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I’m not really sure where to start this post, so I will just wing it and hope it all comes together. First let me just say that I am not “educated”  I finished the 10th grade (barely), took a few semesters of community college (that I barely passed) and I come from the country and ghetto, so there are times when I have to just write and not worry about being “proper”, otherwise I would just not write. I am Catholic and I respect my faith and the Sacraments to the max, but I am not a theologian. I just things the best way that I can to make sense. If I try to write like Cardinal Ratzinger, I will look like an idiot because that man is brilliant and I’m not. Sometimes I cuss because there are times when cuss words fit. I try my best to not use them, but sometimes when I am blogging I just let it all hang out. Well, not really or there would be a lot more cuss words, but I do let my guard down. This who I am, this is my blog, this is my story.


Yesterday I got an email from someone who was apparently forced to read my blog and was scandalized by it. I say forced, because that is the only reason that I can come up with on why someone would read a blog that they find to be scandalizing. If I came across a blog that I found scandalized me, I would stop.reading.that.blog. So clearly someone is using my blog as a means to torture good Catholic women.


To add to my day, I was made aware (by said emailer) that someone who has not liked me for a long time now (and in full disclosure the feeling is mutual) is still going around talking about how sad it is that I write about the struggles in my marriage because it makes marriage seem like a chore. I have tried to respond to that as nicely as I could without mentioning said person or their opinions. I try to avoid drama with this person or anyone else in the Catholic world of public people who are Catholic and get paid to talk to people who tell them how awesome they are, because I do not want any drama. It’s that simple. I am nobody. This blog is not about me getting paid, making a name for myself or anything like that. It is about me writing (which I love to do) about my life with Jesus as a Catholic wife and mother. (Although if someone WANTS to pay me, I wouldn’t say no.) It just so happens that lately, I have struggled with the wife thang and soooo I write about it. Anyone who thinks that marriage is a walk in the park is going to wake up one day after being married for a few years and freak the french toast OUT. That is unless they are a classic bully who is married to a wimp who doesn’t have an issue with being a doormat for a bully. I’m sure that those marriages have no “issues at all” for obvious reasons.


I was blocked by someone on Facebook yesterday as well. I don’t know this person in real life, but still it was kind of dumb because it was after I said one thing about how I don’t like how Catholics tend to always jump to the “if it were Muslims” argument every time that someone offends our faith. It is true, I don’t like that argument. When it came up yesterday during the Harvard hosting a Black Mass craziness, I stated that. THEN a priest wrote this in response to the incident and Elizabeth Scalia had this to say and I saw how it made sense to bring that up. If the person who blocked me (without discussion mind you) had waited around, she would have seen that I changed my views on the issue, which is typical of someone with my temperament (crazy, that is my temperament) to do. My point is that when discussing things on Facebook, or anywhere really and someone says something you disagree with, that isn’t reason to toss them into the “people I never want to see again” pile. Sometimes when we do that, it adds to someone’s  bad day. I am glad it happened though, it will remind me not to be that person the next time I run to the “block” button. Either on Facebook or in life.


After allllll that, I did what I normally do when people piss me off (AKA hurt my feelings).  I went to YouTube to watch hip-hop videos. I found this gem. It’s one of my favorite singers, Keyshia Cole and Nikki Minaj. I don’t like Nikki Minaj at all and I will give anyone who can translate what the hell she is saying at the beginning of her verse, a Hi-5 (I’m broke, so I can’t pay ya). But I love this song and it fits so well with how I feel about haters right now.


I am not sure really what people expect from a Catholic blogger, but I can tell you one thing: my life has been filled with mistakes, brokenness, heartache, tears and a lot of bad mistakes. Even after all that, I became Catholic. Why? Because when I was tired of doing things my way and being miserable this is the place where I found healing. That’s what Jesus does. The New Testament is full of these stories of Jesus coming across some sinner that was tired of being wounded and He healed them. I am not concerned with anything at all except telling the story of how Jesus healed me. It is what He has asked of me. If anything I say is scandalizing to you, then please go read a different blog. Maybe consider that being perpetually scandalized may just be a waste of time and energy. Whatever, just don’t send me an email stating how much of a disgrace I am to my faith.


On another note: apparently blogging about modesty is a great way to get traffic. Who knew? I’m working on another post about how a person can find beauty in the opposite sex without lusting after them. Anyone have any resources that I can read about that?


Finally, I leave you with this song by Keyshia Cole that sums up exactly how I feel. It is a song that went on her last album where she sang praises and thank yous to God for everything. It is one of my favorite songs. Enjoy!

For more Quick Takes, go see Jennifer at Conversion Diary! Can’t wait to read some of yours!