On June 3rd in 1836, my poor grandmother gave birth to my dad, making him exactly 174 years old on this day! And yes, of course that is not true, but I harass him about his age every year, (he is really only 104) but he is out of the country, in FRANCE, on what he SAYS is a school trip, but I think it only helps support my lifelong theory that he is working for the CIA.

But if you are reading this dad (in France) I want to assure you that your ice cream cake was delicious! This of course (eating all this bad stuff) convicts me of my delusion that I will ever live as long as you, but I intend to have a lot of fun trying! But in truth, having that fun, and having this great Tirman sense of humor, I acquired by sitting at the feet of the Master.

Yep, all Tirmans are smart #&*#$@^’s BUT, the older ones we revere. My dad, Uncle Mickey, and Uncle Al are all at the top of the food chain, I mean family, but over a lifetime they have diligently dedicated themselves to their family. In truth, I have the greatest family in the world, and we were taught, not by my dad and his generation but by the generation above them (all working now from the home office in heaven) that we were blessed. And in truth, we are. I may be of the first generation born outside of Brooklyn, New York, but though very few are New Yorkers anymore, the Tirman name means something to us all.

God bless you dad as you celebrate your birthday among strangers more prone to surrender than to watch your back! But know this….we love you here and we are proud of you! Happy birthday, and thanks for being my dad.

And thanks for the cake…..it was delicious!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Yep, Ben came home from the Wal-Mart with a can of Spaghettios, and he was SO excited! Nothing however, will quell one’s excitement than having a MOM. Yep, she suddenly piped in letting us know that though it was okay to have the Spaghettios, it was not okay to wear the “Valentine’s shirt” he had been wearing ALL DAY. And although I reminded her that by Valentines Day he most likely would be 6’4″ and have outgrown it, apparently there was a plan for that shirt, just like the one for my body that she has yet to share for me. She is the QUEEN of organization and I do not cross her!

But really, who cares? Ben is shoveling down tasty pasta (or what we THINK is pasta) treats and his mom is not mad at him (us). And we are all happy. A wet rag will clean any mess up, the precious shirt will be saved, and Ben will think I am a spectacular cook (which I really am) because ALL KIDS love Spaghettios! It is a win win all the way.

So for now I will quit while I am ahead. It is just 8:30, Ben is fed, and this blog is done. If everything goes right, I will be asleep by 9! Tomorrow is the last scheduled exam day, so it will be great to get a good night’s sleep!

Thank God for Spaghettios!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Today, and over the next two days if there is no crisis that overtakes us, I am and will be proctoring the priesthood exams for both Deacon PT Morgan and Deacon Dan Conley. They I am sure will both do fine, but they are worried about it. They have been studying for the better art of four years, sadly mostly under me! But the good Father Dave Terwilliger also had a strong hand in their training, especially at the beginning, so when they fail I will just blame it on him!! No no no….he gave them a good foundation. They are well on their way!

Of course times like these make me miss Dave, not just because if he were here we would have had them taking these exams a lot sooner, but also because he really would enjoy proctoring this exam! PT and Dan will make fine priests, and there are so many great guys who have helped to get them to this point. We all have worked hard. It has never been about us though, nor has it been for Dan and PT about them either. It has always been about Christ and serving Him…….a truly noble cause.

You may find the picture odd, but I was surprised at how hard it is to find a picture searching for nobility. But Ben has been watching Shrek 2 and Puss in Boots really embodies the noble cause. And considering my personality, I thought it was quite appropriate as well. Tomorrow I may post the Penguins of Madagascar, since our staff kind of resembles them…..but for tonight Puss will have to do!

Pray for Dan and PT. PT took the lion’s share of his today and Dan will tomorrow. Thursday they will finish up, not together, but in the same place. Then, hopefully some poor reader will have mercy on their submitted works! No no no….I am certain they will do fine!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Though my work seems just about constant, today I attempted to take the day off. I did very little in terms of work, but when your work is really a vocation, it becomes hard to separate the two. I did however make the attempt to spend the day at home and set aside church work until tomorrow. I did fail miserably, but in truth it did not bother me……for I feel my walk as a priest is not incongruous with my walk as a Christian man, parent, husband. Sure, I didn’t make a bunch of appointments, but I also still did the things I needed to.

