Snack Packer Confessional....

When I was growing up, my father raised my brother and I with some pretty devout Catholicism. Most Saturday afternoons he would take us to church for confession before 4:30 mass started. I remember waiting my turn and then going in the small, closet sized room and closing the door behind me. It was so dark in there that it actually made me a little dizzy. I always felt my eyes bulging open to try and gather as much light as possible. Eventually I could make out the faint razor thin strip of light coming in from the bottom of the door. I would focus on that to orient myself until the priest slid the window open and was ready to hear about how crappy I had been all week.

Confession #1: I made up a list of sins and kept if for the duration of my time as a Catholic. That's right -- I recited the same evil deed list every time I went in there.

It was bad too. Now would be the time to make sure the kids aren't looking over your shoulder.............are they gone?....ok...here it is: "Bless me father for I have sinned. This last week I hit my brother, talked back to my grandmother and didn't listen to my dad"

I know. I'm not proud, but there it is. I regurgitated that awfulness to any priest who would listen over those years.

I do not attend church anymore. Aside from the darkness making me feel sort of trapped in that little room, there is something about the act of confession that I kind of like.

So while I am cleansing...

Confession #2: I AM LAZY!!

There...I finally just got it out there.

I am supposed to be working today, but you know what I did? Nothing. And then after that I went and ate a tasty burger.

I feel guilty. I am so behind this month. Our packing is getting done late. Our shipping is getting done even later. Don't even ask about administrative stuff like bookkeeping -- yikeys! Ughh....

I don't quite know how it got this way lately. Or rather, I do not have the energy to unravel it all and explain. I just let this month get away from me. Damnit!

When I am out and about enjoying all the great stuff I have at my fingertips, I remember all the guys and gals working hard for us overseas and then my guilt sinks in a little more.

Don't get me wrong here. I am no martyr type that thinks I should be tirelessly working day and night for the project. I do have the ability to call myself out when I am being a candy ass though....and this absolutely applies to me these days.

When I was a kid 10 Hail Marys and 10 Our Fathers fixed pretty much everything, (or so I was told) leaving me forgiven and on a clean slate to go out and slap my brother for another week.

What prayer do you say for the lazy snack packer?

Do as I say, not as I do -- Support our troops!
D.