Confession or Purgatory

If you don't want to hear me complain, come back tomorrow, and I will post something nice :-).

On with the show!

After Mass I'm not sure if the confessional is needed or if my purgatory time has diminished some!

After accidently sleeping in (because Snookie decided to grace the family with frustrated screaming Saturday night... all night, because his freagin' blanket wasn't just perfect), we missed the Monk Mass and were left with the option of going to 11am at our parish. (We usually avoid this mass slot at all cost, and usually attend 7:30am or 9:00 Monk Mass... but we screwed that up). So after a morning of getting ready and no food for the grown ups (yep we do our best to stick the fasting before Mass rule), we headed off to Mass. Fortunately we got there early enough to say the rosary as a family (the highlight of the experience), and even had a few moments to look over the readings/responsorial psalm/hymns songs for the day. As usual it was a mix of hippy dippy/Marty Hagen pieces with the only redeeming song being Faith of our Fathers to cap off the EVENT.

The family that sat down next to me consisted of a mom, and two boys around 10 and 12 years old. Both boys had hair that was entirely too long and shagging and all together unkemped and unclean. Oh, and the best part... the younger had a gameboy thingy which he felt was most appropriate to play in CHURCH. Then came the alter boys servers, out of the three boys and one girl, it appeared only one set of parents recognized that their child would be attending church... the others allowed their child to come in play clothes -- shorts, T-shirts, and my favorite FLIP FLOPS! But that's not even the best part... they of course didn't know what they were doing and even went as far as to remove items from the alter (CHALICE) before it was purified by the priest (yeah, we follow that rule at our church usually).

Oh, backing up a little to the music, this was the first week in more than a month that we actually got to hear the REAL responsorial psalm and not some watered down alternate ending with polictically correct wording (which is usually done in grand three headed opera monster style for greater effect)... although I did have to keep my head in the book... why??? Well, I do enjoy football (especially on the first Sunday night of regular season), I just can't stand being signaled of touchdowns during Mass...

Now, lets go back to consecration... I'm not sure the priest realized this... but he consecrated the bread twice and never the wine/blood... since I'm not real sure on the rubrics of that particular omission, I stuck with the Body of Christ this time... although technically we are not to be served under both species in a parish mass as large as ours (but that is just too nit picky now :-).

What other fun was had??? Oh right, the older boy next to me decided it would be way fun to attempt to knock down the pew wall in front of us (we sit the in the front so this is the wall instead of pew). This of course, after dismanteling pieces of the kneeler during the communion procession, and throwing/dropping them on the floor in front of us and then doing his best Harry Potter impression to make it return to his hand. And while technically it didn't fall down, it is simply a matter of time at this point after the amount of strain he put on it's hardware.