It hardly even seems like the NEXT weekend will be here so soon. The Browns visited, we had a junk sale, it was my birthday, we went out to dinner, confession, saturday mass. In retrospect it seems like a whole week packed into a weekend. I find the weekends that last the longest are the ones in which I do the most things. Like the one weekend when Sarah and I drove up to Toronto to see the Pope at World Youth Day. That was just one tiny weekend but it seemed like it lasted forever. My job is stressful right now, which makes those long weekends oh so much better.

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Today was my 24th birthday. When I got home I was immediately met by my beautiful wife and daughter, who showered me with a bunch of cool “stuff”. I got the watch I needed, the leather cell phone case that will hold my phone in place, a St. John Newman Plaque, and a palm pilot keyboard. But of all this stuff, nothing compares to what turned out to be the most awesome gift ever. I opened my card, and out fell that familiar “This holy hour was offered for…” card. It’s bright red, with a gold montrance on the front. My wife had added and changed the words so that it read, “In honor of my husband, I committ to offer one holy hour a week for him.” All the other cool things that I had wanted and got faded into the background. I love my wife. Thank you Jesus.

It really didn’t taste that horrible. The bad part was that I didn’t take the wings off. I just grabbed one off the ground and popped it in my mouth. The wings tickled my esophagous on the way down, making me gag. So when I ran inside to get a drink of water to wash it down, everyone mistakingly thought it must have tasted disgusting. You live and learn.