If you can't dress up for God, who can you dress up for?

OK, now I know that I am at the far end of the prissy spectrum. I am not shy about that. That said, I simply must climb up on my monogrammed soapbox and express my views about church attire. I am a Methodist, born and raised. My church growing up was pretty "high church" - Lots of formal, traditional music (which I still love to this day), choir robes, etc. It went without saying that you dressed up for church. Heels, pearls, you name it. Everyone always looked great, and it was so nice.

Now, Mr. Belle is a good Midwestern Catholic boy, and so last week (as we often do) we attended the Catholic church that we go to (we also go to a Methodist church periodically - we go to one or the other every week). Please understand that the observation I am about to make is not unique to the Catholic church - I think it is a sign of the times everywhere. However, I just happened to really notice it at our Catholic church. Every time I go, I will admit that I am horrified by the attire I see around me. Jeans. Shorts. Sports jerseys. SERIOUSLY??? While I certainly appreciate the fact that everyone in attendance has made the effort to come to church, would it be so hard to look a little more presentable? Miss Priss and Master P are always decked out for church in their smocked and monogrammed best -They look so sweet and angelic, and I love it. Meanwhile, half the children there are dressed like something the cat dragged in. You don't have to be dressed in expensive finery to look like you put some thought into what you are wearing to church. I suppose this is not what I should be thinking about while I am in church, but I just can't help it!!!!

That's my boy!!!

I know that I have been AWOL forever - Work has been too crazy, and I haven't had anything interesting to write about - Until now.

Sooooo, Mr. Belle and Master P were watching the Inaugural festivities last night while I was out to dinner with some friends. Apparently, they were watching the Neighborhood Ball when Beyonce came onstage to sing for the Obamas' first dance, and this was the exchange between my husband and son:

Master P: What's she doing?
Mr. Belle: She is going to sing for the President and First Lady for them to dance.
Master P: What's her name?
Mr. Belle: Beyonce. She's a very good singer, and she's very pretty.
Master P: But not as pretty as Mommy.
Mr. Belle: That's my boy.

Awwwww. So well-trained. :)