I’ve been watching the new season of Downton Abbey. I know…I know. I justify that streaming the video from the UK isn’t the same as downloading it. And, despite knowing that it isn’t quite the right thing to do, I still do it; it’s interesting the justifications I can make when I want to do something. Temptation is…tempting. Now, if I had to drive across town and stream the video I wouldn’t. But sitting in my living room it’s more difficult to resist. I have a better understanding of how difficult it must be to resist the temptation to look at pornography. When it’s sitting right there on the ottoman, at my fingertips, I can’t resist Mr. Bates.
Both our boys have been in Catholic schools since kinder and preK. I couldn’t let my first go to school until kinder, I was having too much separation anxiety. But with the second I was ready at preK. So, you’d think I’d be pretty savvy to the gamut of Catholic thought amongst his classmates’ parents. One of the moms found a service project involving Susan Komen’s Race for the Cure which I declined to participate in. The flap regarding their support of Planned Parenthood was especially striking here in Dallas. Even after pointing this out in an email to the entire class, my child is the only one not participating.
I’m still struggling to balance work and my master’s thesis and my attempts at blogging. I’m not very successful with the blogging part but I did take a great class called ‘Content Brew’ and have lots of ideas and a tips, it’s just making myself do it.
I watched the debate the other night. It was funny how I’m willing to watch, fearing a train wreck from Romney but my friends who are staunch Democrats were unwilling because they “already know who I’m going to vote for and a debate won’t change my mind.” I’m no fan of Romney, as I’ve said before, there is no candidate who represents a Catholic viewpoint, but I think it’s interesting when people appear to be afraid to see something that might change their mind, either about the candidate they support or there preconceived notions of the candidate they oppose.
The controversial thing I want to mention is how I think there is a distinct difference between a man who has all sons and a man who has all daughters. One is not better than the other, they are just different. I know that in my house I’m the only woman, even our pets are male, and it’s like living in a fraternity. It’s loud, stinky, and all the talk is about their man parts and bathroom habits. They are messy and disorganized and I spend all my time trying to corral them.
I spent Saturday and Sunday catching up on the last season of Dexter. I wish I could be a better Catholic and not have any TV or watch only EWTN or homeschool my kids, but I just love Michael C. Hall. The season premiere was soooo good. Instead of blogging intelligently about bioethics or posting the photos of the world’s ugliest cake that I made this weekend with two friends, I’m watching Dexter. I should apply this wait until the season is completely over and watch it all in two days to Downton Abbey.
PBS started a new 6 episode series, “Call the Midwife”. I love the look of East End London in the 50s. It makes me grateful for my little life here with access to evidence-based obstetrical care.
This week’s blog better than mine is: Crochet Nirvana
I keep trying to learn to crochet, amongst all the other things I do, and it’s nice to look at her beautiful work.
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Kudos to you for not participating in the Komen project. I can’t believe you’re the only one who has an objection to it!
The Dexter premiere WAS good, wasn’t it? LOVE!
It’s also amazing how many people in our parish’s parking lot sport Obama bumper stickers.
I’m all for money for cancer research, I work in cancer research. But breast cancer is awash with funding and ovarian, cervix, pancreatic, and liver cancer research is underfunded.
Dexter, my husband and daughter both watch it on Netflix. I’ve yet to check it out. I think if you become Dexter-ish it’s a problem, watching not as much:)