Movie Moment

This morning during Mass the Windex commercial got real.  A bird had flown into the church and was unsuccessfully trying to get out.  Just as Father was starting the Eucharistic Prayer, the bird flew right into one of the windows and fell down to the ground.  Father looked over and just kept on going, but two of the parishioners got up to check it out and the bird got up and flew away from them.

Sidenote: Due to the bird, we also had a cat in church this morning.  (The priest have a cat, Dora, for mouse catching purposes.)  It saw the bird go in the church and wanted to catch it.  People were not a fan though so I got to catch Dora and take her back outside.

Movie Moments

Inspired by my current living situation, I've decided to have a new series of posts.  I'm going to try to keep them weekly, but with my schedule and the way convent life seems to go, there may be a few weeks that get missed.  Also, it's going to depend on inspiration.  Hopefully I'll get a little Divine Inspiration to help me out.

So I give you Movie Moments. We'll count my last post as the first one of the series since it referenced movie/TV characters that my life was reflecting in the moment.  The second movie moment is Weezer from Steel Magnolias.

I am not an old southern woman, but my current chore for the month is taking care of the gardens around our house and the other day during lunch assistance in order to provide myself with a little shade I borrowed a large, funny hat from the gardening supply/tool closet. 

What I Learned Today

Apparently getting ready to move across the country turns my life into a movie and a sitcom. This morning I went to finish up some packing and turned on the radio in my room, California Gurls by Katy Perry was playing and it was immediately followed up by a Billy Joel song that started out talking about some guy who moved to the west coast south of LA.  I felt like the character in the movies who turns on the radio and every song is something about what's happening in said character's life.  Later today, one of my companions and I were cleaning and she was like "Wow I'm impressed Relish." (I was questioning if she thought I don't normally do a thorough job." Then I realized that I was cleaning extra vigorously as a coping mechanism and 20 seconds later realized at one point I had been told that my mom does something similar. After declaring, "I'm turning into my mom. We clean to cope and like teaching junior high kids," My mind immediately jumped to the Reba episode where Van and Cheyenne decide eventually you turn into your parents.  Stay tuned to see if any more of this moving adventure turns my life into a TV production.

That Awkward Moment...

When your're standing at the pharmacy window picking up your antibiotic and the tech asks you to put in your phone number and you get it wrong twice so he asks if the number sounds familiar and then rattles off the number you were sure wouldn't be correct.

At least he still gave me the antibiotic.

I miss my pharmacist.

Happy Moment of the Day

One of the younger boys came up to me today during the dismissal time and was having a conversation with me. I was doing my best to give him as much of my attention as I could while listening to the walkie talkie so I could call kids whose parents had arrived to pick them up.

Boy: "Do you know what the best part of this camp is?"

Thinking he was going to tell me the pool or one of the games or other activities I said "No, what's the best part?"

His reply: "It's not the fun.  It's how everybody talks about God so much here."

His answer made me pause for a moment and it really touched my heart.  There are many moments throughout my day of herding teenage boys that I question whether or not they are getting the message about God's love we are trying to impart on them, but this young boy reassured me we are making an impact on their faith lives amidst all the games and activities.

My Laugh of the Day

Today while herding my crew of teenage boy campers to our next destination the following conversation took place;

Camper A: Relish do you have any brothers?
Me; Yep three.
Camper B: Do you have any sisters?
Me: Yep three.
Camper A: So you've got three brothers and three sisters?
Me: Yes and one on the way.
Camper C: You have 7 brothers and sisters!??! Eight kids in your family?
Me: Yes.
Camper D: 10 people live in your house??!!
(in my head at this point thinking,  "Well I'm glad they can do that math.")
Back to Camper C who's an only child: That's so many people living in one house!

Then the conversation turned to my age. Those dear children thought I was four years younger than I actually am.  So I guess it makes sense why Liz Taylor and I are confused as twins. I look the same age as her according to my campers.

What I Learned Today

I have an accent. And according to one of my campers, I have a South Jersey accent. I told him that wasn't where I'm from but he didn't seem to care. When he mimicked me the accent was from much further south than South Jersey.

The conversation about my accent took place yesterday. Today as we passed my companion who hails from the dear flatlands as well, he declared we both sound alike.  His shock at hearing multiple people with our accent was quite entertaining.