y parents are hilarious! For a little bit of background, my mother has an awesome sense of humor, and it just so happens she has Parkinson's Disease. For the past year or so, she has also worked as a parish secretary, though not at the parish where my parents are parishioners. My father is one of the most gentle and patient people I have ever known. He is retired from the Air Force, although he still works for the government, and he's a deacon.
So last night, after dinner, I was taking out the baby bottles my parents had gotten for V so I could wash and sterilize them and put them back up in the pantry.
So last night, after dinner, I was taking out the baby bottles my parents had gotten for V so I could wash and sterilize them and put them back up in the pantry.
So as I was looking at the packaging, I noticed where it says "Classic" and advertises its status of not having BPA. In an attempt to be bilingual, Evenflo opted to write "without" over the word "sin." (For those of you who no hablo espanol, sin is Spanish for... without. I love Chris Farley!) But darn it, it sure looks like it's saying "without sin." So I called my diaconal father and parish-secretary mother to thank them for getting their granddaughter "sinless" baby bottles.
Well, we ended up chatting for a while because, well, we miss each other!
My father and I discussed an email he had received at work, warning military personnel not to buy or consume a certain product called "Purgatory Vodka." Now, us being Catholics, it would be rather tempting (punny!) to buy a product with "purgatory" in the name. As it turns out, this product is being sold on-base. The problem is that it is made with hemp seed oil, which can cause somebody to test positive for THC. And the Uniform Code of Military Justice expressly forbids the consumption of such products. So we were having a quite the time shaking out heads over that situation.
Then my mom got on the phone and we chatted for a bit too. Big news being what it is, we started discussing the pope's resignation and the reactions we had seen. What she told me next had me in stitches!
As it turns out, there is an elderly lady, 85 years old- the same age as Benny himself, named Argentina. (Ironically, she's from Panama, but I digress!) My mom has gotten to know her a bit over the last year and a half or so as she often comes in to the office just to chat. So, Monday, after hearing of Benny-boy's resignation, Argentina came into the parish office- distraught. She cried to my mother how sad she was that the pope was resigning. She could understand that he was tired, she offered that sometimes she just wants to take a nap, too. But oh how she was weeping! And of course, my mother did her best to comfort this poor woman and reassure her that the Holy Spirit is guiding our Church and that we just have to trust in God's will. Argentina continued in her sobbing and told my mother how she cried for John Paul II.
My mother: Yes, we all cried for Pope John Paul when he passed away.
Argentina: No, No! I cried for him while he was still alive! He had Parkinson's, you know. It's such a terrible thing, Parkinson's. I cry for everyone who have Parkinson's.
It was apparently in that moment, that my mother was given a flash of wisdom from the Holy Spirit. Instantly, she knew she could not tell Argentina that she had Parkinson's Disease. Because if she did, she would have to say "DON"T CRY FOR ME, ARGENTINA."
I thought I was going to die laughing so hard! So there you go- the punchline that wasn't!
Well, we ended up chatting for a while because, well, we miss each other!
My father and I discussed an email he had received at work, warning military personnel not to buy or consume a certain product called "Purgatory Vodka." Now, us being Catholics, it would be rather tempting (punny!) to buy a product with "purgatory" in the name. As it turns out, this product is being sold on-base. The problem is that it is made with hemp seed oil, which can cause somebody to test positive for THC. And the Uniform Code of Military Justice expressly forbids the consumption of such products. So we were having a quite the time shaking out heads over that situation.
Then my mom got on the phone and we chatted for a bit too. Big news being what it is, we started discussing the pope's resignation and the reactions we had seen. What she told me next had me in stitches!
As it turns out, there is an elderly lady, 85 years old- the same age as Benny himself, named Argentina. (Ironically, she's from Panama, but I digress!) My mom has gotten to know her a bit over the last year and a half or so as she often comes in to the office just to chat. So, Monday, after hearing of Benny-boy's resignation, Argentina came into the parish office- distraught. She cried to my mother how sad she was that the pope was resigning. She could understand that he was tired, she offered that sometimes she just wants to take a nap, too. But oh how she was weeping! And of course, my mother did her best to comfort this poor woman and reassure her that the Holy Spirit is guiding our Church and that we just have to trust in God's will. Argentina continued in her sobbing and told my mother how she cried for John Paul II.
My mother: Yes, we all cried for Pope John Paul when he passed away.
Argentina: No, No! I cried for him while he was still alive! He had Parkinson's, you know. It's such a terrible thing, Parkinson's. I cry for everyone who have Parkinson's.
It was apparently in that moment, that my mother was given a flash of wisdom from the Holy Spirit. Instantly, she knew she could not tell Argentina that she had Parkinson's Disease. Because if she did, she would have to say "DON"T CRY FOR ME, ARGENTINA."
I thought I was going to die laughing so hard! So there you go- the punchline that wasn't!