I just picked up the mail. I was pleased to see the baptismal certificate I requested last week had arrived – until I opened it up.
Yep, there’s all the details of my religious origins – baptized into the Church on 31 August 1969, as witnessed by my sweet aunt and my mother’s cousin, who went on to do jail time in Florida and Britain for, among other things, bilking his own mother of her life savings.
And there, at the bottom, under “Other Notations”:
Confirmed, 21 October 1982, St Pius X Church and
(ack!)
Married, 19 August 1989.
Hey, it was just a practise marriage. Nobody told me it would be on my permanent record!
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I hate it when things like that come back to haunt you. Just hate it. Why can’t we just hit the delete key?
Gee…and divorce date not listed after? Do they care that you are no longer married to that person…silly if you ask me.
Nancy, divorce date probably not listed because I never bothered to tell them.
Oh well, I’m not about to pony up the cash for an annulment, so I guess it’s a moot point. The school only said they needed a baptismal certificate, they didn’t say I had to be a good Catholic.
Uh huh. I know. CCRA (AHEM AHEM) still–STILL–sends me all my tax stuff in my name from my first marriage. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve tried to change it.
STILL!