if you’re interested.
I’m sad to say that with the sudden upsurge of Catholic bashing and attacks on our Pope in the the media, many of us are focusing on the wrong thing this Holy Week. I’m convinced that this is exactly the plan for those who are fueling these flames…and we all know that Satan is the one orchestrating this show. Don’t let him win. Spend as much time as you can in prayer and reflection, this is what our Holy Father would want us to do!
And just a reminder for anyone who missed it before, Bad Habit will be closed for comments during the Easter Triduum, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday. I’ll put up an image for each day and a small meditation. Easter Sunday will be an open thread.
This morning I was thinking about my trip to pick up my son from college for the Easter weekend. I’ve been dreading the thought for days now, which made me feel a little guilty because I really do love the kid and miss him terribly when he’s gone. The trip shouldn’t be that bad because it’s only two hours there and two hours back with a straight shot down I55…a no-brainer with minimal traffic.
Then it hit me. It wasn’t the trip there that bothers me, it’s the trip back when he’s in the car with me…the part of the trip where he usually starts with the first ten minutes where he complains about how much reading he needs to catch up on and then tells me that he wants pasta for dinner because they have lousy pasta in the cafeteria. After that… the conversation is over. But then begins that queasy time when the “you are so not cool” vibes hit me.
It starts with my choice of radio station. My tastes in music are what you would call “eclectic” and to those that do possess the “cool”, it’s not “good” eclectic. In the last couple of years, I’ve found myself spending more time on the “oldies” stations than the stations that my kids listen to. I always took pride in the fact that I didn’t mind listening to their favorite music on the radio. But now, the closest I come to “cool” music is when I listen to Led Zeppelin or Weezer…well, maybe Weezer isn’t that cool anymore–I’m not sure. Which tells you something…I’m so uncool because I don’t even know what cool is anymore!
I think the reason for this sudden revelation that I’m not cool is because I ran out of kids who think I am. You see, I had a huge gap between children. The first three were five years apart from each other and the third child and the last child had 6 years gap between them. So, as one child was getting to the stage where she thought I was “so uncool” there was younger one who thought I was the coolest mom on the planet.
It’s not like I feel the need to impress my kids because why should I do that? I don’t want to be their “cool friend”, I want them to think of me as an authority figure which they respect. And of course, I want them to love me just because I’m their mom. After all, I do deserve a little credit for putting up with some of the public humiliation they’ve put me through when they were kids. For instance, the time my husband and I walked into my daughter’s first grade classroom for the school’s “Open House”. There on the walls were displayed the children’s artwork which showed their “family unit”. We noticed a group of parents standing around one picture on the wall, giggling and pointing to it. Of course, our curiosity got the best of us and we had to go see what was so funny. Lo and behold, who’s picture was it? My daughter’s, of course.
In the picture, she showed her dad, her big sister, her, and me…holding her new baby sister in my arms. Her big sister had a big smile on her face, she had a big smile on her face, her dad was also grinning from ear to ear…but mom? Mom was frowning with a crying baby in her arms (bubble coming from her baby sister going “Waaa! Waaaa! with pictures of tears flying). Over my head was a dark cloud and a bubble coming from my mouth that said, “Kids, who needs ‘em?” Yup…welcome to the Nunly family unit. I wanted to go up to the giggling group and try to explain that I really did love my kids, but chose instead to go over and feign interest in some other “normal” family unit picture drawn by another kid in the class.
An example of being the cool mom was when I would pack my son’s lunch and because he didn’t want a lunch box and preferred to paper bag it, I would take the time to draw a cartoon on his bag everyday. As he ate his breakfast, I would ask him…”What do you want today? Simpsons, Godzilla, or Calvin and Hobbes?” I would then begin drawing something that I knew would make him smile or laugh. His lunch bags became a big hit among the kids and the lunchroom supervisors who would ask, “What did your mom draw today?” The positive attention made me “the coolest mom ever!” as my son said at the time. In fact, I didn’t know how much he really liked that until I was cleaning out one of his drawers after he left for college and found a few of his favorite bags tucked away.
But alas…now I am no longer cool. I listen to Relevant Radio, I have a blog (which is a source of much of their scorn and embarrassment), and I’m constantly nagging at my kids to wear a coat or sweatshirt when the weather is lousy. Apparently, goosebumps and shivering are so much cooler than a warm sweatshirt! The big joke which they think never gets old is (as we are walking out the door to go to a ballgame at the Cell and it happens to be 90 degrees that day) my kids will say, “Don’t you want to bring a coat mom? You know it’s always cooler by the Lake!” Oh yeah…real funny.
Oh…and after putting up that eye-roll smilie it reminded me of something else. I have a great concern that all those eye-rolls that are directed at me from my son may cause harm to his eyesight one day. I keep telling him, “One day those eyes are going to stick up there and you’ll be walking around with no visible iris. How cool with that be? Which he responds…”actually, that would be cool!”
I can’t win…
Maybe the next time he comes home I’ll fix his lunch and serve it in a brown paper bag that is decked out with some of my artwork…try to bring back the “cool”. Or… just to make a point, I could show him how “uncool” I can be and can pull up to his college dorm and get out of the car looking something like this….
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