O..M..G.. It's Ash Wednesday.....

Misty_Morning

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So...what are you giving up?

Since I am considered a heathen I can happily say.....Nothin'.


But I would like to have that really cool black smudge on my forehead...

So...If I tripped and fell and got a bruise in the same locale, does that mean I am blessed or whatever?

and no,I didn't fall... there's no bruise....just wondering....



What would you give up to PROVE yourself worthy?




:rolleyes:
 
What would you give up to PROVE yourself worthy?

I prefer to deal with that which has been taken away, and let that "prove" my character.

Ugh . . . Ash Wednesday. It's one of those days at the restaurant I definitely do not look forward to. Every year, it's the same thing: they come in after mass, faces drawn, dressed in suits and dresses that never seem to fit right, and are generally not in a good mood. Then they complain about the menu. The prices. Why are the fish selections so expensive?

I'll wear a smile, I'll accept the minimal tips, and the obligatory printed handouts reminding me that Jesus Christ cares about me and God will save my soul. Some of them I'll have genuine conversations with. But not many.

I'm not being pessimistic, just realistic. It happens every year.

I don't believe in giving anything up. I just believe in continuously earning what I already have.
 
My daughter has decided to give up pancakes.

I'm not one for giving up but I will go to church tonight. It's a very spiritual time of the year for me, Lent and Easter. I can't wait for Easter day! :D
 
Going to Mass at noon for ashes :D

*Edit*
Daughter didn't leave the car seat and the granddaughter is getting a cold, fussy 1.5 year old and Church don't go well together. Guess we go at 7PM. :rolleyes:
 
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I'm giving up Nothing. I'm not Catholic.
<hoards my chocolate---No, they can't have it!!>
 
Personally, I don't believe in giving up anything to support the doctrine of people who feel so guilty about serving such a glorious God that they make the supreme sacrifice of eating a fish sandwich every Friday. :rolleyes:

In reality, I suppose my sacrifice is catering to my Catholic husband's menu choices every Friday. :rolleyes: I'll be frying fish until the cows come home.
 
I'm giving up men. Not only am I giving them up for Lent, it is retroactively forever. :cool:

Does that make me a Holy Roller or a Rolly Holer?
:confused:

*snerk*

You are funny no matter what, thumbs up for creativity! :D
 
But I would like to have that really cool black smudge on my forehead...

So...If I tripped and fell and got a bruise in the same locale, does that mean I am blessed or whatever?

and no,I didn't fall... there's no bruise....just wondering....

Fake it baby! Fake it!
 
I've given up sex - unless of course, the opportunity presents itself, in which case, I shall be forced to risk hell.
 
I whispered to the receptionist this morning; "You've got a smudge on your forehead."

Oh yeah-- Catholic..:D
 
I whispered to the receptionist this morning; "You've got a smudge on your forehead."

Oh yeah-- Catholic..:D

I was supposed to find out when Ash Wednesday services were and forgot to. Oh well, there's always next year.


I gave up smoking for Lent . . . about 40 years ago. I'm still not smoking so it should count, no?
 
I was supposed to find out when Ash Wednesday services were and forgot to. Oh well, there's always next year.

Same deal here.

Though since we're Episcopalians, it's not that big a deal.

I've thought about converting to Catholicism just for the Friday fish fries.
 
As a recovering Catholic, I don't think of Lent so much as a time to give up things as to celebrate the good things that I did get from my time in that church. Including potato pancakes, noodles and cottage cheese, and pierogis. What can I say? I'm Polish. Honestly, I've always looked at Easter as a joyous time, lent too, because you can't get to Easter without going through Lent.
 
Personally, I don't believe in giving up anything to support the doctrine of people who feel so guilty about serving such a glorious God that they make the supreme sacrifice of eating a fish sandwich every Friday. :rolleyes:

In reality, I suppose my sacrifice is catering to my Catholic husband's menu choices every Friday. :rolleyes: I'll be frying fish until the cows come home.

Very well said. But I have to wonder if the cows will come home if you keep frying up all the fish? :D
 
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