I Want to Believe

In high school and college, Friday nights and then Sundays, belonged to Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson), my constant companions. So, when I found out that I’d miss the series finale, because my parents didn’t have cable, one of my cousins sent a VHS tape with the finale episode. It was a bittersweet ending; Mulder and Scully didn’t save the world, they ultimately couldn’t raise their son, they didn’t change any minds…but, they did have each other. So, in a bookend to the series, Mulder and Scully ended up in a crappy motel room, just the two of them. But that was The X-Files--struggling for Truth but never quite getting what you want and finding out the truth that it is our relationships that endure when, literally, the world explodes around you.

Fast forward seven years—I’ve finished graduate school, worked in DC for three years, and figured out that government per diem can get you a lot better than a crappy motel room, but not much, depending on where you have to go. I’m not a special agent investigating aliens, like I wanted to be in high school. And I'm not Dana Scully, though I wanted to be in high school, because, if I were, I’d be cool enough to run in heels while shooting my 9 mm, write awesome journal entries, and hang out with Fox Mulder. Not to mention I’d be jet-setting across the world seeking that elusive Truth, always getting a glimpse. But, after seven years, I feel more like Dana Scully than I ever did in high school—seeking the Truth, struggling when my Faith intersects Science, and desperately hoping to keep it all together, just like she did, though I still haven't found my Fox Mulder.

So, go visit my old friends Fox and Dana (TM—Mrs. Scully) in their new movie, The X-Files: I Want To Believe. If you are an “x-phile,” you’ll love it. It’s got the snark, the sexual innuendo, the laughs, the creepy monsters, and our two intrepid agents. For x-phile, it’s a great reunion. You get to reminisce about all your fondest memories, you get to catch up with old friends, and you get a glimpse of their life in the future. And you realize not much changed. If you’re not a phile? Well, you still get the awesomeness of Dana Scully. This movie is about a woman’s struggle to understand what she believes about her life and her relationships with others, as well as the complexities of her choices as a medical doctor.

Dana Scully is still the type of person I think it would be good to be. Somehow, she never gives up; she has a deep Faith that challenges her; she makes the wrong decisions, but so how mananges to get it right in the end. She takes chances, but knows when to draw lines in the sand. Not to mention, she got to be a snappy dresser! So, go see my movie if you're bored and The Dark Knight is sold out. It's a great way to spend two hours.

“And the rain is over and gone….”

It’s a beautiful day in Lola’s World! Less than 30 hours ago, my brother officially gave me the best gift in the world—a sister! Ken and Lauren were married at her aunt and uncle’s house in Olean, New York. Just before the wedding a rain storm hit, so we had a bit of a rain delay, but just as the Rabbi was starting the service, the rain stopped. Lauren looked radiant, and my brother has never looked so happy in his life.

I can’t believe that I’ve only known Lauren for three years. Three years ago this month, Ken volunteered to go to DC with me to check out my new apartment three years ago this month. I should have caught at his eagerness to sleep on the floor of my guest room, but I was clueless. Little did I know that after he dragged me around the city looking at construction and NOT letting me stop in for a daily Mass, I would be meeting the one God planned for him.

The one wish I’ve had for all of my friends is that they marry the person that God had picked out for them. Ken was my first friend—he’s been there since my first day (even though I think he only remembers that he got a “Little People” farm). He put up with me when I knocked out his teeth, didn’t kill me during my crazy, hormonal, teenage years, he sent me I postcard from every single city he visited during his year abroad (I still have them!), and he’s the only one who understands what it’s like to have our parents. So, like any of my friends, I had the same wish for Ken. In some ways, when it comes to Ken, it was a stronger wish, one that has grown over a lifetime of being his sister. And yesterday, my wish for him came true, in a most amazing way.

So, while I have plenty of fun stories to share about the wedding, tonight, I’m leaving it at, WAHOO!!!!! I have a wonderful new sister whom I’ve come to love dearly, and my brother’s dreams have come true. God is so, so good!

Crazy Baby Names Part Two

A very important event occurs this weekend--my brother's wedding. I'm super excited to have Lauren officially be my sister-in-law, and I'll definitely post more on that next week.