It reminded me of how many pastors I come in contact with that really try to treat their faith lives as a job, and not as a vocation. Some of their intentional divisions, though they try and justify them, are offensive. Even Jesus questioned about if your cow fell into the ditch on the Sabbath, would you leave it there? The answer is no…..life is not meant to be regimented, just lived. And our character and behavior is meant to reflect belief and faith, not the worship of some vacation-oriented ideal. Life is meant to reflect not just common sense, but the care and respect for each other as we walk through it. And though I did work a bit today, my life I feel reflected the best of what it should have.

Anyway, the day is over and I feel rested and refreshed. I also feel I accomplished a bit as well. It may not have been entirely work-free…..but in the end it was a good one, and the best possible one to begin the week with.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless.

Tommy+

I hate very few things in life, but one of the things I DO hate is living in central Indiana on Race Day. (yep, it is capitalized because it is considered a holiday here) Living here means you cannot watch the Indianapolis 500 on the television, quite simply because it is blacked out. And it is not that I am a big race fan, though I DO love Tony Stewart and NASCAR, but I just like being able to take the afternoon off an watch the race like I used to in Mishawaka as a kid.

Sadly, I no longer live in Mishawaka (my hometown) and I had to settle for the radio. I never did get to hear a lot, and still do not know who won. And as I sit here at 8:30, Ben has commandeered the TV to watch this new preschool channel called Sprout, but I suppose it is better than him telling me at every point a race is on that Lightening McQueen is going to win, and asking me where he is. Sooner or later he will be crushed to learn that Lightening McQueen is not real, and that even if he was, in the word of NASCAR Tony Stewart would beat him soundly. But for now, it is a non-issue. Sprout has taken over our lives tonight. Hopefully I can avoid finding out who wins till I get the couch back. We will see. In these days of constant information, I know my odds are low.

Off to watch…………an episode of “Kipper the dog.” I am praying it is a racing episode.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless.

Tommy+

Yep, today in the midst of all the stuff I have had to do, I managed to sneak over to the Wal-Mart and pick up the plastic pool big enough for Ben, his brother, and the dog. Only Ben tried it out, and was VERY HAPPY to do so. And even though I am a northerner, I am convinced he is part polar bear because he went right in after I filled it with the hose and it was COLD. Little kids brains are clearly not developed.

But I knew this would happen. As I was waiting in line with the pool at the checkout, the lady in front of me who was a grandmother buying the same pool for her 4 year old granddaughter asked me how long she should let the water warm up before letting her in. Of course I answered I didn’t know. I am the father of an almost 3 year old polar bear, I mean boy, who couldn’t care less as long as he was in the water. I will say however that I am convinced it is genetic, for though my sister Stephanie and I had brains, my sister Sarah could not stay out of ANY water if you could see it. Her nickname was “Fish,” and God rest her soul. I do hope there is a pool in heaven (and margaritas) or she will be raising a bit of hell. Our other sister, Steph, is also there but is probably much more compliant as long as there is some sort of gymnastics facility. But I digress…..

Anyway, I was headed off to the hospital for the hard part of the evening, which was getting him out of the pool……I am sorry I missed it. It must have been intense, because when I got home at 9:30 the polar bear and his mom were already asleep in my bed. Fighting polar bears wears you out.

But the good part is that the beach is open and he loves it. Today it was a beach on the northern peninsula, but in time it will feel more like a beach in the tropics, (except for the Golden Retriever in the water). We are just glad summer is here!

Off to bed for me! I am heading to visit the good people of St. Matthew’s Nashville in the morning!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Yep, tonight Stephanie walked across the stage and received her diploma. It was quite a wonderful night and we were so glad to be there.

So I am not writing a lot tonight, but instead posting this picture of our graduate. As you can tell we are very proud!

