Day 42 – The Pope But Not The Same One Who’s Coming to my Roller Skating Party*

So wow. The Pope is retiring. Like most of you, I thought they had to die out of their job. But now we find out that they can retire. Wish we’d known about this when that really old Pope kept getting propped up in front of the Vatican window. I think they used strings on his arms so that he could wave. That dude was old!

Wake Up!

Remember this guy? Pope John Paul II

I was raised Catholic so I should probably be a little more respectful of the popes.

Thing is, even though I was baptized and confirmed Catholic, I think it was a lie because according to the Catholic Rule Book, I was a bastard child, what with my Catholic mother marrying a divorced Lutheran man. Never mind that I’d been born in wedlock. Catholics don’t care. They like to make little children feel badly about themselves.

Do you know that I didn’t know my father had been married before he was married to my mother until I was in college?

My cousin Kaja asked me one day if I’d ever met my dad’s first wife

“Yeah. My mom,” I replied.

“No,” she said, “his first wife.”

“Yeah. My mother,” I said, still not getting it.

Not until Kaja got a weird look on her face and tried to change the subject.

“Wait. What? My dad was married before he was married to my mom? Is she my mom?” (please, oh please, oh please!) She wasn’t my mom and I never met her. But it did explain why my mom never went for communion when we rarely went to church. Sure would have been nice had somebody told me before my cousin accidentally did.

Anyway. The Pope. He gave his two week notice. It seems that he’s being respectful of his position. I see this as a step up for the Catholic religion.

I tell you what, if they start promoting birth control, let women be priests, punish rather than transfer the priests who were pedophiles, and bring back Baby Limbo, I might consider going back to church. Never mind that I am divorced from my first husband, who was raised Baptist.

Also, can you tell how close I am to going back to church? Like the old geezers in the Vatican re ever going to let women be priests!

*My friend, Mr. Pope, is coming to my roller skating birthday party and he’s bringing his wife, Mrs. Pope.  So I’ve been telling people that The Pope and his wife are coming to my party. Childhood pal, Judy, thought I was joking about the real pope bringing a wife. She must think I’ve got a really weird sense of humor. Randomly throwing out pope references.

p.s. I’m bored with posting baubles. I probably shouldn’t have scheduled a jewelry party because I don’t want to make jewelry when I HAVE to make jewelry! It take the fun out of it. But I did say I’d post a bauble every day this year so here’s another frickin’ pair of earrings!