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I almost forgot the chicken part.
https://conjureart.blogspot.com/2009/12/invoke-st-expedite-for-quick-results.html
Ya, know, when you think about it, St. Expeditus is the guy you should go to when you're worried about things happening too quickly. In both the case of the statue and the remains, they got them off so quickly they forgot to put the names on them. I think they got this poor guy backwards.
Might be a good candidate for the patron saint of the absent minded too. :wink:
https://conjureart.blogspot.com/2009/12/invoke-st-expedite-for-quick-results.html
Ya, know, when you think about it, St. Expeditus is the guy you should go to when you're worried about things happening too quickly. In both the case of the statue and the remains, they got them off so quickly they forgot to put the names on them. I think they got this poor guy backwards.
Might be a good candidate for the patron saint of the absent minded too. :wink:
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All kidding aside, there is something that haunts me about this that I'll save for after this weekend. This guy should be the patron Saint for a group of most Honorable folks. :frown:
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Here's one of my favorite family easter stories. I don't know if I've told this before.
I come from a very Catholic family. Mom was office manger for the church 27 years, uncle, aunt and cousin still work for the same church and my grandmother was the priest's "adopted" mother.
Dad went to mass every day durring lent (still does). Easter weekend was always a big deal w/ him. For whatever reason, dad thought easter weekend was a drinking holiday.
Every year he would get smashed. 
I never have quite understood the thought process behind that.
:confuse:
This one particular easter was no exception. I was about eight or nine years old. It was Good Friday and dad had been drinking all day long.
When it was time for evening mass, we all loaded up in the car and headed to church ( mom drove).
Dad was so drunk, he could barly stand, but, he was a good catholic and wasn't about to miss mass. Mom had to help keep him steady when we would have to stand.
At one point while standing, dad passes out. On his way over the pew in front of us, he takes out two little kids that are standning in front of us. My sister, who is a teenager is horrified and tries to acts as if she isn't with us. :eeek: She scoots over in the other direction and turns the other way.
The look of shock from the family in front of us is unforgetable. :shocked: The children managed to wiggle out from under dad. Mom and I managed to some how drag him back over the pew and sit him back between us. She started fanning him with the hymnal like he was ill or something......my sister is now about three feet away from us.
Ahhhhhh...those were good times. :thumbsup:
This is not to be confused with the, "Momma Momma, dadddy is throwing up little chunks of tomatos" story that my sister somw how managered to capture on tape.
This will be on our upcomming Christmas album, avalible in the cooler section with 600 proof of purchase lables of Millwalkee's Best.
Sometimes you just gotta laugh. :laugh:
I come from a very Catholic family. Mom was office manger for the church 27 years, uncle, aunt and cousin still work for the same church and my grandmother was the priest's "adopted" mother.
Dad went to mass every day durring lent (still does). Easter weekend was always a big deal w/ him. For whatever reason, dad thought easter weekend was a drinking holiday.
Every year he would get smashed. I never have quite understood the thought process behind that.:confuse:
This one particular easter was no exception. I was about eight or nine years old. It was Good Friday and dad had been drinking all day long.
When it was time for evening mass, we all loaded up in the car and headed to church ( mom drove).Dad was so drunk, he could barly stand, but, he was a good catholic and wasn't about to miss mass. Mom had to help keep him steady when we would have to stand.
At one point while standing, dad passes out. On his way over the pew in front of us, he takes out two little kids that are standning in front of us. My sister, who is a teenager is horrified and tries to acts as if she isn't with us. :eeek: She scoots over in the other direction and turns the other way.
The look of shock from the family in front of us is unforgetable. :shocked: The children managed to wiggle out from under dad. Mom and I managed to some how drag him back over the pew and sit him back between us. She started fanning him with the hymnal like he was ill or something......my sister is now about three feet away from us.
Ahhhhhh...those were good times. :thumbsup:
This is not to be confused with the, "Momma Momma, dadddy is throwing up little chunks of tomatos" story that my sister somw how managered to capture on tape.
This will be on our upcomming Christmas album, avalible in the cooler section with 600 proof of purchase lables of Millwalkee's Best.
Sometimes you just gotta laugh. :laugh:
