Sunday, December 7, 2008

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Our Lady of Medjugorje

Message of October 25, 2008

“Dear children! In a special way I call you all to pray for my intentions so that, through your prayers, you may stop Satan's plan over this world, which is further from God every day, and which puts itself in the place of God and is destroying everything that is beautiful and good in the souls of each of you. Therefore, little children, arm yourselves with prayer and fasting so that you may be conscious of how much God loves you and may carry out God's will. Thank you for having responded to my call.”

For more information please visit:
Our Lady of Medjugorje

Voters Guide for Serious Catholics, and Serious Christians

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Fast for Hope

“To claim the right to abortion, infanticide and euthanasia, and to recognize that right in law, means to attribute to human freedom a perverse and evil significance: that of an absolute power over others and against others. This is the death of true freedom…” Pope John Paul II, Evangelium Vitae 20


Please join others around the country who are fasting for the best outcome of the election of president. It is the least we can do for those who are murdered daily, hourly.

Mark your calendars for Nov 3rd and 4th, National days of fasting for the outcome of the election. Visit Fast For Hope for more details.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


By God we must do something! 4,000 abortions A DAY. aye yi yi ... Catholics have a chance to do something truly great. Lets join with our fellow Christians, practicing Jews, and all those who want this country to be great. United we stand, divided we fall... Let's pray that this nation, under God, can end the senseless murdering of the most defenseless ... peace!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Miss the college girls...

I'm in a house full of testosterone poisoned men, boys, teens whatever you want to call it.

I sent one out to the garage to get "the butter in the blue box in the fridge" and he didn't show up for hours, I found him wandering around the upstairs looking for a blue box. I should be grateful he still knows his colors. Sometimes I wonder if he'll make it home from the bus.

Then I watched my other son walk past a glass of tea on the counter and I said, "Hey can you hand me my tea on the counter?"

He walked out the front door. I waited and he walked back in. I was determined. I thought a mental picture would help so I described it. "I want my glass of tea, in the green glass, on the counter right next to your hand."

He walked upstairs. I shook my head and went and got the tea myself. Later he came downstairs and told me he looked all over my room but could not find the phone.

Last night I sat watching the 3 of them discuss Math. How does one discuss Math you ask? Or maybe you are one of those who discusses Math. I couldn't repeat
what they said because frankly I was trying to hear Greta on fox and to me it was a lotta blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda. But it struck me as odd that the lot of them could sit and discuss Math for hours, memorize formulas yet forget what they went to the grocery store for. Somehow it doesn't add up.

Anywho... I love the whole crew, but lets face it some girl talk ... from grown girls that is ... I've got enough underage talk from the younger two girls... some real girl talk or someone to say "this is delicious Mom!" I miss my chocolate cohorts, and my movie buddies. What is a chic flick without chicks!

Can't wait for Thanksgiving...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Happy Birthday Blessed Mother!

We love to celebrate Our Blessed Mothers Birthday... Mary was a bit excited and just would not settle down. Imagine that. I know Our Blessed mother understands... enjoy.

Friday, September 5, 2008


I'm finally energized by the upcoming elections! I have even allowed my very political son to put a McCain bumper sticker on my car. This was after he put a license plate frame that says "choose life, your mother did." I can't wait to replace it with the McCain/Palin sticker. Wow! I'm so Psyched!

Palin's speech was more than I expected. I was thrilled she brought her entire family with her. One part of the speech that inspired me greatly was this:

"Politics isn't just a game of clashing parties and competing interests. The right reason is to challenge the status quo, to serve the common good, and to leave this nation better than we found it. No one expects us to agree on everything. But we are expected to govern with integrity, good will, clear convictions, and ... a servant's heart.

I pledge to all Americans that I will carry myself in this spirit as vice president of the United States."

This is what we all dream of. That it is not about personal goals, or power, or even politics. It's about lifting up the lowly and promoting the good of all. Like the unborn, who are defenseless. This is what I dream of in a leader.

It reminds me of John F. Kennedy's famous quote, "
And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country."

I of course as a mother have often used this line myself, with a little twist, it is quite effective... at least I think so, of course all the eyes rolling around may have a different opinion.

"Ask not what you can do for your father ask what you can do for your mother"

"Ask not what you can do for yourself, but what you can do for your mother"

"Ask not what you can do in your bedroom, but rather vacuum the whole downstairs, thank-you-very-much, go ahead and roll those eyes, we need more eyes to heaven, and I'll wipe that smurk off your mouth with a 500 word essay on how I can be more cooperative in my home and it will be titled ... ask NOT anything, just DO AS YOU'RE TOLD" and you can quote me. PHEW.

I digress.

John McCain also gave me moments to pause and even brought tears to my eyes...

Just pasting this part brings tears to my eyes,

"But after I turned down their offer, they worked me over harder than they ever had before, for a long time, and they broke me.

When they brought me back to my cell, I was hurt and ashamed, and I didn’t know how I could face my fellow prisoners. The good man in the cell next door to me, my friend, Bob Craner, saved me."

WOW! That is the kind of man I want to represent me. Humbled, I am.

Here is a great article about McCain's speech found here at Creative Minority, following is a quote from the article titled "... and they broke me," see below:

'it was an amazing line because some might think it makes him smaller, but it actually makes him seem larger. The way he talked about being broken and built back up as a different man -a better man- was illuminating. The idea that suffering can bless us in unforeseen ways was a suprising turn in a political speech. I trust John McCain more today than I did yesterday. By admitting his limitations he seemed more...presidential.'

Any Catholic reading this knows that we are programed, raised, embodied with this idea that suffering can bless us, can be the one thing that saves us from ourselves. It makes us humble, and it teaches us forgiveness, and so much more. I have often thought that when we suffer, it is God reaching out to us, as a loving father, to teach us to be the best we can be. That is why often you will hear someone who has suffered a greatly say that they would not change a thing. Moments they keep in their hearts where they were forced to cry out and Jesus answered them. Confirmation of our faith. And as John McCain spoke, can make us better people. And it is ultimately our entire faith. Christ suffered for us, beat down, yet raised up for us... to better all our lives. So much good can come from suffering.

Well I'd better run or my hair will fall out from the hair color that is dripping down my neck... yikes... 20 minutes over time...

Thursday, July 24, 2008

25th Anniversary....

About 25 years ago to the day, July 16, 1983, my dh and I went out on our first date. A blind date I might add. We went to see the movie, War Games. I picked the movie because I figured if the date bombed then at least I'd get to see a film I wanted. As it turns out it did not bomb -- the movie OR the date ... and I met a gem.

It all started at the Jolly Lobster. A local dance place. I went with a few girlfriends -- Karen, Juanita, and Connie. We met a man, Ira, who fell for Connie, and when he got home he told his roommate, Rick, about Moi. They called me up a few days later and we set up a date.

I was not interested at first, but then my mother told me I should go. I was casually dating someone, but I I took her advice anyway and the rest is History.

Our Local movie theater is playing the movie this evening.
Too bad we couldn't go.

Oh and Connie and Ira married a month after us, in 1985.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Mary's New Haircut

She will be sending her braid to Locks of Love.

By the way, thanks Colana for lovely postcard for Mary's scrapbook! Check out Colana's lovely site:

Monday, May 19, 2008

May Crowning '08

We had our annual May Crowning on Saturday. It was a perfect day. I will post some pictures when they become available.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Feast Day, Our Lady of Fatima

Dearest Mother, Queen of the Holy Rosary, who came to Fatima to reveal to all mankind the Divine plan for true Christian peace, of prayer, penance, and consecration, grant an abundance of grace, strength, and guidance to the members of Thy Fatima Crusade, here present and throughout the world. Inspire us to great zeal, oh great Mediatrix of All Graces, that we may be effective instruments in spreading devotion to Thy Rosary; that we may be faithful in wearing Thy scapular; that we may inspire our brothers in Christ to a life of sacrifice, penance, and modesty, and finally, that we may help to bring about that wonderful day when all men, through consecration to Thy Immaculate Heart, shall be one in Christ. Amen.

Past posts: Fatima

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Rainy days and thrusdays always get me down...

Not really. Just having one of those days. It started last night before bed, while brushing my teeth my mouth went numb. I couldn't taste mint and then the numbness kicked in. I turned on the bathroom light to see that I was brushing my teeth with ... ahem... athletes foot cream. After much spitting and yes a few 'choice' words I was able to recoup from that. ewwwwwwww

Then this morning while dropping kids off at school I accidentally had put concealer on my lips rather than lipstick. Did my 17 year old son in the front seat even notice??????

"Sign this mom."

"OK son have a nice day."

Lalalalala all the way back home where in the driveway I caught my reflection in the mirror. YIKES. I had this pasty beige goo all over. Looked like a crazy woman.

NOTE TO SELF: do not brush teeth in the dark. Remove concealer from purse. Get sons vision checked.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Where have all the gentlemen gone...

I was headed to a check out line at the grocery store and a man walked quickly around me and grabbed my lane. I was in a hurry because someone needed the potty. So I saw what looked like a shorter lane and I headed that direction. However, the 50ish year old man who had just bumped me then hops out of my lane and goes to the one I'm headed too, so I back up and stay in my lane.

While I waited my turn, I wondered to myself where had all the gentlemen gone. I'm old enough to remember a time when men stood up when a lady entered the room, or they quickly walked ahead to open a door.

Sadly the feminists told us that when men did this they were making us feel inadequate, like we couldn't open our own doors. I see it as something different, I think it taught us that women are special and need to have special respect.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to throw the baby out with the bathwater. I'm glad I can vote, I'm glad that I can choose to stay home and raise my children, but somewhere along the line we lost something that was wonderful. I couldn't help but wonder to myself if any of my four daughters would see a time when women are highly regarded.

Well fortunately for me I'm married to one such gentleman and I was raised by one, not to mention some very gentlemanly brothers... so all is not lost. I hope to raise similar young men.

NOTE: I was checked out, groceries loaded in my car before the not-so-gentleman was even out of the store. Sweet.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

College funding

I was recently asked, "How do you afford college?" Well the question is rather personal in my opinion but I wanted to respond, "what do you mean? I already went to college and I paid for it already." But I don't think the person knew they were being offensive so I just responded with "Oh I know college is so expensive." Then I continued with small talk and left on a happy note.

The truth is I do not feel that it is my duty as a parent to pay for my children's college education. I am not alone in my thinking either. If you search the web, or ask a certified financial adviser, they would agree that it is not a good idea to use your future savings, retirement, 401k's etc to pay for college. Give the gift of a good retirement to your children instead. They will be young enough to work and pay back their loans and not have the worry of carrying your financial needs as well.

Another very good friend of mine confided that she not only pays for her child's education but is also sending $1000 a month to her 23 year old for living expenses. Her 'child' is doing well but was not thrifty with her class scheduling and must take a few more classes before graduating. By 'thrifty' I mean that when YOU are funding YOUR own education you make sure that you are on the right track and you don't sign up for the wrong classes accidentally.

Another friend is in the same boat. She has already decided that her youngest will not be going to college, it just is too expensive for them. I asked her why not stop paying for the oldest now and allow him to pay his last 2 years, to which she replied, we tried that option but he said he just won't go. OK, so there you go problem solved. He can get a job and let the youngest go to college.

I love my children, and sure I do not want them burdened with extra loans, so I will do what I can but I will not forfeit my retirement, nor will I ring up crazy bills that weigh the family down. Rather I will help when I can, educate them on getting scholarships, and leave the rest up to them.

Monday, March 17, 2008

My St. Patrick's Day Memory...


Please pray this beautiful prayer with me from the Breastplate of St. Patrick:

“Christ shield me this day: Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I arise, Christ in the heart of every person who thinks of me, Christ in the eye that sees me, Christ in the ear that hears me”


Funny true story to share with you ...

It was 24 years ago today that I got drunk, my first and only time,

Oh yeah and I was engaged. tee hee hee

I was engaged on March 17, 1984. Rick took me to Three Ships Inn, a beautiful restaurant, run by a family in an old home that was renovated into a restaurant. He ordered a bottle of wine and they kept filling my glass at every course.

Finally I had to use the bathroom, and when I stood up the room was spinning. I had to lean on chairs to get to the bathroom. My feet felt like that were made of lead.

Aye yi yi,

I have no clue how I made it to and from the bathroom, I'm sure it was obvious, because I remember my hands feeling like lead as I grabbed chairs to steady myself to the bathroom.

Later, I told Rick he did not have to get me drunk, chances are I would have said yes.

Later that same year, Rick decided to become Catholic, and chose St. Patrick as his Confirmation name.

Friday, February 22, 2008


If you're keeping up with my comings and goings you may be interested... while I was away, mayhem ensued. Well not exactly. Well truthfully, the kids were fed, Rick nursed Mary back to complete health after a bout with the ugly flu. He even did all the laundry, as I have the 10 foot laundry mountain in my room to prove it, although the mountain is dwindling as everyone has been steadily climbing it.
(Left picture: Julia standing in front of Laundry Mountain)

No to be truly fair, Rick did an outstanding job. He is a totally hands on Dad. Thanks sweetheart. (see rick --->)

No wherein lies the problem is with the 360. I finished breakfast, and it is a cloudy, rainy day. YES I do have a mountain of laundry calling my name, but I thought I'd pop in my new xbox game, Lost Odyssey. (A valentine gift from my sweetie) Julia was playing a matching game on my palm and I thought I could steal a few minutes of selfish game play.

I turn on the 360 and the ring of light was completely red and blinking. Fortunately it was not the death ring of light shown on the left. If you see the ring of death light you will need to call for the resuscitator... Microsoft. No I
had the ring of the A/V cable was missing. Yep missing. (note, I did not have to look up the ring, pretty cool eh?)

So I searched the house, found it in the boys room. duh. Hooked it up and sat down. The controller was out of juice. sheesh. Could they not keep it charging? I then try to locate the charger. missing. sheesh. I go back to the dungeon. The boys room. I search and search and can not find the charger cable.
Give me a break. As I continue to search, I find a nativity angel, Mary and Julia's kids bop CD, a few lego's ouch, a moldy glass of ????, some sunflower seeds, various dirty clothes, yanked from the mountain sometime this week and then ahhhhhhh... I find a fully charged spare controller! woo woo... I'm in business. I even take a moment to congratulate myself on my ability as a mother or should I say mutha, to be able to reignite the 360. I'm in business.

. Can you fix the TV?" screams Julia from the game room.

"Fix it?!?!" I ask. It's time for Dora.

Well to my shock and great surprise, yeah right, there is no cable line, and no wires what-so-ever on the back of the TV. I'm sure I'll fix it but now I can forget game play... maybe someone can tell me what lost odyssey is about.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Back from the funeral

My trip to the funeral was just great. Thanks for the prayers. (on the right is a picture of me and my Auntie Lenora)

It was an emotional trip to say the least. Not all sad, I might add. Many many joyful moments. I was able to catch up with my relatives, that to me was worth all the effort to go.

Before I left on my trip I had been looking into the meaning of "joy." You know just like my personal study of the meaning of forgiveness. I asked God to help me discover real pure joy. I feel like God answered my questions through my Uncle Curly. (seen below with my auntie Lenora ... They loved to square dance.)

He was such a wonderful person. He always made me feel like I was the single most important person in the room. When I was a pre-teen going through a tough time at school where I was ostracized, and excluded for a time. Nothing different from other pre-teens, but during my summer break we traveled to Massachusetts and my Uncle welcomed me into there home with his purely joyful way. "JUDY JUDY JUDY, how are you? Good to see you." Followed up with a beautiful full bodied loving hug. I had not thought of that time in my life until my trip back from the funeral. I felt so wanted and loved. Unconditional. Someone to me, that defined "cool" loved me for who I was. (Of course my Mother and Father gave this to me, but we all know that they don't count. LOL)

So many spoke of these same feelings that it would be impossible to summarize his joyful way in this small blog. He touched so many. But I want to share a couple of key things...

He was 6 when his father drowned. He was the oldest and it was not long after that that he had to quit school and earn money for the family. Due to poor nutrition, he became crippled and had to be taken around in a wagon. I'm told he still worked to earn money, even in a crippled state. Then one day he went to the St. Ann shrine and crawled on his crippled legs to the shrine and asked for a healing. He walked away, healed.

I heard it said that the reason he was most likely chosen for a healing by Our Lord, through our Lords Grandmother, St. Ann, was because he asked for the healing not for his own selfish ways, but so that he could care for his family better.


I hope that I have shared enough about Herve "Curly" Robillard with you so that you can feel some of the joy that we were blessed to feel for so many years.

Friday, February 15, 2008


Curly Robillard

(Feb 13, 2008)

Survived by my Aunt, Lenora, and their wonderful children, Corrine, Bobby & Wayne, and their families.

I wrote a letter to my Auntie a few months ago, sharing with her the joy that she and my uncle brought to my life. I will share parts of that letter here, so other may know the joy he brought to our lives. Please enjoy these random memories...

I was at my Moms this week and she and I were laughing over something Uncle Curly used to say, one that gave us all a chuckle, “I wonder what the poor people are doing?” Anyone who knows Uncle Curly would know that no harm was meant by these jokes. He cared for all people. Not only that but he was poor once in his life so he very much could relate to this. I have been known to share these same Curly-isms with my own family. At a young age his father died and he had to take care of the family working while other kids went to school. Never bitter, always grateful for work to do.

I was very young the first time I went to Mass with my Aunt and Uncle. It was there that I was struck with both of your quiet, steady devotion to God. I had never seen that side of you. I felt privileged to be there with you. It meant a lot to me as a child to share the sign of peace with you both.

I recall a Sunday afternoon at their home. We were all sitting around watching a game on TV while the ladies were cooking in the kitchen. I was probably not more than 12 years old. Wayne came out of his bedroom and sat down with the kids and said “Watch This.” As if on cue, Uncle Curly got out of his recliner and marched down the hallway to Wayne’s room … which incidentally had a large stereo blaring music down the hallway. He hit a few knobs, said a few things under his breath. We heard the music go up, the radio stations changed, the base went up and down but still he was unable to turn it off. We were all laughing hysterically until finally Wayne went to his rescue. I, who thought I was too savy with electronics, never thought the day would come when I would reenact this! Ha ha on me! I have reached that point. I remember wanting to play some music while all the kids were at school. Just something peppy to listen to while I cleaned the kitchen. Warren’s computer/stereo setup is so wicked I was unable to even get sound out of the speakers. I wanted to throw the #!@$ speakers out the door! Just then I recalled Uncle Curly and laughed out loud to myself.

There was another opportunity for Wayne to get a laugh out of us yet again. It happened to be at a somber moment where everyone needed a laugh. After Meme’s wake was over, Wayne came over to us and said, “hey I’ll bet my father is outside cleaning the windows in my car.” Sure enough we walked outside and there was Uncle Curly, Windex in hand, paper towels in the other and was cleaning Wayne’s car. It was moments like these where you could see just how much Uncle Curly loves his kids. He said he wanted the back window to be clear for safety reasons. What a simple but sweet way to demonstrate your love.

I recall another funny story. We all went to Friendly’s after dinner for dessert, and Michelle, then just a toddler, grabbed Corrine’s wig and threw it!? I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard. It was there that my brother and sisters and I became quite impressed with Uncle Curly’s ability to eat 3 banana splits! I long for those days again.

Both my Aunt and Uncle define generosity. I remember when we were leaving Massachusetts and returning to Virginia. We stopped by your house on our way out of town and you both came out with arm loads of chips and snacks for the road. Our father explained to us young children that you were giving away your profits from the chip delivery job he used to have.

Another time after I was married, Rick we came to visit them and they treated us to dinner at a restaurant. I was all set to order the Tuna sandwich and they talked me into a fancy dinner. When the waitress came they ordered the dinners for Rick and I and then split a tuna sandwich! When the check came you picked it up and would not let us leave even a dime. There are countless examples of their generosity… too many to write. Their example has been something for us all to live up to.

I also appreciated the way the entire family opened their arms to my husband, Rick and included him as part of the family. I love you all for that. This has meant a lot to me. The whole family, Corrine, Eddie, Bob, Paulette, Wayne and all the grand kids have always welcomed us into their homes. What an example you have set. Awesome family!

All good memories implanted in my heart. I love the way they cared about each other. I have often looked to their example in my own marriage. I liked the way my Auntie took the humorous approach rather than the ‘poor me’ approach. Their marriage has been a great example to all of us.

Year’s ago my mother told me that they pray devotedly for us. She said Uncle Curly shared this with her. I was so impressed that at that moment I too added you guys to my prayers in a more consistent manner. I had always prayed for you, but now I was determined to live by your example so please know that I have never stopped thinking about either of you. I have added you to my Rosary intentions and my nightly prayers. I am sorry that you are both suffering right now. In my eyes you are hero’s. Never wavering in your faith … never wavering in your love for each other … never boasting … just steady, quiet and kind … always. I love you both for this.

I’ll end with EEEEEEEE-URP. Another great memory of both of you.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Sad Day

Please pray for the repose of the soul of my Uncle Curly. We have lost a great man today, but heaven has gained another Saint. Pray for his lovely wife, my Auntie Lenora. Thanks everyone.