My Jacked Up Life

This morning I was at AC’s hockey practice and I mentioned to another mom that if we hurried out of the locker room we could still catch 11:00 mass. The other mom about fell out of her chair when she realized that I go to church.  When I asked her what was the matter she replied that she would have never guessed that I had religion, much less Catholic religion.

What?

I believe in God. I don’t eat meat on Fridays during Lent, I observe all the Holy Days and I pray my rosary.  I realize that St. Patrick’s Day and St. Valentine’s Day are the feast days of two saints, not just days to get drunk and laid. (Although I don’t have anything against either of those things.)

Jokes about priests and alter boys are offensive to me. If you find humor in little boys being ass raped then you’re a sick bastard, you need to get off my blog and never darken my domain again.  We’re not the only religion with problems. It’s just that Catholics make better press than the Protestants or Lutherans. The Jews have the holocaust and the Mormons have the whole twenty wives with ninety kids thing going on. No thank you.

So, why is it so hard to believe that I practice a religion? I have very deep religious beliefs. Just because I don’t wave them around like a flag or use them to excuse my bad behavior doesn’t make them any less significant than any other feelings I have.

Amen and pass the communion wine, Sista!!!!