Pet Peeves

I’m wondering where the term “pet peeves” came from.  I’ll look it up via the lazy man’s route to information: wikipedia.

A pet peeve is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to them, to a greater degree than others may find it.  Its first usage was around 1919.The term is a back-formation from the 14th-century word peevish, meaning “ornery or ill-tempered”.

Pet peeves often involve specific behaviors of someone close, such as a spouse or significant other.These behaviors may involve disrespect, manners, personal hygiene, relationships, and family issues.

A key aspect of a pet peeve is that it may well seem acceptable to others.

One of my pet peeves is when people apologize, when they share at the meeting, for being late to an AA meeting.  Another is bloggers who apologize for not having posted very much lately—-so I’m not going to apologize for not posting at all lately.

Lots of Bars and Lots of Churches

life-on-the-beachThe interview went well. I really liked the Publisher, the paper and the community. My assignment now is to write a few faux hard news articles to submit for review and then hopefully interview again in a couple of weeks.  We found a house we like which is only two blocks from the Catholic school. How cool is that?!

There are two Catholic schools here that seem to be the “good” ones.  The very best one is so beautiful and seems to be top rated in academics, as well.  I like the second best one better though because according to their school calendar online they take the students to Mass every Friday, like we do at our current school in Atlanta.

The other school it seems only takes the students to Mass once per month–well, it appears they alternate classes for Mass so one Friday the 8th graders go and another Friday the 3rd graders, etc..  I’m sure it’s “fine” that way, but it tells me a little about a school’s heart if they make Mass equal in priority to everything else at the school.

And I found a Church nearby on the first day we were here. That’s how I roll. Before I do anything else, I check out the Catholic churches. I drove right over there to take a look at it and noticed it is very traditional, which I love. And there was a Mary statue outside, a beautiful one of Mary in her blue mantle, stepping on the serpent.

I Googled the pastor and get this: he is a recovering alcoholic! A Monsignor–that’s the awful (and wonderful) thing about Google. I was just trying to get a feel for him—I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a “progressive” pastor, you know? I wanted to make sure the Eucharist is kept behind the altar and there is Eucharistic adoration at the Church. And there is.

When I Googled the Monsignor I saw he had been arrested for DUI in 2009 and that’s how I figured out he was in recovery. There was another story that led me to another story that explained how he had gone away for treatment after the DUI.  This made me like him A LOT. I love recovering alcoholics. They’re some of my most favorite people.  Drunk alcoholics, not so much.

Speaking of Googling…I noticed now that I have this blog and I write for a couple of other blogs, mainly Catholicmom.com that my name and “Catholic Alcoholic” comes up, as well.  Not a great thing for me going through a job search!  What’s the first thing prospective employers do when they receive an interesting resume? Exactly. They Google.

Oh well.  Nothing I can do about that now.  It’s now part of my “permanent record,” out there in cyberspace that I am in fact an alcoholic.  I suppose there are worse things I could be?

So….

Now what? I have noticed there are a lot of bars down here.  A lot of bars. And churches. ha ha. that’s funny.  And tattoo parlors.  Yes,  a LOT of bars.

Money Isn’t Everything

newspaperThe family and I are heading to the beach today. It’s spring break and we are looking forward to getting in some fishing, strolling, seafood and hang-time.

Also, I have an interview down there!  An interview for Editor of a small town newspaper!  The pay is about of third of what I’m used to making in my sales jobs; and it’s so funny because I don’t even care. Money isn’t everything. And we’ve learned over these last two years how to live small.

There is so much freedom to living small.  We don’t have to be stressed to make ends meet in order to keep up with a big house and big life. We are more free to do the things we’re called to do, even if they barely pay enough to put gas in the car. ha ha.

I’m exaggerating (but just a little) because the pay isn’t that bad; but actually it is pretty bad ha ha ha!

We’ve been wanting to move to the beach for a long time and the boys are begging me to get the job so we can actually do it this time.  Why not? I tossed and turned all night with angst-filled dreams and I’m not going to read too much into them.  I prayed this morning for God to give me/us peace, His peace, if this is His will.

The job itself sounds fantastic!  Managing a very small news room and being the “face” of the town representing the paper.  Getting involved in the community and interacting with the residents, joining networking associations, etc…  I would love it. Also, cooperating with the Publisher to increase subscribers and achieve budgets.  I’ve always loved local news…obituaries, crime, traffic, church news, school stories, local business news.

I stalked the paper a little bit via Google and discovered they just hired an editor in February; so I’m not sure why they would be hiring for the same position again?

I hope they have good AA meetings down there.

Dear God, please give me your peace about all this. And if it is your will and my family and I can make a difference in the lives of others down there then so be it. If not, then not.

I’ve got to go pack!  Happy Easter Monday!

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