Way to go Stephanie! Next stop college! And oh yes…..HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA!!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Today we finally replaced Stephanie’s loft bed (it is amazing AND FOR SALE) with BUNK BEDS that separate into two very nice twin beds. Stephanie of course got one, and then Ben the other. But both of them are excited about their new sleeping arrangements.

Of course Ben will probably not ever even sleep in his new bed until late June when we return from Disney. It will be our last family vacation together and there is a lot to do in preparation for it too. But Amanda wanted to be sure to decorate his room and bed with an appropriate super hero so that he will sleep there. Steph needs no such nonsense. She for close to 10 years has climbed a ladder and the last six months with a bum leg. I have not seen her so happy in years! She would be fine with a used horse blanket as long as she didn’t have to climb.

But at a quarter till 12 Steph is asleep in her room and Ben is awaiting my arrival in my bed! It is not quite fair but a move in the right direction. Steph graduates tomorrow and deserves a good night’s sleep. Ben will graduate long after I am dead and deserves me waking him up when I head to bed!

God is good, and it has been a great day! Thanks to Deacon Morgan for driving me to Kokomo to get the beds!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Okay, high school classes are officially over. And Scotty is now a SENIOR, but graduation is not until Friday night, so Stephanie is technically a senior still….at least until they confer her diploma. So much to her dismay I am sure, for a little more than 48 hours,they will both be the same.

Of course that goes against both their natures. They have both spent a lifetime trying to out do each other. Every year we take them out for dinner on this night, and all night long Scotty has been trying to get her to call him “senior,” while making sure she knows she is a freshman. I do not think she is buying any of that, and she is most likely just being polite in front of us. Though Scotty is bigger, about 6’1″, Steph is still the oldest and will probably dish out some sort of payback out of my site.

The good news is that I have successfully guided at least one child through high school. At least that is my belief…..I need to see the diploma. I am not worried, like my parents I am sure were. I am just excited for them both!

So tonight we had perhaps our last everyone got through this year dinner, and it was a blast. I am not sure if Steph will be home next year on the day, but if she is we will continue to all be together for it. But for now I am thankful just for the day. I have great kids and I am proud of them all. Congratulations to them both for completing another year of school, and congratulations to Ben for throwing that crayon at dinner ALMOST into that lady’s macaroni and cheese at the next table. He needs some work I tell you. Both the older kids would have nailed it right in her plate.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+

Yep, this is a staged picture. It is the jug of green sun tea I made today next to Viper’s stuffed squirrel, since we have no real squirrels of our own in my neighborhood. But it was as close as I could get to recreating the relaxing scene from the window of my grandparents back yard.

You see, as a kid, my grandparents lived in Goshen, Indiana (my grandma still lives there) and they had what they called a “squirrel gym.” There are LOTS of squirrels in Goshen, and the majority of them are jet black, and they were a friendly bunch too.

In the backyard my grandparents had the gym tied between two trees. It was basically a rope strung between the trees and with small buckets of peanuts and bells stun on other ropes attached to the main one. The squirrels, and I am not kidding about this either, would tightrope there way out to a bucket, hang upside down, and pull the bucket up to get a peanut. (They really could care less about the bells.) And they would eat it, either there upside down or head back to the tree to eat before going out on the gym to get more. It was fun to watch too.

In retrospect, I suppose that may be because there wasn’t much else to do, but even if there were video games and such back then, I’d bet I would still be watching the squirrels. I learned a lot from my grandparents, and one of those things was to take great joy in the simple things that God provides.

Viper’s stuffed squirrel coveting tea is perhaps not reality, but it does remind me of a simpler and important time in my life. I do not need a lot of stimuli and stuff to fill up my every waking moment. And tonight I thank God for an accidental, but meaningful memory. I may not have a squirrel gym, but I have a dog and he has a squirrel….albeit stuffed. But tonight it was enough to take me back. Thanks grandma and grandpa for the great times. And thank you God for reminding me of them tonight!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless.

Tommy+