::AHEM:: Why is it called Fat Tuesday? Its Tuesday. Im Fat. End of Story. Fat Tuesday is the traditional name for the day before Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. It is more commonly known as Mardi Gras, which is simply Fat Tuesday in French. It gets its name from the custom, in many Catholic countries, of marking the day with feasting before the fasting season of Lent begins. Though Mardi Gras technically refers only to Fat Tuesday, the Mardi Gras season actually begins on Epiphany, a Christian holiday celebrated on January 6 that is otherwise known as Three Kings Day or the Twelfth Day of Christmas. In Brazil and many other countries, this period between Epiphany and Fat Tuesday is known as Carnival. Whichever name you prefer to use, the revelries of Mardi Gras last until midnight tonight, when Ash Wednesday ushers in 40 days of Lent. Fasting? Whats that? I actually *am* a Recovering Catholic. The last thing I gave up for Lent, when I was 15, was Catholicism. And tomorrow all Good Catholics walk around with schmutz on their foreheads. Its all I can do *not* to run around wiping everyones head off with a tissue. A *used* one... Going to Church Doesnt Make You a Christian Any More Than Standing in a Garage Makes You a Car. Re: Ligion. Im *not* a Big Fan of Organized Religion. Really. You can do *anything* Religiously, that doesnt necessarily make it Spiritual, does it? No. (To say I was a Skeptic would be an Understatement...) When I was little wed go to Church every Sunday. In those days Women had to wear a Hat in Church. Evidently if you Failed To Do So you were Destined to Burn Eternally in Hell. On the Occasional Sunday we failed to bring Appropriate Headgear, my Mother would inevitably come to the Rescue with a Tissue and Bobby Pins. Fashion of the Times. Yes, THAT Tissue Alone would Save My Soul, no doubt. My father was an Usher at the particular Church we went to. Hed been a member of the Knights of Columbus as well. Wed do Confession on Saturday nights, receive Holy Communion on Sunday, my father would , with the other Ushers, do the Collection in the middle of the Painfully Tedious Service, and at the end of this Charade, hed say, There, dont you feel all HOLY now? Then wed go home, and by the end of the day hed be drunk and verbally and/or physically abusing everyone. Good Times. Then, when I was around 15, my older sisters and I while investigation Alternative religions, discovered Evangelism (Born-Again-Christianity). You can Well Imagine where the Story goes from There. Perhaps Ill tell Yall sometime if anyone cares. Lets just say, over the years, it involved my Sister getting married to my Ex-Brother-in-Llaw, who, while being an Ordained So-Called Christian Minister, was(is) also one of the Vilest People Inhabiting the Earth. Boy Howdy can we (meaning my ENTIRE immediate family including my Daughter and my Dogs) tell you stories about *that* Fiasco! But, thats for Another Time. ::Please Make A Note Of It::
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 01:03:02 +0000
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