What are you doing here? You should be at Mass! Today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, a Holy Day of Obligation. Also, you can't double up and go to Saturday Mass for your Sunday Mass and also call it your Holy Day of Obligation Mass.
Maybe you can. But you shouldn't.
I think I have been tagged before and never dealt with it. But since today is a Holy Day of Obligation and a wonderful feast day I decided to try it. I've been tagged by Sr. Betsy over at the Daily Thoughts of Mother Seton. I have to tell eight things about myself. I imagine the idea is to mine some things you might not suspect, so here we go:
1. I take shorthand. I always become the secretary of everything. I wasn't taking shorthand when I was the secretary of the Boy Saviour Club in when I was in the second grade, though.
It is also why I remember so much stuff. I find I remember things that I write down, and since I can write everything down verbatim, very quickly, it all sticks in my brain.
2. I have a secret desire to be a court reporter. Is that what they are called? The ones that sit through every trial with that machine that takes everything down verbatim in some sort of code? I'm not interested in sitting around in court everyday listening to all the sad news about crimes and criminals and victims. I just want to learn to work one of those machines.
3. I can ride a horse. I actually had a horse of my own when I was young. She was a palomino quarter horse. I never owned a saddle for the horse, which made me a better rider, I think.
4. I can tap dance. Yes. My mother gave me dance lessons until I was 12. Recently, a young woman showed me a new time step--new to me, that is--and I have mastered it. Sister St. Aloysius can't stop laughing. The debut of the new time step was one of the St. Nicholas day surprises.
5. I don't believe I've ever mentioned it before, but I also play the piano. I also don't think I've mentioned that my main job at school is to be the 'music nun'. I have a knack for getting very young children singing in harmony. Would that they would do everything else in harmony.
6. I can't draw anything. I have a theory that the Impressionist painters weren't all that innovative. They just couldn't draw any better. I think I insulted a painter who works in watercolors once when I told her my theory.
7. My father, who is the sweetest most likable man on earth, became a fiend behind the wheel of a car. I have inherited that gene. Luckily, I have Our Lady of LaSalette to curtail road rage. You may recall that Our Lady of LaSalette was weeping because the cab drivers in France were swearing too much.
8. I have no idea who to tag or how to tag them. Consider yourselves tagged if you are reading this.
And get to Mass!