Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter Disaster 2008

Okay, while I'm happy to report nobody had stomach flu like we did two years ago on Easter, and there were no terribly unfortunate roll-over big honkin' man truck accidents to nearly kill and traumatize us like last Easter, there was something...


Ken and I couldn't get our marriage blessed. It was a paperwork thing. A sucky paperwork thing, but I was cleared enough on all other fronts to join him in communion.

It was such a joyous time. Not like I dreamed. This time I didn't weep my way through it. This time me and the kids stood together rather than me going before everybody and standing alone. This time I smiled a lot--Father Gary has the kind of smile that makes you smile as wide as the sky when he grins at you anyway. I wore the suit. The linebacker suit I said I couldn't stand. I wanted the pearls when I woke up this morning. Apparently I can do massive shoulders if I have delicate pearl accents, but I can tell you this, I will never, ever wear that suit again.

Hate it!

On the bright side, I can still wear a kick-butt dress when we get our marriage blessed! You gotta love that silver lining.

On the brightest side ever. Christ is risen. I'm at home in the Holy Catholic Church. I believe I am exactly where God wants me to be, and there are greens and lamb and barb-b-que cooking.

Happy Easter. I'll post some picchas later.

the new, Catholic, mair francis!

Ha! You didn't think I'd do this without a new name, now did ya???


Alison Strobel Morrow said...

Claudia Mair Francis Burney, I love it! Though I'm going to have to start getting some longer envelopes for when I send you letters...

Christ is risen indeed! Amen and amen! I'm sorry the marriage didn't get blessed, but I'm so happy that it was still a wonderful experience.

Much love to you!!!!

ragamuffin diva said...

Much love to you, back, new mommy! I'm going to have to announce Pene's birth and show her lovely piccha to the raga-d community.

Wobbly Librarian said...

Much love to you! I am certain that our Risen Lord is blessing your marriage aplenty without the paperwork trail of man. You look happy and sweet. He knows the innermost of our hearts, and he also knew that this day would work out this way (read Psalm 139).
Have fun with your family!

Karen Deborah said...

wow, makes you wonder. Jesus has someyhing to tell you in all of this just get still and ask Him to share it. Maybe He has already blessed your marraige. I think the Lord makes us how we are and delights in that. Who wants to see everybody in linebacker suits? you beautifl smile is what makes you glow when you feel pretty. I'm sorry the day didn't go as it was planned. Plans are funny that way. why don't ya have a bon fire with the suit. Lead us not into tempatation. The tempatation of denying the flower in God's agarden that we are in the name of conformity. You are so special please don't go there. This Ressurection sunday was a specatacular day. HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED. Blessings

Elysa said...

I love your new blog, photo, Mair. You look adorably happy and free.

And I also love the "Francis" part.

Gotta watch a Br. Fr. movie soon.


Rhonda Jeanne said...

Look at you, all happy and shiny!

paula clare said...

Dear Mair Francis (HOW I LOVE IT!)
I am certain you ARE where God intends you to be...I am blessed that YOU are blessed. Keep on following the Christ of the Gospels and the little poor man of may end up in some places you never expected, but you will ALWAYS be where you are intended to be!

Love and hugs!

ragamuffin diva said...

Hey God broads,

Thanks for your warm wishes. I'm feeling even happier today.

God is soooo good, and yes, my marriage is blessed. Even if the paperwork isn't in.

Love you ALL!

Elysa said...

Hey girl...again...

Just noticed something. Are your locks gone? Your hair doesn't look like its "twisted" anymore or is it just the photo?

Joni said...

Welcome, dear friend! I'm so happy for you and your family. What a blessing to receive the Eucharist all together. Sorry to hear the marriage blessing didn't happen, but God knows your hearts.

He is risen! Alleluia!

Karen Deborah said...

Claudia Mair Francis Burney I'm lovin your book, so how much of it is really you? It sounds a lot like your blog. The abuse was very rough, I'm not sure anyone could make that up. Some of your sentences are pure gold. I was laughing till I had tears at the yellow big bird dress with matching boa. So where's the pitchas? I wanna see what Jazz looks like.

Esther said...

Your new blog photo is beautiful! May God bless your journey and bring much happiness!

Elizabeth said...

I FINALLY got Murder, Mayhem, & A Fine Man at my local B&N. I had looked everywhere--Christian fiction, mystery, even the lit/fiction section. Couldn't find it! Last night I bugged the customer service folks, and they looked. And looked. Finally found it in some random, not-where-it-shoulda-been place. I got it up to the register and found out why. Chapter 22 was perfectly dog-eared--somebody was reading it and hid it away so it wouldn't sell before they finished! Man, I NEVER felt guilty about buying a book before, but I wonder who's missing the ending. (Since I finished it at 2 a.m., I thought about returning it, but I didn't figure that'd be quite right, either.)

Elizabeth said...

BTW, I do a book review on my radio show every week. Could we do an interview in the next week or two? I've already started talking about the book, but I think it would be great to chat with you about it.

ragamuffin diva said...

Gosh, I'm so happy that y'all tell me you liked Murder, Mayhem. And yes, Karen Deborah, I drew a lot of Bell's story from my own sad memories. But God was good to me. He got me away from the monster that would have killed me.

Keep talkin' to me y'all! I'll try my best to keep talking to you, too.

Hilarious story, Elizabeth. Maybe that poor reader will spring for the next book. :)

ragamuffin diva said...

Oh yeah, Elysa, I totally combed out the dreadlocks as soon as we got back from Africa.

I wasn't happy with them.

I'm not happy with my hair now, but that's a perpetual state.


Elysa said...

Thanks for letting me know about your hair. You know, that's a very important, spiritually deep issue and we've jut GOT to stay on top of things.

BTW, I got my hair cut last week...the first time in 2 years that I've not just trimmed it myself...and I'm not too pleased either. Just trying to figure it out and its giving me fits.

Yes, I confess...I'm vain about my hair. As though you IRL friends didn't already know that.


Did you notice I said CONFESS and not REPENT? Because to repent means I turn away from that sin and I'm being honest enough to admit that I don't see that happening anytime soon.

Another sigh....

Elysa said...

BTW, Claudia...I got to tell you that Karen Deborah is a pal of mine "in real life". I'm so glad that she has discovered you. :D

Elysa said... I was talking to the "mature" African American lady who was bagging my groceries tonight at Kroger and I was noticing her great locks....her hair looked so much like your's did on our Swazi trip. And you know me, I can't go shopping without talking so I started asking her about her hair. Come to find out that her's only took ONE hour to do! Well, I was in shock! I told her about YOU and how your's had been an extensive ordeal. If I'm remembering correctly, it even had to be broken up over a couple of days. Anyway, we talked hair for a while, discussed wearing scarves at night to avoid lint, etc. Betsie wandered over from the magazines and commented that her hair looked just like your's.

ANYWAY...she finally said...did your friend get extensions? And this fab lady decided that yours must have taken so long because you were getting extensions where as her locks were all her own.

So...if you're ears were burning tonight around 9:45 my time, now you know why!

Oh...and I also, of course, told her to READ YOUR BOOKS!!!!!!!

Love you! I love that I can be totally silly and froo-froo with you, but I can also be deep and spiritual when I need to be. Or sometimes I can be deeply froo-froo and spiritually silly!

Okay...its getting late and I'm starting to inanely ramble and my hunky hubby is giving me the not-so-happy look about my extended pc time so I'm gone.

And yes, I'm going to go do something with MY hair.