Boys and Their Toys

(Disclaimer: If the word penis bothers you, you might want to skip this post.) After six solid years of girliness reigning supreme as Chez Alexander, having a boy is quite the shock. Everything he does is so boyish. And none of it makes any sense to me. For example, if he wants to get from [Read More...]

7 Deathly Boring Takes Friday!

(I just re-read this post, and I have to apologize for what you’re about to be put through. I shouldn’t be allowed to talk about Europe, cause I can’t stop.) It’s been a while since I’ve been elated on a Friday. I loved Fridays back in Vegas because they usually meant the Ogre being home, [Read More...]

Theology a la Sienna

Sienna at St. Peter’s circa 2008 Last night, like the night before, was full of soup and tea with honey and lemon and Dancing with the Stars. (Sidenote: I used to be extremely derisive of people who watched this show. I have no idea why, though. It. Is. Awesome.) But first, I put the kids [Read More...]

I Don’t Call Him the Ogre for Nothing

My husband I love him. He left last night after a whirlwind two days of playing with his kids, making out with his wife (and trust me, if you had been bereft of your spouse for two months, many would be the makeout sessions), a non-surprise party, and a dinner with his swiftly-getting-sick-yet-still-determined-to-knock-back-a-martini-with-her-lobster-bisque wife. I [Read More...]

One Extremely Fantastic Quick Take Friday

Remember my Ogre? (That’s him with the scowl on). Remember how he was studying for those harrowing qualifying exams which will officially make him ABD? HE PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you can probably imagine, I’m near hysterics here. I can’t even write a coherent post. He found a cheap ticket and is flying in tomorrow afternoon to [Read More...]


I dragged myself and my box of kleenex to confession tonight. Since I converted to Catholicism five years ago confession has been my absolute favorite sacrament. However, the first confession I made was mortifying. It was such a terrifying experience, actually, that I lost sleep in the days before and ended up writing a list [Read More...]


I officially do not have the flu. I have a nasty cold and a bad case of melodrama. Oh, who am I kidding? This is what I have: In case you haven’t guessed, the Ogre is a bit of a stoic. When he gets sick he just wants me to leave him alone. He also [Read More...]

British People and Their Accents

One of these things are not like the others…yeah, that would be you, American Captain Jack.   I’ve been watching Torchwood lately, and I just have to say it. I love the way British people talk. Can I be British when I grow up? We sound like backwoods country bumpkins of whom the classy Brits [Read More...]

In Which I Want to Smash My Head in with A Hammer

Oh for the love of all that’s holy. I have the flu. And even more unfortunately, if that’s possible, this inane discussion over the relative status of my alcohol usage is still raging. Now the commenters have turned against each other, I guess because I decided not to get more involved, and then I decided [Read More...]

Happy Halloween!

The Nightmare Before Christmas is one of my all-time favorite movies. It is, in my opinion, just everything a movie for children should be. Imaginative, scary, whimsical, terrifying, heartbreaking, and heart-warming, all at once. This year my sisters-in-law and I got together with our kids and let them eat pizza and M&M;’s and watch the [Read More...]