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So I haven't posted in forever, and I didn't plan on posting today, but then I took this picture and wanted to share the story because it's a great Beppy moment.
The multicultural center in the SSB has signs that say "Welcome!" in a bunch of different languages, and this is "Welcome!" in Polish. But when I first saw it, I thought they were telling a cleaning lady named Witanmy that she needed to polish the windows. And I thought, "That's kind of rude to call her out in front of everyone like that. They could just ask her."
So that was going to be my whole post, but then Marisa said she wanted back in the Beppy loop, so here's what's going on right now.
I got a new job. I work with a 15 year old girl with special needs. Sometimes I help her with homework, but we pretty much just hang out. We go for walks with her dog, go to the pet store and hold the bunnies, go to play rehearsal and church choir, and rock out on the karaoke machine. It's pretty badass. She has four younger siblings and they're all really sweet. The mom is really cool too, as long as I don't get on the topic of religion.
Speaking of moms and religion, some major shit went down on Sunday. Here's a chronology of the events that led up to it:
June 2, 2004: Beppy (me) converts to Buddhism.
October 2004: Beppy comes clean to her Catholic mother about her conversion, expecting her to be supportive. Beppy is instead met with judgement, ignorance, and pleas to return to Catholicism.
May 2005: Beppy tells Mom that she doesn't want to take Communion at the family reunion Mass, because she no longer believes in transubstantiation and feels it's an insult to those who do. Mom demands that Beppy take Communion anyway for the sake of appearances, and, in her most triumphant moment of Catholic guilt, asks Beppy to "at least take Communion at my funeral."
June 2006: Beppy's roommate skips town just before rent and renewal of the lease. Beppy is in a tough spot, and pleads with her parents to let Steve, her fiancé (though parents didn't know of the engagement at the time), to become her new roommate. Beppy's father is surprisingly understanding, going so far as to say, "I guess I need to get with the times," but her mother expresses immdediate regret as soon as the lease is signed and Steve's last piece of furniture is moved in. Beppy is cautioned to keep her "cohabitation" a secret from the extended family.
October 2006: Beppy announces her engagement to her family. Her parents are more accepting than she could have imagined, but only on the condition that the wedding itself is a long way off.
January 21, 2007: Beppy takes a job working with a special needs 15 year old from a very Catholic family. Part of her job is going to choir practice with the girl and singing in the choir during Mass. Beppy doesn't mind because she loves to sing and she loves getting the girl involved in activities. When the time comes to take Communion at the first Mass, Beppy hears her mother's voice in her head and goes ahead with it.
January 28, 2007: On the way to choic practice, the girl's mother asks that Beppy not talk about her "living situation" in front of her younger, typically developing children, especially her 12 year old daughter, because "she's very impressionable." Beppy is hurt at first, but lets it go. She takes Communion again. After Mass, the girl's mother begins grilling Beppy on her religious beliefs, and, when she finds that Beppy doesn't see the presence of the Lord in the host, tells her that getting communion is a sacrilege and an affront to the Lord. Beppy apologizes, says she won't do it again, and explains the pressure from her mother that lead her to do so in the first place. While riding the bus home from work, Beppy calls Mom and tells her about what happened. Mom scoffs at the woman's request regarding Communion. When Beppy tells her about the living situation, Mom becomes incensed and asks why I would ever bring up my living situation. Beppy tells her that it's 2007 and she doesn't ever think about hiding the fact that she shares an apartment with her monogamous partner. Mom then says, "That makes me wish I hadn't ever ok'd your living situation." Beppy responds with disbelief, asks Mom, "Do you think I'm going to hell?" Mom responds, "No, it's just...". Beppy quickly wraps up the conversation and resolves not to call Mom anymore.
I love my mom, and it breaks my heart not talking to her, but she makes me feel like shit when I do.
What else, what else? Oh, so I have a new roommate. We cleared out the office and Tonya lives there now. She's awesome. She's probably coming with us when we move in June, and we're looking at this sweet townhome a little ways north. It's really cheap and it has two stories and a screened in porch. Squee!
Steve and I have planned everything we want to do for the wedding, and we managed to keep it down to $5000. So once we come up with that, we're going to try to book the picnic area at the park, which you have to do seven months in advance. We were going to shoot for October 08, but that's right before the election and I don't want my family bickering over that. So it'll be either April 08 or April 09, depending on whether Steve gets a promotion and whether I get a better paying full time job after school. I can work full time with my girl during the summer, but when she goes back to school it'll just be part time. So I want to find another 20 hours/week job, hopefully one that pays better. I get $9/hour at my job right now, plus $1/hour that goes into a bonus fund. That's fine for right now, but I need more when I'm on my own.
So there you go. Now you're all further into the Beppy loop than you probably wanted to be. |
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