But, I thought I'd comment on one of my favorite topics--random baby names. Previously, I addressed why Harlow was not a great name for a little girl--Nicole Richie, I look at you. Today, I address Nicole Kidman and hubby Keith Urban, cause Sunday? That's a day of the week. Or, if spelled differently, a wonderful confection. But, it's certainly not a baby name. What are they going to call her for short. Sunnie? Sunny? Sunny Urban sounds like a condo complex. Day? Daye? Day Urban sounds like a type of subway pass. Sigh.

At least Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie got it half right with Knox and Vivenne. Vivenne is actually a good name. Knox, well Knox isn't my favorite, if only because of the images of Fort Knox that dance in my head. It might work if they were Presbyterian, but I don't think they are. It also means round-top hill. Which means that Harlow and Knox will probably be a celebrity couple someday in the future after bonding over names that have to do with landscape features.

Whatever the case may be, babies are always a reason for rejoicing. As is a new X-Files movie. Stay tuned for wedding pics and more on the new X-Files movie!

Little Things

So, I'll admit it. I'm LOUSY at updating. But, heck, I gave up trying to be consistent with this. Update time.

1. I managed to pull off one of two baby showers. Baby shower 1, for my co-worker Ro', was cancelled when baby Emmanuel decided to make his appearance early. Baby shower 2, for my good friend Sarah, was just in time as little Alexandra came a week later. Both babies were three weeks early!

2. I had a LOVELY time in Illinois/Iowa, despite flooding disrupting the wedding. The wedding was held at an alternate location. It's incredibly awesome to be with my college friends, again. We had a GREAT time. Before that, I had an equally great time with my BFF Laurel and her daughter. I even got to see her bro and sil and their girls. It was a great joy to see so many people who fill such a big place in my life.

3. Then, this passed weekend, I drove to Jersey to see my good friends Jeanna and Jeff from grad school, and their son (my godson, Gabriel). He's just so amazing, and I love hearing his little excited voice shout "Lo!" when he sees me (that "Lo" for Auntie Lola). I think I caught a "Tie Lo!" once. He gives great hugs, too.

4. Work is CRAZY. Nuff said.

In other news--I've seen three newborns in the past month, locally, visited friends with children, watched those online pregnancy tickers move on, and found out that I'll be the god-mother of another god-daughter this fall. I've also read as spiritual sisters of mine have endured heart-breaking miscarriages and of another family who lost a newborn. So much joy and so much sorrow, wrapped around little people. I'm not really going anywhere with this in particular, except that in all that joy and all that sorrow, there is such tremendous love and faith. Love for children, living on earth and living in eternity, and faith in God, who gives and takes a way. It's so rare to see such love or to see Love reflected back at us. Pray for these women, all mothers--mothers of new babies, mothers of growing families, mothers of babies-on-the-inside, and mothers of children that rejoice in Heaven. They need your prayers, all in their own way.

I also had an opportunity to witness love like that at Mass this Sunday. In visit St. Alphonsius in Hopewell, NJ, there was an older priest who clearly had a neurological disorder (pray for him, and all priests). Despite shaking hands, he lovingly cleaned the chalice, paten, and the altar. It was clearly difficult to lift the chalice with his shaking hands, and I'm sure he must have noticed the shifting crowd, but he painstakingly drank from the chalice and wiped it clean. That's an amazing act of love in service of Love.

That's all for today, just a quick snapshot of my life! Pax!

Aloha!

So, I'm a bad blogger. My summer goal is to be a good blogger. At least a weekly blogger. So, apart from sheer craziness at work (including my inability to find any new employees!), the summer is looking up. But, spring was pretty good too! I was on Oahu (Hawaii) for work and then spent a long weekend snorkeling in Maui. It was AMAZING. And just what the doctor ordered. Here are some Hawaiian highlights.

Sunrise at Haleakala in Maui. The drive to the top at 3AM was crazy, but the sunrise was worth it!

One of the things that I really wanted to do on Oahu was visit Pearl Harbor. There is a visitor center with a short film and some exhibits. Then, you take a short ride to the Arizona Memorial in the harbor. It was amazing how quiet everyone can be if asked; it was an incredibly moving experience.

