"Mommy, why isn't Jesus here yet?"

I forgot when I last saw the sun. This East Coast weather is not cutting it. First three straight days of rain and now it is just cloudy and gloomy. I thought it was spring...where is the sun people!?

It's crazy how the weather can affect my mood. I always feel unmotivated and restless when the weather gets like this. Cabin fever is not a fun thing. Of course the weather will be nice when I'm home and not here at school. Not. Fair.

Well that's enough of the weather. Today is the last day of March making it the third month of 2010 coming to a close. Woah. Three months already, everything feels like a dream- it goes by so fast. This week is also Holy Week for all those Christians out there and Passover for all my Jewish friends. Lots of religion going on this week.

When I was little I never understood the concept of Holy Week and Easter. When they told me that Jesus resurrects from the dead on Easter I remember looking out my window on Easter Sunday waiting for Jesus to walk down my street (it didn't happen). I was quite disappointed to find out that Jesus doesn't actually re-resurrect every Easter and goes and visits everyone kind of like Santa Claus. And hence the title of this post. That is what my 6 year old self asked my Mom after she found me staring out the window.

Now that I'm a bit older I guess you could say I've come to appreciate Holy Week even more. When I go to all the masses during Holy Week I feel whole. I only feel this way during Easter time. There's something about the prayer and reflection that is quite different to Christmas. Easter is a strange combination of solemnity and joy. The whole week leading up to Easter I go to mass, think about my life, the people I've hurt, the promises broken, the lies told. Then I think about my relationship with God and that always gets messy. By the time Easter rolls around I feel like a clean slate- fresh start. I guess that's the beauty of the Easter season.

And there is my quick moment of being "deep." If you are suffering through this gloomy weather my I suggest a song to make you feel alive again. I'm sure everyone has heard it by Train's "Hey Soul Sister" is just pure amazing genius. Without at fail it puts a smile on my face. Whoever they wrote this song about is one lucky girl.

So enjoy this cute video and have doing some self reflection, kids.

Catch you later,

Catherine

One of the Guys...

This past Saturday I spent 4 and 1/2 hours in the basement of a Knights of Columbus with 8 men.

I had the pleasure of being dragged by my father to his fantasy baseball league draft. Apparently I bring my uncle and him good luck. I made an appearance at a draft 2 years ago...at least it was at a nice restaurant and there was another woman there to help ease the pain.

I did not think it was possible for one brain to contain so many useless facts about EVERY American sport. Baseball, basketball, football...could you imagine? All that time and effort that is put in to knowing this information. I mean, I can't imagine these men apply it to their careers. Well. Except for one in attendance who was a sports journalist- and easy on the eyes I might add. But still all that time and energy could be put into something else like learning a new language or trying to solve the financial crisis.

Well, I guess the saying's right- boys will be boys.

But seriously. More than 4 hours of listening to childish insults, fat jokes, racial slurs, and arguments over people I didn't know and didn't care to find out. There was a comment about Eva Longoria but I don't I should repeat it here...the Blogspot people might shut me down. Eva, let's just say you have some passionate male fans.

The highlight of the day: I got to pull names out of a hat which determined the divisions each team was in. Woo frickin' Hoo. However, I do believe there is a lesson to be learned (or is it learnt? 14 years of school and I still have poor grammar skills). If I gain half of this sports knowledge that these guys have then maybe it would provide as good conversation with a really cute (straight) guy I happen to meet. A way to a man's heart is not through is stomach but through ESPN knowledge. hmm. We'll have to let that one sit, see how it feels.

Well kiddies, that's it for me. By writing this post I have delayed writing a paper. Oh yeah my priorities are totally straight. Oye. Remember procrastinating is never a good thing and that the first Major League All-Star game was played on July 6, 1933 (the American League won).

Your Baseball Aficionado,

Catherine

Marzo è Pazzo!

A snowy Columbus Circle...pic taken by yours truly

The 3rd month of 2010 has begun. Wow. Well sorry to have not post in a while. I'll try to keep posting more frequently in March.

Lenten promises= great successes thus far except for I had sweets like once.

Crazy blizzard in NYC! Me and 2 of my roommates, Amy and Eleni celebrated our snow day with a trip to Central Park. This is where we built Lelana, the Hawaiian Ice Princess (above). Isn't she a beaut? It was probably the most surreal experience being in a snow covered Central Park...my inner child couldn't contain itself. I was six again and reveled in every second of it.

There's something about snow days that brings out the joy in people. Everyone in the park had a beaming smile. It's nice when everyone can be happy together, yay for snow!

Unfortunately the weekend also brought tragedy with the earthquake in Chile. My prayers go out to everyone there. Hear to hoping relief and restoration will come soon.

On another note, this week commences midterms. A joyous weekend has been quickly forgotten and replaced with notes and stress. At least I have a nice weekend to look forward to.

Well kids, go find that inner child and let it run wild. You won't regret, I promise.

Try not to have a stressful week,

Catherine