CCD = Confraternity of Christian Doctrine. How's THAT for a mouthful?

I keep reading CCD as OCD and thinking, "They have classes for that now?"

Heh. Well Lord knows I can go to Catholic mass and still recite just about all the responses/movements without even having to think about them, so not that far off.

I saw the link to this on another site and was reminded of how much I want to marry just about all of those BMW Clive Owen films (which randomly reminded me that Colin's GF will be the equivalent for...Mini Cooper, I think). And Clive's chipper demeanour in this one is exactly what I strive for when I'm given bad directions I can't change. I just wish the entire process could turn out that satisfying.

Most of the ball-busting nuns were no longer in the system by the time I was in high school (Franciscan order school, first time I encountered nuns). We had some characters, though: Sister Consaline, better known as "Sister Toots" because when you greeted her in the hallway, she would always respond with "Hiya doin', Toots?"; Sister Kathryn, a young Benedictine nun who was the only younger one to wear a wimple and black (t-length) dress, which made her habit of leaning on the chalk ledge, acquiring a white line of chalk across her rear, even more obvious; and "Cookie Jar," whose real name I never learned, who worked in the library with "The Hawk" (another one whose real name was unknown to me), both so nicknamed due to their resemblance to their namesakes--Cookie Jar was a very round woman, and The Hawk had a severe case of osteoporosis that caused her hunch her shoulders forward.

The legend in school was the order of nun jobs were (1) teacher, (2) administrator, (3) librarian, and then (4) they disappeared, folded up into a tome tucked somewhere in the depths of the library; if it were ever discovered, little dried-up husks of nuns would come fluttering out, like leaves pressed in a book.

if it were ever discovered, little dried-up husks of nuns would come fluttering out, like leaves pressed in a book.

Just add water? Cup-o-Nun?

I just overhead our temporary receptionist, who is 20 years old and still in college, inform someone that she has her entire wedding planned even though she's currently single.

I don't even know what to do with that.

You laugh and laugh and laugh.

Ask if she's got a funeral planned to. Or start describing yours!

I mean, it made me feel old and totally ungirly, but then I remembered that I wouldn't be that girl if you paid me a million dollars and just cranked up the Ramones on my iPod.

I just got out of a going-away party, during which my (28 y.o.) coworker discussed with me her wedding coming up in 6 weeks. Actually, it was more of a "here's how the better business bureau works" discussion, since all of her plans seem able to come undone just at the inopportune moment.

On the upside, she did wear her wedding tiara around all day at work last week.