So That Happened

I Just Wanted To Use The Phrase 'Big Baby Jesus' In This Title

I hope all of you are recovered from the day that was Super Fat Tuesday (which is what I kept calling it in my head anyway), whether it be from taking in all the election results or, if you were hungry and in the right place, all the gumbo. Part of my job was to watch the events of the day unfold, but even if I wasn't employed at this particular locale, I would have kept my eyes and ears on the TV just the same, because all this excitement over the primaries was infectious. Yes, I said 'infectious.' Didn't you think so?

Now that yesterday is said and done, let us turn our thoughts to Lent. Are you giving up anything? As a lapsed Catholic I don't hold myself to this practice as much as before, and that was when I was a kid and wanted to give up things like homework. I've tried not swearing, not eating chocolate, and even attempted being more patient with others; I was successful at the first two, and...not so much with the last one. Hey - driving in L.A. will do that to a person.

Blogless Sara said at SnB last night that she was going to not buy yarn for Lent, but that she didn't have to stick to this too much being that she is Jewish and all. I thought that was a good Lenten sacrifice for a yarn-minded person like myself, so I think I will give it a shot. This plus not swearing, AGAIN.

Finally, let me end this post with a photo:

Blogless Johnnie made a King Cake for Mardi Gras and guess who found the Baby Jesus in her piece? That's right, bitches (shoot, does swearing in a post count?) - ME. ME ME ME ME ME. I found the Big Baby Jesus! Cue me doing the Big Baby Jesus dance (RIP, ODB). This means I will have good luck for the rest of the year! Thank goodness for that because I certainly could use it. This also means that I am responsible for bringing the King Cake next year, so I will have to ask for Johnnie's help in making one - even if she did steal all my money and belongings and stabbed me in the back or something while we were on the Oregon Trail (sorry - this is a Facebook-related joke if you don't know.)

My Lenten Tale Plus An Aside

I am a long-lapsed Catholic.  I haven't given up anything for Lent in years.  The last time I did was in 2000, when I gave up chocolate, which seemed to be the only thing I'd give up when I was all about the Catholicism.

Some months ago I mentioned how Writer Ex broke up with me.  This was in the year 2000 (yes, you can say it like on Conan - it's funny when you do).  He dropped the bomb during my visit, which (you guessed it) fell during Lent.

I was an ugly and blubbering mess on the plane home, and even broke my steadfast rule of not wearing sunglasses indoors and instead kept mine on because I was all puffy.  (Note: let me just say that crying profusely at 35,000 feet does NOT do one any favors.  Hello, Side-Impact Air Bag-Sized Undereye Bags For Days!)  Not even the Random Celebrity Sighting that was Arye Gross did anything to lift my spirits. 

As I sniffled and wiped away tears, my seatmate (a nice man in his 30s or 40s, I presume, and no, it wasn't Arye) saw that I was upset (DUH) and asked if I was okay.   I said I would be later.  He offered me a chocolate bar, and I managed to squeak out "I gave up chocolate for Lent."  No, I still can't believe I stuck to my Lenten sacrifice even in the fresh depths of utter heartbreak while floating somewhere over the Midwest.

Kind Seatmate Man took back the candy bar, went through his bag...and pulled out a granola bar.

How very thoughtful and prepared he was!  I should have taken his name down.

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Aside: I have a college friend who gave up Pop-Tarts for Lent one year.  Mind you, he was ADDICTED to them.  That is not an understatement.

The day after Easter, he ate thirty-six Pop-Tarts in a row.  THIRTY-SIX.  That should have well killed him on the spot, but he managed to survive.

Hmm.

Is it bad that I have absolutely no recollection of what my confirmation name is?  I'm a lapsed Catholic and all, but shouldn't that one thing have stayed with me?