Separation Anxiety

When we moved back to Texas, there were a lot of things that I was looking forward to. Topping the list was having an excess of family around to help out with the kids. For the last three years, the Ogre and I haven’t gone out unless my parents were in town and willing to [Read More...]

My Foot Lives In My Mouth

Uffa. After reading the comments from my post on Envy, I have noticed that I seem to have given the impression that my brother-in-law, the Coach, and his wife, Sasha Feroce, are nothing but money-grubbing upwardly mobile young urban professionals. Let me clarify. This is not the case, at all. My brother-in-law is a basketball [Read More...]

7 Quick Takes Friday!

I’m so happy that Jen is back with us this week! If you haven’t done so yet, make sure you stop by Conversion Diary to congratulate her on the birth of little Pamela Scholastica! #7 Lately I’ve Noticed St. Scholastica a trend in naming among Catholic parents. We seem to be reaching back into the [Read More...]


I don’t know about you guys, but when I do an examination of conscience, there are several sins that I come back to again and again. They’re the sins I battle, the ones I’m aware of, the ones I gird myself against and know enough to keep an eye out for in unexpected places. Then [Read More...]

In the Dumps

See this picture? This picture is a lie.   I think that changing a 10-month-old boy’s diaper should qualify as an Olympic sport. In my life, at least, it involves an incredible amount of flexibility and dexterity. Here’s what a typical diaper-changing event looks like for me these days. I happen to notice that perpetually [Read More...]

7 Quick Takes Friday!

Well, tonight is the night. The night that I am cooking the Ogre’s favorite meal, Poulet au Porto (colloquially known as flaming chicken) in honor of his last weekend with us. The night in which his entire family will gather, sans his sommelier brother who, naturally, has to work, for the last time before he [Read More...]

Waltzing Matilda, Sweat and Charlotte Screaming Once Again

Just now, as I was signing into my blog, I noticed that it is the 21st of June and I have only 11 posts up this month. I am feeling properly ashamed of myself for being such a finicky blogger this month. This week is the last week that the Ogre will be with us [Read More...]


I’m not proud of what I am about to do. But desperate times call for stuffing one’s pride down a deep, dark hole and begging. The first night of our jewelry show did not go well. On the one hand, nearly every person who came bought something. But on the other hand…only about ten people [Read More...]

The One in Which I Am Not Pregnant

Warning, boys. This one’s for the ladies. Unless you’re the supportive husband of an NFP-using wife and talk of lady business doesn’t make you uncomfortable.  Yesterday, I grimly marched out to my parent’s garage, ripped open a white box marked “toiletries,” yanked out a black bag, unzipped it, and pulled out the pink stick of [Read More...]

Bound Together

Lo and behold, after my last post, in which I briefly mentioned my engagement and then said I would save that story for when Betty Beguiles asked for it, she asked for it! Which is very timely, since after an excess of poker and a perfect amount of vodka last night my head is hurting [Read More...]