Yay, yay, yay, it’s Friday! The Friday before Thanksgiving! I love this weekend already and it just started. Tonight my mom and I are going to have an epic Doctor Who marathon, tomorrow is Sasha Feroce’s monthly dinner party, Sunday morning the kids and I are loading up with my parents and driving to Austin to spend a few days with my little brother and his awesome wife, and when we get back Tuesday I’ll be headed straight to the... Read more

I’ll be back later today for quick takes, but as today is the twelfth anniversary of the bonfire collapse, I thought it appropriate to re-run this. Prayers for my little brother, an Aggie freshman, and the entire A&M; community would be much appreciated.  Eleven years ago today, I woke up at 5:30 in the morning, sweaty and terrified. I had been having a nightmare unlike any I had had before. In my nightmare, my older sister and I were at... Read more

I almost burned my brother-in-law and sister-in-law’s house down last night. It’s my turn to make the meals this week, something I look forward to with great excitement. I adore cooking, and one of the things I miss the most about having my own house is being able to cook. So yesterday I spent nearly an hour planning the menu for the week. I decided to lift myself out of my weather depression by making soups this week in spite... Read more

Or, Please Don’t Be an Ass-Hat in My Comment Box So earlier, just as I was on my way to my first-ever Creighton session (more about that tomorrow), my Tardis notification sound wailed on my phone, alerting me to a new email. It was a blog comment. I glanced at the title, “Anonymous…[Barefoot and Pregnant] New Comment on Me vs. the Weather” and my stomach turned. In case you thought we bloggers have guts of iron, let me assure you... Read more

I am deeply unhappy and angry at the world around me right now. Why, you may ask? (Or you may just roll your eyes and X out of my blog, like my husband is surely doing right now.) Today Tonight Tomorrow Partly Cloudy AM Clouds / PM Sun Scattered T-Storms T-Storms 72°F 82° 65° 73° Feels Like: 72° Get FREE weather on your desktop High Low High Past 24-hr:Precip: 0 inSnow: 0 in Chance of Rain:10% Chance of Rain:50% Chance of Rain:60% Wind:From... Read more

every day, and twice on Sundays. Go see the Bad Catholic for a list of reasons why. It’s the tip of the iceberg, really. Every new thing I find out about the Catholic Church thrills me. I love this Church. It’s true, which is awesome, but it’s also awesome, which is The Catholic Church is actually more awesome than this picture. High praise, I know To all my anonymous readers who fear that I’m staggering around drunkenly, one of the... Read more

(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 point A to point B and there is an enormous pile of laundry/a beanbag chair/another child in the way, instead of going around he just... Read more

(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, a family outing, Saturday brunch and catching up on TV at night. It’s been hard for me, hardest on the weekends really, being away from... Read more

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 to bed. Usually we’ll do the bedtime story, prayers, and I’ll tuck the girls in bed with a couple songs and a million kisses, but... Read more

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 sent him back to Las Vegas with bronchitis. Hey, I know how to treat my man right. So here’s what happened, and in this post... Read more