The Godfather...
The greatest movie of all time, I don't give a rat's ass what AFI says. If you didn't know that Rosebud was the name of the guy's sled you missed the whole point of the movie.
I am not here to talk about the movie though. My sister and I were asked to be Godparents to my Cousin Rita and her husband Mike's third child Nicholas. Pictures to follow as soon as I get them. I have come to a decision that I can no longer rely on my webmaster Tom to walk me through this and if I want to learn this I will have to teach myself.
In ye olde times being asked to be Godfather to a child meant that if something happened to the parents of said child (God forbid) the Godparents would be obliged to take the child and raise it as their own in a fine catholic manner. So many young parents, like my own when I was born would choose their parents to be the Godparents of their first born. Now the church is happy if the Godparents are catholic, Roman Catholic is a big plus. The role of Godfather has become more ceremonial than anything, I mean how am I going to teach a child how to be a good christian when he lives three and a half hours north of me. I am just going to have to give him gifts like the Buddy Christ and hope that his parents don't curse in front of him...alot.