Matt and I have been married for fourteen years now, which feels like but a day, and one of the institutions upon which we rely, as a drowning person might feel emotionally attached to his life preserver, is Date Night. A long while ago I read a little article by Tim Challies explaining that Date Night shouldn’t be a law, he himself is not in need of this institution, and it’s ok to try to just spend time every day... Read more
Friday has come to mean that I don’t get to spend a nice evening with Matt, what is commonly known as Date Night, but that instead I am sent to the ER by yet another doctor, left there under the appalling bright lights to sit around and wait to “feel better.” This time I suspect that someone or other was worried I was headed into a Thyroid Storm, because when they were finally letting me go they circled that in... Read more
It’s Friday, and that means Takes One If you’re looking for a good workout, Kelly is on fire today and you’ll totally want to sign up for her plan. I had been all excited about the seven minute workout (remember, 25 minutes is too long, 7 minutes has the potential to be just about right) but I replaced that by becoming chronically and undiagnosably ill and dropping my Christmas pounds just by breathing. It’s the best weight loss plan ever.... Read more
I promised myself I would go to the March for Life this year–especially after just bashing the Women’s March–but as per usual, I don’t have my life together. This year it’s because I’m ill with some undefined, irritating ailment that keeps me from standing up for more than about five minutes and has me climbing back into bed with a fever every six hours. So, instead going to the March I thought I could at least write about it, but... Read more
Yesterday I bashed at the Women’s March in DC, garnering for myself many Facebook likes (which proves I’m right, cough) and a couple of interesting comments, the best of which was, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I thought about this all night while I was sleeping, which will make everything I’m about to say deeply coherent and therefore worthy of the Internet. So, as you may have noticed, I am Christian, in the most offensive way of... Read more
There is a frail and delicate covering of ice and snow clinging to every single branch and roof outside my window. The snow seems to be still be plunging headlong from the sky. As usual, I ought to be enchanted by the beauty, but I’m not because I know that all cold is essentially evil. This knowledge undermines my personal commitment to beauty wherever possible, my general belief that where there is beauty, there must be following close behind both... Read more
We did up a little podcast about the inauguration in which, as usual, we bashed at everyone. I sound really out of it and spend most of the time weirdly cackling whenever Matt ties to mansplain me. Hope it makes your day all sparkly. I have a strange variety of links today that probably don’t pertain to much of anything, but maybe they also will make your day sparkly. First up, pray for Mali. And then, I think this is... Read more
All weekend long I’ve been hearing people shouting in total exasperation, and have perhaps even moaned myself, “It’s going to be a long four years.” Sometimes there’s an “if” appended to it. “It’s going to be a long four years if the media don’t stop reacting to every single word etc.” “It’s going to be a long four years if Trump doesn’t learn to stop tweeting.” I thought to myself, a couple of times, “It’s going to be a long... Read more
I spent yesterday first at the doctor, and then at the hospital, which had not been in my plans, to say the least. So there was no cake after all, and the Inauguration was watched in snatches here and there, on waiting room TVs and on my phone, and at the very end of the day I came home to a house full of anxious children. I’m not dying, thank goodness, but I’ve been losing weight for a while, in... Read more
One I won’t lie, I just spent 20 minutes looking at Ivanka’s Facebook page. Gosh she’s beautiful. Practically as beautiful as Michelle Obama. But you know, I think the real problem with American politics is that you have, apparently, to be tall in order for people to love you. Really, I think the underlying heightism that permeates every corner of our modern discourse is evil and there should be caps on the number of tall people who can engage in... Read more
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