I also wanted to drive around the famous North Shore of Oahu. Winter is the best time to see the forty foot waves and the surfers, but it was still a beautiful drive. This is one of my favorite photographs. It reminds me of the TV show Lost!


I love sea turtles! This one swam up right next to me during a snorkel session off Makena Beach (Maui).

Finally photographic evidence I was there! This is me along the Road to Hana, the absolutely scariest drive, ever! It was ridculously fun in my little convertible, though!

Harlow?

Starting off with, this one is random. Except, not so much because I'm (blushing) watching Access Hollywood. In my defense, it's in between the nightly news (something that I always watch) and American Idol.

Okay, let's start with Harlow. That would be Nicole Richie's baby, for those of you who are wondering why I brought that up. I don't actually object to the name "Harlow" as being horribly egregious, like some names (Apple, Lasagna, Calamari) or intentionally alternatively spelled. But, if your name is Harlow, your left with a name that means "From the Mound of the People" OR the actress Jean Harlow. As a fan of classic film, I'm familiar with Jean Harlow and appreciate her cinematic contributions as the original "Blonde Bombshell." But, really, she died tragically young of kidney disease after combating rumors that she murdered her husband (Paul Bern). Not to mention that whole alienation of affection suit and sham marriage to deflect those allegations. To me, not necessarily a "win-win" name selection.

Next, American Idol. BEST TOP 24 EVAH!!!!!!! Not. I fast-forwarded through everyone, except Jason Castro (kid with dreads) and David Archuleta. And they are making it impossible for me to like Archuleta because of the constant "HE'S 17!!!!!" (TM Randy), "I want to put him in my pocket and carry him around (TM Paula), and "The other 19 contestants are putting on sackcloth" (TM Simon). I'm also bitter that Melinda Doolittle didn't win last year. Who, by the way, just released My Funny Valentine as digital single. It's pretty good. Hopefully the girls are better tonight, and I might be able to finally figure out which blonde is which.

President's Day

So, today was a holiday for all those government and government-related workers--that meant me. I love these bonus holidays. They are great! I had extra time to run errands so I:

• Finished my taxes. Ouch.
• Crocheted another four inches on a baby blanket! The sucker is 41 inches wide X 22 inches long and growing. Baby is due in two weeks. I need to start moving!
• Went to the eye doctor and order new glasses.
• Picked up a friend and had lunch.
• Went with said friend to look at new furniture for my living room (got a new brown leather couch and recliner! Bye-bye 70's jungle print!)
• Came home and watched a bunch of Star Trek Voyager episodes.

Which leads me to why I wanted to blog. I'm on a number of e-dating sites. Okay 2. But that's a number, right? Anyway, site 1 is religion specific, and I've gone out with a couple of guys from those sites. One for like six months. And it didn't work. I've done long distance and across town. Site 2 is secular, and I haven't really gone out with anyone. But, now, I'm emailing with this EXTREMELY patient guy, who lives a bit a way (four hours), who is a religion professor (but not my religious background, who does however have a background in sacramental theology and knows the entire Ordinary of the Mass in Latin--randomly awesome). Anyway, it turns out that this same guy got his PhD where I did my undergrad. We missed each other at the UofI by three months. How crazy is that? Small world. Anyway, as e-dating goes, this guy gets points because he uses paragraphs, proper grammar, and punctuation. And asked me about my job. Brave man. So, we'll see. This leads me back to what I wanted to say orginially.

I went to a talk last week given by Sr. Timothy Prokes, FSE, who gave quite the interesting lecture on Theology and Virtual Reality. She detailed how virtual living (everything from online pay/electronic pay to SecondLife) impacts Christian living. Her basic premise was that by living in a world of electrons, we divorce ourselves from the physicality of Christ and embraced by the Church. Clearly, the Real Presence cannot exist virtually. Which leads me to the wisdom of e-dating? Is it wise to approach dating through cyber space? But, at the same time, isn't cyber space better than a local bar?

So, I'm befuddled. All while keeping nice religion professor guy waiting for an e-mail. Which I should send. So, off to that cyber dating site, while I continue to be befuddled by Sister's talk.