2016-10-10T11:54:41-04:00

I’m re-reading Brideshead Revisited for the first time. I love re-reading a book for the first time. I think it’s even more enjoyable than the first read, because I can take my time instead of being swept up in the plot or this character or that and racing through to the end, dying to know what happens. When I first read Brideshead Revisited, I was primarily interested in the character of Julia Flyte and the love story between her and... Read more

2017-03-09T17:13:40-05:00

Today I came across a link on facebook about a Marine wife battling to get her husband help for post-traumatic stress disorder.  The article talks about how Ashley Wise had tried to get help from within the army first, going to the Army’s Family Advocacy program when her husband took all his weapons and some alcohol to a local hotel and told his wife that he might do something stupid. The military police promptly arrested her husband and he was... Read more

2017-03-09T17:13:42-05:00

#7 Friday hath come at last. This is exactly how I feel about it, too. Too weary to be excited, but also too grateful that the Ogre will be around to let me sleep in tomorrow to stand upright today. Sienna just informed me that I look like this bear, as well. “But fatter.” Out of the mouths of babes, indeed. I guess another package of Smarties won’t really make a difference, then. Here are some things that have contributed... Read more

2016-10-10T11:53:53-04:00

It’s been a while since I did an “inappropriate comment of the day” post, but today I just have to. We’ve been cooped up for about a week, as I’ve told you ad nauseum, and today I was determined to get out of the house, get the kids to the park, and run various and sundry errands that I’ve been putting off out of fear of melting in the rain. Luckily, we woke up and the sun was bright and... Read more

2017-03-09T17:13:45-05:00

We learned late last night that tropical storm Debby is slated to make landfall not today, as originally forecast, but Thursday. Thursday. That’s three more days wind, rain, and kids being cooped up inside. I celebrated by picking a fight with the Ogre over inspirational YouTube videos. No, really, I did. We had a lovely dinner with some neighbors last night and the kids got some energy out of their systems, thank God, and when we were all home and... Read more

2016-10-10T11:54:41-04:00

We spent the weekend battling a hurricane. The Ogre keeps correcting me and insisting that it’s a “tropical storm” and that we’re not exactly battling it seeing as it’s over 100 miles north of us. I keep pointing out the window and saying, “Um, hello? Do you see the sheets of rain flying parallel to the ground outside our house? It’s a hurricane, and it’s freaking on top of us, because why else would the rain be defying gravity?” And... Read more

2017-03-09T17:13:48-05:00

#7   I’m a day late and a dollar short, as usual. At least I’m keeping it consistent. Remember those posts I wrote a while back about how my hair has declared war on me since we moved to the State of Dreadful Humidity? Way back then, KT left a comment in a my combox with a link to a youtube video about how to make no-heat curls. The video has since been removed, but here’s a link to a... Read more

2017-03-09T17:13:51-05:00

Dwija‘s facebook page informed me when I woke up that she had called the midwife in the wee hours of the morning. Her tapered-off and eventually halted Twitter feed informs me that labor is getting real at HouseUnseen. Will you please take a moment and say a prayer for the safe delivery of BabyUnseen, and that Dwija’s first homebirth experience will be smooth and joyful? Having a baby at home is utterly different than having one at the hospital, and... Read more

2017-03-09T17:13:52-05:00

Those of you who like bios and stuff can just go ahead and click over to my About Me page, but I’m a former English major and I like stories. So here we go. Once upon a time, I was a brand-spanking-new convert who found myself yanked out of my Catholic cocoon in Irving, Texas and transplanted to the arid wasteland of Las Vegas. I had a three-year-old underfoot and belly-dweller under-ribcage, a husband venturing into the frightening recesses of... Read more

2016-09-29T16:43:31-04:00

When I was going through RCIA, the Church celebrated a welcome rite. It wasn’t the actual conversion, just a rite of welcome at a Sunday morning Mass for those of us planning to enter the Church at Easter. In the rite, the priest asked each of us what we would ask of the Church. I think I said “baptism”, but since I wasn’t expecting a quiz I could have said “free wine every Sunday” for all I remember. It was... Read more


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